#jisung.

He whirls around and throws his arms around you, his head burying itself into the crook of your neck. His grip around you tightens as the footsteps come closer, hot breath fanning against the cool skin on your neck, sending a rush of warmth down your body.

“Noona, noona,” he whispers, his lips grazing your neck with each word. “Help, please –”

You furrow your eyebrows as you reach up hesitantly to pat him on the head, fingers weaving through damp hair. Sighing, you tug him up, and he catches on quickly, swinging a leg over your thighs and settling down on your lap. Ignoring his clammy skin and still slightly wet shirt, you wrap your arms around his waist and rub his back reassuringly.

“What’s wrong, Jisung-ah?”

“Y/N!” Jaemin practically hollers just as his lean, sweaty frame appears from the hallway. “Did you see –”

Jaemin halts as he sees Jisung in your arms, letting out an incoherent noise of indignation. His eyebrows furrow as he stares at the boy on your lap, incredulity written all over his face. “Oh, so she gets to hug you and I don’t!?”

Not bothering to turn around and face him, Jisung keeps his head tucked into the crook of your neck, nodding his head and mumbling out a faint, “Mhm, that’s right.”

A chuckle escapes you and you ruffle his hair in endearment, a soft smile settling on your face. The older boy narrows his eyes at the two of you and huffs, pursing his lips before it widens into a smile you know means trouble. “I guess I’ll just hug both of you.”

Quick to respond, you hold up your hand behind Jisung, interrupting Jaemin’s moving figure. You eye Jaemin’s shirt, soaked with enough sweat to stick onto his skin, and wrinkle your nose.

“Ew. No. Back away, Na. This is your only warning.” You tell him, curling your lip in distaste. 

“But –”

“No, you’re all wet and gross, go away.”

Jisung pulls his head back at your statement but you’re quick to push it back to where it was, petting his hair in a way to comfort. “No, no – Not you. You stay. You’re the exception.”

“But –” Jaemin starts, his lips falling into a pout.

“No buts, go.”

Whining, Jaemin walks away, off to find another victim to smother with his sweaty hugs, but you pay him no attention, focused on the younger boy in your arms. You stroke his hair gently, pressing a light kiss to the side of his head.

“Saved you,” you mumble, a smile playing on your face.

really not everyone. only special angelic persons- Jisung

“what about that one? she has nice legs---” jihun eyed the young woman standing at the side, obviously waiting for one of them to come over. “the bartender’s cute too.” he remarked casually, scanning his- no, jisung’s options. they were in a bar, which wouldn’t be the most surprising place to find the pair of best friends at, but this time it held a special occasion: jihun had finally sent in his last assignment for the semester and he wants to have fun. said word tends to come in different meanings for jihun but tonight, he welcomed any sort of distraction if it meant not having to worry about deadlines anymore. “come on, sungie.” he whined, elbowing the other male. “pick somebody!”

han ;

1 / 8 of stray kids, 1 / 3 of 3racha and the most mischievous little dude you'll ever meet. probably part squirrel.