Fluffy SKZ oneshots🧸

Sprinkles and Cream🌡️

Sickie: Jisung

Caregiver: Hyunjin

No one's POV.:
To say Jisung had a bad day would have been an understatement. He was the only member who had been called into the studio on their off day and not for something good. The producer had reviewed the rap lyrics Jisung had written and there wasn't a single line he didn't tear apart. With each passing minute the young rapper became more frustrated. Apparently, the hours of work and the effort he had put into writing his lyrics were all for nothing. Not only was he frustrated, he was also hurt. The words had all come from heart and having them dismissed that harshly broke the boy's heart. He'd have to start all over again, with a lot more pressure too because the deadlines were much closer now. Besides having an already packed schedule, he'd also have to come up with new lyrics. He didn't even know if he could think of different lines after he had already spilled his heart over the pages but he nodded along with the producer and bowed politely, taking the papers covered in red marker and promising he'd do better. Being the professional he was, Jisung held it together as long as he was in the studio but the second he was dismissed, he hurried to the bathroom, shoving the crumpled up lyric sheets into his back-pocket.

Hiding in one of the stalls for the fear of someone witnessing him cry, he took out his phone texting their leader, who had helped him with the lyrics, revising and rephrasing. He didn't want to make a phone call, not trusting his voice not to break and give away the fact that he was crying. Chan was understandably stunned that the other's entire lyrics got rejected. He had read over them multiple times and was satisfied with the way they fit into the entirety of their song. Being a composer and songwriter himself, the older boy knew that his dongsaeng's word came from heart and held a strong meaning for the other. Knowing just how much Jisung had to be hurting at the harsh words of their producer but not being able to help him where he was at, all the leader could do was to tell Jisung to come home. They'd go over the lyrics together and see what changes the producer wanted after the younger boy had calmed down a bit. Yes, it would be stressful starting all over again while following their schedule but they'd manage. Especially because the leader knew Changbin would be helping too. 3racha never left each other hanging, as all of them had been in similar situations before.

Bang Chan himself wasn't at the dorm this particular moment. He had taken most of his dongsaengs out on a shopping trip only leaving behind Jisung who had gone to the studio and Hyunjin who had already gone shopping twice this week and preferred to stay at the dorm watching dramas. The leader knew he wouldn't be home before Jisung got there, so he told the younger to make himself some hot chocolate and maybe listen to some music to relax. He shouldn't look at the lyrics yet but instead clear his mind, so they can work on it together later. Chan also texted Hyunjin, warning him to go easy with his teasing since the younger rapper was having a rather shitty day. Hyunjin agreed and continued watching his drama till he heard the front door open, revealing a slightly rough looking squirrel. The boy's eyes were still reddened a bit and his lips formed a small frown.

After kicking off his shoes, the rapper made his way to Chan's room, placing the dismissed lyrics on the desk for them to work on later, and then went to his own room to put on a more comfortable outfit. He walked past the living room, weakly greeting Hyunjin. "Sungie, come join hyung. The protagonist is soon going to find out that his girlfriend is cheating on him and I need my emotional support squirrel when that happens", the dancer whined dramatically. "One minute, I'll make some hot chocolate. You want some?", the younger called from the kitchen to which his hyung only replied with an impatient 'no but hurry'. Jisung didn't hurry all that much. He took the time to add a good amount of whipped cream from a spray-bottle in their fridge, creating a small mountain on top of his hot chocolate and covering it in a ton of sprinkles afterwards. When he was done preparing his cup of diabetes, he joined his friend on the couch.