Stray Kids one shots || honeyndwild

Jisung | neck kisses

He's nervous. Oh God, how nervous he is.

A week ago, he received his present a week ago. Nothing special, he thought when you handed him a small white envelope. Nothing interesting, he thought when he stared at your figure quickly running away from where he was standing. Yes, it confused him a little because at the beginning he couldn't understand why. Why your cheeks were a bit red and why your smile was so shy and hopeful.

The answer came when he opened the envelope. And the answer made him happy. Happy and excited, nervous and anxious, all at the same time. And now here he was, at your living room, your small present in his shaking hands, a small smile on his lips.

You are at the piano with your back turned to him, playing something quietly. Jisung can see how your fingers are pressing the keys softly creating a melody, too new and too beautiful for his ears. And for some time he just stares at you, at your back, at your fingers on white and black keys. But the nervousness twists his stomach making him almost bend down in pain, and Jisung can't bear it any longer.

"Y/n," his voice shakes a little, and he mentally slaps himself, embarrassed. But he knows he can't back away. You stopped playing, and now he needs to say something. "I-"

He comes closer, his quiet careful steps drawing your attention to him, and you turn in hour seat to face him. But it makes him even more nervous, your figure, your face, your eyes, your smile, your attention that's now fully on him. And Jisung swears under his breath, scratching the back of his neck, making you smile even more.

"What do you want, Jis?" You lean back on the piano, stretching a little. The hours of practice went by too quickly you even forgot he was at your house. And you felt a bit guilty about that. "I'm sorry, I'm almost done. I'll be free in a min-"

"This," Jisung knows, he can't say it out loud. He's not that brave, no. He's nervous and scared and anxious, and it's easier for him to show than to talk. And he does show you. His birthday present. A little blue coupon trembles a little in his shaking hands when he gives it to you.

"Oh..."

And there's a silence in the air. You stare at the blue paper in your hands. Jisung stares at you, his hands cold as ice, his heart thumping in his chest ready to jump away. He hates it, the nervousness that fills his whole body, this waiting that kills him from the inside, and actually, it all pressures him so much he gives up. "It's okay if you don't want to," his hands shake again when he takes the coupon from your hands, almost snatch the blue paper from your fingers. "I understand if it was just a joke and-"

"Where?"

Your question surprises him so much he doesn't understand it at first, "What?"

"Where do you want me to kiss you?"

"My neck," the words slip from his tongue before he even thinks of them, and it makes him so embarrassed he almost turns away, his cheeks burning. He hates himself for this. He could've just said his cheeks, or his forehead, or his nose, or his fingers, or his- his lips, but-

You stand up from your place too quickly Jisung doesn't have time to figure out what's going on. He stares at you as you take a step closer to him. He stares at you when you rest your hands on his shoulders for support. But then his eyes shut themselves down because he can feel it, your warm breath on his skin. And it sends him to heaven.

He doesn't notice the moment your lips touch his neck. He doesn't notice the moment his hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer. And he doesn't notice when he turns his head to the left just to make more room for you and your lips.

But he does hear your muffled chuckle.

"Jis-" your breath tickles his skin, your fingers clutch to his shoulders too tightly he's sure he'll have some traces. "I-" you smile against his skin, but then slowly move away. "I love your cologne."

"I love you."

"What?"

"What?" He knows he took you aback with his sudden confession. He can see it now, how your eyes are wide and how your lips are parted and how it's a perfect moment to lean in and- "Oh... Never mind," he quickly looks away, taking his hands off your body. "Thanks for the- the kiss, I'll better go now."

He doesn't notice how quickly he turns away and how quickly he runs out of your living room to the hallway closer to the exit, to the-

"Wait, Ji!"

"W-what?" His voice trembles a little, when he answers, afraid of what will come next.

"You-" a chuckle lives your lips, and you quickly look away, embarrassed. "You still have a lot of kisses to use, just- just don't forget about that."

And Jisung swears, he can die right here and then. Happiness, it fills him to the top of his head. And then he smiles. And then he can't stop smiling.