Stuck With You || Stray Kids ✔️

J3

Why does he glare at me all the time? What did I ever do to him? Not get a girlfriend? Be half gay? Not come to his dumbass parties?

I blink a few times, focusing on drying the plates. Picking them up (along with some bowls and utensils), I try walking behind another waiter to get to the other side.

Suddenly, my shoes slide forward, and I don't have hands available to catch myself. I hug the plates to my chest, hearing the bowls and utensils clatter to the floor. I land on my back, the wind knocked straight out of me.

"Oh shit," Changbin says, dropping what he was doing to come help. "Are you okay? Damn these floors. They need mats or something back here. It's too slippery."

"Yeah," I groan, "I'm okay. Take these please."

I hand over the plates, sitting up and taking a moment. I was dizzy. At least nothing broke.

"Here," Tian suddenly says. He reaches his hand out, implying for me to take it.

I hesitate, but grab on. He hauls me up, patting my back and walking off before I could say anything. I turn back, embarrassed.

"Bin? Can I do dishes for a bit? My shoulder is killing me." It wasn't a lie, but I just didn't want to go out into the kitchen. I'm sure the other staff heard what happened.

"Yeah, course."

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"Hey, Ji? Meet me at my car when you're done," Changbin says, finishing up the leftover dishes. I nod, continuing to mop the floor.

That was such a stupid mistake earlier. How did I even manage that? God, I'm so dumb.

"Hey, goodnight guys!" Eric waves to me, waiting till I wave back to leave.

He was the only other person in there I was comfortable with. He was incredibly nice.

I leave the mop hanging to dry, grabbing my bag and heading out the back door. The parking lot was dark; it was about ten at night. I look over to Changbin's car, seeing him leaning against his trunk and on his phone.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Oh, hey." He reaches back into his car, pulling out a box. "I know you're hungry, so don't even try it. You wanna eat out here and then head home?"

I sigh, "yeah, sure. You got chopsticks?"

"Duh. I never go anywhere without them. I still have my emergency chopsticks in the car."

That makes me smile. "Of course."

I get into the passenger seat, my bag at my feet. It was too cold to stand outside. He hands me the second box of noodles and sets the rice in between us.

We eat in silence, listening to the bugs chirp. It was a quiet night; that's what I liked about being out so late. Quiet.

I don't understand how silence can be so relaxing, yet so deadly. I found peace within it, but when I got too lost in it, that's when everything turned sour. Think too much and you'll ruin yourself. That's my perspective on it. I know I've ruined myself, but at least I've learned with it. Don't do this, don't do that. It's just the process of thinking about every scenario you can and having common sense about what to do.