Stray Kids one shots || honeyndwild

Jisung | hidden relationships

The thrill of it. These madly thumping hearts in your both chests, this surprisingly satisfying nausea in your both stomachs. The fear of being possibly caught and the desire to spend more time with each other. Jisung knew it was maybe bad, to love it all, to feel so much pleasure. But you were laughing soundlessly in front of him, right into his lips and he was quickly losing it all, forgetting everything, everyone except you.

His arms slide in the back pockets of your jeans, yours snake loosely around his neck, love spinning between you two like a top, without a way to escape.

You sneaked into the room a few minutes ago. Chan-hyung left it hurriedly, running down to the second floor. Someone needed something, as always, and he was the only one who could solve the problem. Of course, as always. Changbin ran away too. Minho was furious, waiting for this boy to come back home and work out together, and Changbin used the first opportunity he saw to get out of here. He wasn't in the mood for a workout too, but his hyung's anger was too scary for him, and he decided to obey without even retorting. Jisung on the contrary stayed in the room. He could've left too, but he had a few more things to do, and his heart was already beating fast, looking forward to the fun.

"I missed you," your whisper tickles his lips, your words fondle his heart, making it almost melt right in front of you. "The day was hard, and I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Right as you should," he can't help but chuckle under the stare you give him, almost smacking his shoulders with annoyance.

"Ji!"

"Okay, okay," he knows how to ask for forgiveness, his lips finding yours, quickly shutting them up. "Babe–" he wants to say something, to assure you he feels the same, but your lips taste too good, and he can't help but lean in once again. "I missed you too, honey."

Hidden relationships. Jisung didn't know why you both agreed on it, but a few months have passed, and you both were still quiet about seeing each other. He didn't know when it became okay to steal glances while being in one room with everyone else; to kiss hurriedly, messily in dark corridors and stairwells, hiding from the whole world. Maybe for others, it was wrong, to have hidden relationships like this. But your desire to love in darkness when only you both are there, sharing, experiencing it, felt right. And you both agreed on it without a second thought.

And it was bliss, to love like this. The room, small and dark, you two the only ones there as if the world doesn't exist.

He plops down on the table, taking you with him, trapping between his legs. The papers are messily scattered on the surface, rustle every time he moves, making contact with his jeans. But he pays attention only to the way your waist feels under his palms, to the way your fingers run up and down his chest, a smile never leaving your lips.

"Will you come today?" You whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, him leaning into your touch with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling.

"I'll try, but I'm not sure," Jisung sighs, his grip tightening, pushing you even closer to his chest.

"I was planning to order chicken tonight..." you smile, trying to lure him in, knowing you don't necessarily need to do it, knowing he wants it as much as you do.

"Baby, that's a dirty move, you know, r–" He leans in, keeps talking until the sound becomes muffled, the cause of your lips being too closer to his. And maybe he'll continue that game, but–

"Ji, we need to– Oh, hey, y/n."

Chan.

Of course. As always. As was expected. He rushes into the room without a second glance, opens the door wide, running to his computer. Perhaps, in a fit of inspiration.

"Hey, Chan," your hands fly off Jisung's neck as fast as it's possible, you, moving away from his grip, fixing your shirt.

Chan turns away, a chuckle almost leaving his lips, "Was helping Ji with something?" He smirks to himself, rummaging through the papers behind Jisung's back.

"What?– Oh..." You step back, stumbling over a chair, cursing quietly under your breath. "Yeah, he– he asked for my opinion on that–"

Jisung jumps to his feet too, frantically waving at the door, trying to send you out as quickly as possible, "It's okay now. Thank you for the help, y/n."

"Anytime," your fingers catch his for a second, squeezing them a little before running out of the small, stuffed room, closing the door behind you with a loud bang.

"See you, lov– y/n..."

The room gets silent, only the rustling of the papers Chan is looking through, and the loud beating of Jisung's heart, echoing in his ears.

Yes, the thrill of it. This madly thumping heart in his chest, this surprisingly satisfying nausea in his stomach. The realisation that he WAS CAUGHT and this anticipation to find out his fate. Jisung feels it all, and maybe it's wrong, but he can't help but admit he likes it.

"You," Chan finally stops pretending, his laugh ringing in the room, light and cheerful. "You think I don't know?"

"What do you mean, hyung?" Jisung smiles innocently, hiding his hands behind his back.

Chan stares at the boy in front of him. He notices the messy hair, his slightly red ears. He notices the crumpled hoodie and a light, almost invisible red spot under his earlobe. He knows it's not usual to see Ji with those lips that are a bit too red and puffy. And he wants to laugh at that too, but he decides not to. "Oh, nothing," he shrugs, smiling, playing along. "Forget about it."

And Jisung knows that Chan knows. But surprisingly the eldest stays quiet, just smiles mischievously, pats Jisung's shoulder firmly before leaving the room. And the moment he disappears, and the moment the door closes after him, Jisung releases the biggest breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Damn it," his whisper comes out shaky, but relieved. His hands go to his hair, ruffling them thoughtlessly, a weak smile plastered on his red lips.

Yeah, he thinks, the thrill of it. He didn't know he could become so addicted to this feeling.