Rock, paper, kisses | Jeongin | Stray Kids Imagines

Chapter 1

It happens from time to time. You show up at his door with a bottle of sweet and sparkling cider, whining about how your neighbour came earlier and decided to make out with their partner on your shared sofa in the small dorm's living room.

Jeongin loves and hates moments like this because, first of all, you ALWAYS forget to warn him, and let's not forget that he hates surprises more than anything in his life. Secondly, because your neighbour prefers the nighttime to show their love to their partner, and, of course, you ALWAYS show up late at night, rarely caring about invading Jeongin's privacy. As if you know he won't have anyone in his small flat. As if you close your eyes on the fact that he might have an important test the next morning.

No, you never care. At least, Jeongin thinks this way.

This evening everything repeats. You show up at 10 pm. Jeongin meets you up with sleepy eyes and lines on his cheek from sleeping on the biology book, his "pillow" on the hard desk. Sometimes he regrets choosing a medical college. Sometimes he thinks he could've become a kindergarten teacher and show all his love to children there. But no, he decided to be a doctor and save their lives instead. And now for 3 years in a row, he suffers from lack of sleep, lack of normal hot food and lack of personal life.

But here you are, sitting cross-legged on his hard wooden floor, uno cards scattered around your knees, small Ikea glass in your fingers. Jeongin sits in front of you, leaning his body on his bed. Hair dishevelled, tiredness and alcohol clouding his mind, he doesn't even try to win. He does try to shove a pillow under your ass, grumbling that sitting on a cold floor won't do any good, but eventually gives up. Decides to concentrate his attention on the bag of paprika flavoured chips, his favourite which you brought with you, trying to appease him for your later night visit.

"And uno," you throw the bright red card on the floor, but today it surprisingly doesn't give you any satisfaction. You glance at Jeongin's hands, at the cards laying on his palms like a van, open for you to see them all. As if he gives up from the very beginning. "Sorry," only now you notice how tired he actually is. "The test?"

"Yeah, tomorrow," Jeongin shrugs, drinking the remaining cider from his glass. "I know I'll pass it, but still— I'm nervous as fuck."

"And I managed to break into your flat and make you play this stupid game..." you know you aren't stupid, but sometimes you hate yourself for how not attentive you become. "Let's stop, I'll clean everything up."

Jeongin nods gratefully, sliding to the floor and closing his eyes. All he wants now is to sleep. You can entertain yourself, watch Netflix or study, but he needs to rest.

"Go to the bed, stupid," he feels you nudging him with your feet, your cold fingers tickling his stomach. "The floor is cold."

"Look who's talking," Jeongin chuckles, but does as you tell him, climbs on his bed, diving under his heavy, soft blankets.

The sound of water running in the sink makes him sleepy. You're washing the glasses, humming something under your nose, and Jeongin feels his eyelids going heavy. He sighs one more time and then turns to face the wall, the sleep already leaning on him, dragging him to the dreamland.

***

Jeongin wakes up at 4 am. His mouth feels dry, lips sticking annoyingly to each other, driving him crazy. And the thirst chokes him to the point he doesn't even notice the fact that the lights in the kitchen are still on.

It takes him a glance at the clocks and a few gulps of cold water to wake up and then finally notice you. At his table, on one of his hard chairs, hugging your knees to your chest, reading a book. The water pleasantly caresses his throat, and Jeongin leans on the kitchen counter, signing contently. Also, he can't stop thinking that you're stupid.

"Don't you want to sleep?" His voice is groggy, gnashing his throat, and he pours himself another glass of water. "It's 4 am, dummy."

"You took all the bed, stupid," you shrug, flipping through the pages. "And was sleeping too soundlessly I couldn't dare to move you."

The guilt stings in the ribs' area, but Jeongin tries really hard not to pay it too much attention. Jeongin knows he's not the one to feel ashamed in this situation. It's not his fault his flat is so small he can't even fit a simple sofa in there. It's not his fault your neighbour is having sex in your dorm, making you wander the streets instead. And, of course, it's not his fault his bed is too small to fit you both in, but you managed to sleep there together before...

"Let's go sleep then," Jeongin sighs, taking a book out of your hands. "You have lectures tomorrow too."

He knows you won't resist. And he turns out to be right when he feels the bed creaking under your weight when you climb it after him. You settle down quickly, Jeongin turns away from you, squeezing into the wall as usual. He leaves his blanket to you, wrapping himself up in a fluffy plaid instead.

Finally, he can sleep. For real this time. With your side pressed to his back, with your pleasant warmth that he didn't know he missed. Eyelids getting heavier, the pillow between his hands becoming softer, Jeongin prepares to fall back to sleep in a few minutes, until—

"Jeongin—a," your whisper comes out small and hesitant, but Jeongin is too tired to answer something distinct.

"Hmm?"

You hesitate before answering, "I don't think I can fall asleep tonight."

You don't expect much from him. The way he sighs tiredly, nuzzling deeper into his pillow says it all, "I'm so sorry for you."

"Shut up," you roll your eyes, but he interrupts you harshly. And by the way, he sounds you swear, you can hear him smiling, "Because I can fall asleep, and I will sleep."

But you aren't the one to give up so easily, "Let's play the City name game, hmm?"

"Are you serious?"

"It can help us to fall asleep..." You know you're saying something wrong because Jeongin finally moves, turning to lay on his back. "I don't need help with it, I'm ALREADY half-asleep!.." he hisses, his eyes half-closed, hands squishing a small pillow on his chest.

"Then maybe rock, paper, scissors?"

"Y/n—"

"But we'll need to kiss if we'll choose the same attack."

It becomes the last straw, and Jeongin turns to face you, "Are you drunk?" His voice sounds terrifyingly cold, his eyes piercing through you with disbelief. "We drank one bottle of cider. ONE, y/n. It's 4 am, and you're not in your right mind."

"Rock, paper, sci—"

He throws a fist in the air, and you cover it with your palm. "And you said you didn't want to play," you snicker, squeezing his fingers, pleased he gave in. As you've predicted, Jeongin, being too stubborn to lose his chance to win you over. "I won."

"Shut up, one more time."

"Whatever you want," you wink at him, turning to your left side and getting comfortable. "Rock, paper, s—"

Two scissors.

Jeongin blinks at them, taken aback, "And what? Do we need to kiss, now?"

You smile mischievously, leaning closer, "Why not? It might help us fall asleep..."

"Oh, goodness, y/n!.." But he doesn't move away. And you don't lean back too.

You catch him glancing down to your lips. You do the same, glancing at his, mentally touching them with your fingertips, checking their softness. While you imagine that in your head, Jeongin moves a little closer, laying his head on your pillow millimetres away from your nose. You know he won't do anything else, and, honestly, you don't want him to. It feels surprisingly right to take the lead and crush his soft lips with your own.

You move away a few long seconds after. It feels strange when he doesn't answer, doesn't kiss you back, and honestly, you don't even sure you want him to. "Let's sleep?" You whisper, smiling.

Jeongin glances at your lips once again, before nodding, "Good night."

You're friends. This 4 am kiss means nothing.