ONE SHOTS🍒| STRAY KIDS

28. CHECKMATE

Band: Stray Kids
Ship: JeongSung
Top: Jeongin
Bottom: Jisung
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"GO EASY ON ME WILL YOU! ITS JUST TRAINING!"

Jisung snickered as he walked back to the other side of the room swinging the spear in his hand. "Exactly, it's training. I have to give it my all." Jeongin rolled his eyes and stood up. He brushed off the wood chips and dust from his clothes. When he turned his head to look at what was left of the table he groaned as pain shot through him.

"You broke the table.." He stated, looking at the broken mess. Jisung simply shrugged and kept twirling the spear between his fingers with ease. Jeongin was always amazed when he did it because the spear weighed more than him. "No, your body broke it, pretty boy."

They were interrupted by the speakers blaring the annoying sound it made when training was over. Then Minho's voice came over it, "alright girls wrap it up, trainings over." You could just hear the amusement in his voice.

Jisung walked over to the wall and scanned his handprint. When the wall split in half revealing the other wall filled with various weapons, he placed the spear back in it's rightful spot. Varying from guns, shields, bombs, grenades, knives, daggers, spears, katanas, swords, nun-chucks, bats, arrows, bows, crossbows, bullets, boxing gloves with spikes, etc. You name it, the wall had it.

Jeongin jogged over and placed the crossbow he was using back in it's spot. Jisung giggled. "I had a spear taller and heavier than you and you had a fucking crossbow and I still beat you." Jeongin pushed him and walked away through the steel door, pulling off his gear and placing it in the box with other armored equipment.

Jisung was left a laughing mess behind him. He eventually caught up to Jeongin who was now walking side by side with Hyunjin. "Hey Sungie, how was training?" "Eh, I beat pretty boy again." Hyunjin smiled. " That's 10-8 now, Jeongin you're slacking off." He joked. The younger rolled his eyes and groaned speed walking to Chans office, leaving the other two laughing behind.

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Chan turned around in his chair at the sound of the door opening. He watched as Jeongin plopped himself down in the couch staring at the ceiling. "Boy troubles?" Jeongin shook his head. "No, not this time." Chan nodded and tried to think of what else it might be that's got the younger so down. "How long did it take you to pass Level 8?" Jeongin asked. Chan thought for a moment before answering. "4 months, I think." Jeongin whined. "I've been at it for a year and i still can't get pass door 7!"

Chan nodded. "It's fine there are only 7 doors per floor, you'll get it eventually." Jeongin angrily sat up and looked at Chan. "That's not the point Christopher. The point is, I'm still on Level 8, just a door away from passing and it's been a year. A FUCKING YEAR! everybody else passed under 10 months and I'm still here at Level 8! What's the point of me being here if I can't pass one lousy door?!" Chans parental instincts kicked in and he stood up.

"Don't ever think for a second that you don't belong here because you do! Just because you can't get past one level doesn't mean you're not good at what you do. The Avalon accepts the best of the best and they chose you. Handpicked you from 8000 other agents. YOU Jeongin YOU! That just means you're good, even better than good. I barely made it here, which is why I always have to do my best to prove that just because I was a mess in the beginning, that didn't deserve this spot, doesn't mean I can't prove to them that I can do better and be better. But you Jeongin, you ARE better. Every year we're supposed to pick 10 of the 8000 and they only picked you. 9 other people could've made it but you outshined them all. Just because this one level is bad doesn't mean you won't get past it. Now if you need more help, I can do it. We'll see why you can't get past it."