Stray Kids one shots #2 || honeyndwild

Chan | You're not allowed to smoke in the common area

It smells like summer. Like a very cold, but very delicious summer. The poplar has just become to bloom, and its sweet scent mixes with the scent of wet wood and asphalt.

The window pane is open, and the sounds of the rain dancing on the crossroad fills the kitchen. Chan sticks his nose out and takes the biggest inhale of the day. It's 3:25 in the morning.

"Watcha doing?"

It's not that Chan hears, but feels the approach of a stranger. A pungent smell of cigarettes enters the kitchen and makes Chan scrunch his nose with annoyance. How many times does he need to repeat himself?

"You're not allowed to smoke in the common area which is the bathroom, THE kitchen, the halls and corridors," he highlights the 'kitchen' with his voice but still chooses to stay with his back to the newcomer. Turns out, it is not the right decision to make.

A chuckle follows Chan's words. Then the smell of the cigarettes gets more vivid; a translucent smoke begins to swirl around his head. A pair of hands snake around his middle; someone's body presses to his back.

"Are you going to turn me in, head boy?"

Chan contemplates on chuckling or rolling his eyes with annoyance. Yes, he's the head boy. Yes, he'll be responsible to the university administration. They won't be too harsh on him, but still will question his ability to maintain the order. But has it ever stopped the person behind his back?

"Yes, I will," he can't help but interlock his fingers with theirs, just out of habit, just because he doesn't see a reason not to. "If you'll continue setting me up like this."

"Ow, baby," a cigarette smoke disappears because the person puts out a cigarette on someone's dirty plate in the sink. "I thought you loved me."

Chan sighs and receives a quick peck on his cheek. "I still do," the warmth of the body behind his back feels nice and sends goosebumps run up and down his bare arms. "But I might stop, you know."

"No, you won't," the hands squeeze Chan's sides and a few kisses appear on his neck. "You've fallen too hard for me. Now we're tied to each other, sweetheart. For forever."

'Forever' makes Chan laugh. He sighs again; the smell of wet wood and asphalt mixes with the cigarettes. It's 3:34 in the morning.

The fingers that slide under his tshirt are cold; the contrast of the warm skin of his stomach and the coldness makes him shiver. A little love-bite on his shoulder makes him shiver too, and suddenly he remembers that his bed's probably cold now.

"Will you go back to your room?" He doesn't want to sound sad, but something about the picture of him sliding into his tiny bed alone makes his heart clench.

"Are you inviting me in?"

"Do you have lectures in the morning?"

"I'll skip if I'll have a chance to wake up to your puffy morning face and those curls."

Chan tries to be quiet but still bursts into laughter. When he leans forward, his shoulders shaking, the person attached to his back, leans with him. Chan can feel their smile with his skin.

"Let's go to bed," he finally blurts out and receives another love-bite in return, this time, on his neck.

A moment later, the kitchen is quiet. The window pane is open, and the rain continues to dance on the crossroad.