STRAYKIDS ONE SHOTS

JeongSung/^/moonlight

Genre: fluff

Ship: jeongin x jisung

word count: 1552

a/n: DOM JEAONGIN!??!?!??!

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"How does six sound? I want to shower after soccer practice." Jisung spoke with his phone in hand, the other person on the line thinking for a second before breaking the silence again. "You can shower at mine, my parents aren't here anyways."

"Okay then, five?" The blue haired threw himself on his bed, the soft, yet cold comforter under him making him shiver. "Yeah. See you later, Hyung." "See you."

As the younger hung up the phone, Jisung giggled to himself. God how he loved him, you could practically hear the smile in his voice and it drove him crazy. He imagined the other boy lying next to him, grinning as he ruffled his hair and squeezed his cheeks.

He'd do anything to experience that exact moment, but he knew it would never happen. Jisung sighed and got out of bed, he walked over to his closet and pulled out a hoodie and some sweats — his clothes for the night at Jeongin's.

The short male packed his stuff — for the boy's sleepover and soccer — as the sun slowly went down. The air was freezing cold and sun setting but the team's coach still decided to go out, in the freezing winter world.

Time passed and Jisung was surprised to find his friend watching him from the bleachers. He wore a plain dark grey hoodie and patterned blue scarf, gloves as well and of course a nice baggy pair of trousers. He grabbed a cream coloured bag lying next to him, exhaled the warm air and stood up.

Jeongin made his way over to his friend and offered him a bright smile, which Jisung kindly returned. "Are you done?" "Yeah, we just need to clean up some stuff." The younger of the two blue haired boys nodded lightly and took another hoodie out of his backpack.

"For you." He simply said, as he handed the single piece of clothing to the freezing boy.

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The two laughed out loud as they entered the younger's home, Jisung had been here so many times yet it still managed to amaze him. The tall walls were decorated with paintings — from both well known artists and their family friends, Hyunjin included — and shelfs decorated with colourful nothingness — stuff Jisung couldn't recognise.

The house was rather big and moderne, the kitchen was something that the older always cooed at — he might not talk about it a lot, but he loves cooking. "You stink." "Shut up, I was about to shower anyways."

Jisung shook his head upon getting snapped out of his trance and headed upstairs — after he took off his shoes, of course — and opened the door to the bathroom. "I'll just use your towel, 'ight?" He screamed down to the other, not getting an answer, but he just took it as a yes.

Not so quietly he closed the door and started stripping almost immediately. Before stepping into the shower he took out his change of clothes so his bag wouldn't get wet once he stepped out again.

Without anything on his mind the younger laid on the lounge, scrolling through his phone. He sighed as he got bored of all the food related videos in his feed, he needed some spice.

With another sigh he turned off his phone and threw it to the side, letting his head fall back onto the backrest of the loveseat.

"Good gracious me," He breathed out as he saw the face of the older, suddenly in front of him "you scared the living shit out of me." "Sorry" was all Jisung replied before throwing himself next to him, his loose clothes revealing his stomach for a split second.