In which as the Christmas season starts I bring a one shot to you every day for the whole month of December.
𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 !
Stray kids ; haikyuu ; enhypen
lgbt+ ; fluff + angst ; canon x reader ; canon x original characters
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𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 Han Jisung x female oc
❝ Drunk actions are sober thoughts, baby ❞
3000+ words
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The dark haired girl rushed past her brother to her room, closing the door behind her immediately, catching the attention of all three girls who were already in the room.
"Are you alright?" Riley asked, confusedly looking up from her phone. "You look like you just saw a ghost."
"Maybe I did," the girl nodded, walking to her bed to sit down. "I am never walking to my brother's room again."
"Oh god, what did Minho do?" The black haired girl, who was currently sitting on Nari's armchair asked. "Actually wait, I think I don't want to know."
"It's not what he did, but what his friends did!" Nari exclaimed, whining. The caught even Alaska's attention, making her put away the hairbrush in her hand. "They are basically all naked, walking around Minho's room, talking about who has better abs," she explained. "I want to erase that memory."
"What?" Riley exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Is Chris there?"
"Girl, chill out," Amy laughed. "No need to be thirsty, you are probably going to end up in his dorms tonight anyway," she rolled her eyes playfully.
"I can say that Felix has the best abs," Laska grinned. "I hope he isn't walking naked around the room too, they are only for my eyes, you know," she giggled.
Riley scoffed, rolling her eyes with a laugh at one of her best friends. "We know, we know, no need to remind us."
"Keep them, I don't have the urge to look at a bunch of naked boys," Nari proclaimed. "Especially not when they are all younger than me," she sighed.
"You're making yourself old," Amy commented. "You're the same age as Chris, it's fine."
"Babe," one of the boys said behind the doors, making all four of the girls turn his way. "Are you really yet?" Amy smiled, knowing it was her man behind the door. She stood up from the armchair, fixing her black, tight, dress. It was a piece she loved to wear for parties, probably because of how good she looked in it. Her boyfriend really couldn't say anything but "wow" when she opened the door to meet him.
