ONE SHOTS🍒| STRAY KIDS

38. Blood Stains On The White Couch (2)

Ship: ChanSung
Top: Chan
Bottom: Jisung
For lmhscat
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Chan stood on his stairs in disbelief as he stared at the sight infront of him.

The younger looked so focus on his task.

He had no idea what the hell he was doing but he looks so focused as he damaged Chan's $140,000 Zebra Wood flooring.

The man looked like a scientist about to discover fire. Except instead of fire, it was property damage.

"Jisung," Chan said slowly, blinking. "Why is there a guillotine in my house?"

Jisung looked up, beaming. "Oh hey, Chan!"

"Jisung. Why is there a guillotine in my house."

"It was fifty percent off on Temu!"

"Jisung." Chan's voice cracked. "Why. Is there. A guillotine. In my house."

"I don't know, man. I was looking for a new charger and it just popped up. You can't not buy something that's fifty percent off."

"Why is it here, Jisung?"

"Because I used your card."

Chan slowly banged his head against the stair railing like he was buffering.

Before he could continue malfunctioning, the front door burst open and Jeongin strolled in. "Hi, Innie!" Jisung waved cheerfully.

Jeongin froze at the sight of the guillotine, the scratches on the floor, and Chan slowly losing his will to live.

He crouched down to inspect the floor. "Wait. Isn't this Zebra Wood?"

Chan groaned without lifting his head. "Yes."

"Isn't that, like, illegal and really expensive?"

A quiet sob escaped Chan's mouth.

Jisung looked down, suddenly sheepish. "Sorry, hyung."

Chan finally looked up, defeated but soft. "It's fine, baby. I'll just... refloor it. Or burn the house down. Something like that."

He trudged back upstairs.

Jisung looked over at Jeongin confused. "Did he just call me baby?"

The younger rolled his eyes and made his way over to the couch. "God you're dumb."

Jisung was no longer paying attention to him he was still caught up in his own world looking at the ground confused.

"Baby? What does he think this is? Ring Ding Dong by Shinee? Baby by Justin Bieber?"

Jeongin hated to admit that he found it funny but he did.

"Hey Ji."

Jisung was still standing there muttering to himself.

"Ji."

No answer.

"Ji."

No answer.

"HAN MOTHER FUCKING JISUNG!"

"yeah?"

The younger looked at him in disbelief. "Are you Hellen Keller? Did you not hear me calling you?" Jisung shakes his head.

"What do you want?"

"Can I ask you something?" Jisung nods yes and walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to Jeongin. "Do you like Chan?"