A sequel to the story 72 Hours with Stray Kids. It's about Y/N trying to fix her mistake and become friends with Stray Kids again. She tries to talk to all of them, realizing they might not want anything to do with her anymore.
Will she fix the fri...
I could smell breakfast being made from the kitchen and hearing coffee being brewed. My nose and stomach followed the trail to see Bin already up, cooking away.
"Morning Bin," I said in my deep morning voice, "Need any help?"
"Morning, no it's pretty much all done. If you want to bring out the plates for the other two, you can."
I nodded my head that I understood and went over to the cabinets to bring our plates and cups for the others. I grabbed mine and began to pile food on when we heard footsteps approach us. Turning around, we saw a very tired Han with his round gold glasses on.
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"Morning," he yawed out as he stretched, lifting his hands in the air, making his gray sweatshirt slide slightly up seeing a tiny bit of his lower abdomen.
"Morning Han, tired?"
"Just a bit," he chuckled, making his way over to get food.
We sat at the table quietly looking at our phones when Bin spoke up, "So... do we talk to him about what happened?"
"I don't know...it was pretty fucked up what he did," I noted before taking a bite of my food.
"Yeah, I know but do we scold him for it, do we yell at him this early in the morning?" Han asked.
"I just feel bad, what if Y/N think we knew all this time and didn't tell her," I mentioned.
"She would have been mad last night and accused us. I don't think she thinks that of us," Bin said.
"I think—" Han was about to say something when he stopped and his eyes stared behind me. I turned around to follow his gaze, seeing the man we are currently discussing.
"Morning," he said with his eyes trying to adjust to the light as he made his way over to get food.
We didn't say anything at the table, just exchanging glances with each other before Chan came over and sat down with us. I went back to my phone, trying to ignore him.
"Who made the food?" Chan asked breaking up the quietness sitting at the table.
"I did," Bin admitted quietly, quickly answering Chan.
"Well, thank you it tastes delicious."
"You're welcome." The quiet void continued until we all got up and got ready to head over to the stadium.
Y/N's POV:
We were rushing around the hotel, trying to hurry up and get ready so we can head over and buy some merch before the concert and to look around the venue...see the city. Luckily, we didn't have to worry about parking since the same driver, who has been taking us places, is coming to pick us up.
"Okay, do we have everything?" I asked looking around the room to make sure we have our bags, light sticks and anything else we wanted to bring.
"Yup, we have everything!" Madeline and Sierra both announcing as I nodded my head ready to walk out the door.
