Hyunin Oneshots [HIATUS]

Comfort

Fluff
Secret relationship au
(Yall this is completely fake, so this has NOTHING to do with the members rll going to the places or whatever😭)

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The Stray Kids’ dorm was, for some reason, eerily quiet these days. 

Normally, it would be alive with the usual chaos. Jisung and Felix could always be found locked in their eternal battle over whether tomatoes are fruits or vegetables (spoiler: Felix was losing because Jisung had “scientific evidence”).

Changbin would be putting on a full-blown concert to NewJeans songs, complete with questionable choreography, all for Seungmin’s unwilling audience.

Seungmin, of course, would give precisely zero damns, staying laser-focused on scrolling through some online store, only pausing to mutter, “You’re off-beat, hyung.”

Meanwhile, Bangchan, the ever-proud dad of the group, clapped along with Changbin’s impromptu performance like it was the highlight of his year. 

In the kitchen, Minho would be whipping up a meal, cursing the heavens (and the members) for not helping, though he’d probably kick them out of his kitchen if they tried.

And in the living room, Hyunjin, the drama king himself, would be on the edge of his seat, all cuddled up with the maknae, dramatically gasping at a K-drama while Jeongin sat next to him, simultaneously rolling his eyes and enjoying the attention. 

But today? Today was different. The dorm felt like a library where the only thing you could hear was the sound of your own breathing. Maybe it was because the hyung line had left for France for a fashion show and photoshoot—a full month and a half ago. 

Jeongin, the youngest, was perched on his bed, staring at his phone like it was some mystical object that might magically light up. He fiddled with his fingers, a mix of boredom and nervous anticipation gnawing at him as he waited for his favorite (not that he’d ever admit it) hyung to call. 

You see, since Korea and France had a seven-hour time difference, it was practically impossible to sync up schedules. Add in the whirlwind that was fashion shows, photoshoots, and Hyunjin’s love for randomly changing plans, and Jeongin was lucky to even get a text most days. But Hyunjin was still his boyfriend—his secret boyfriend. 

Yes, boyfriend. Surprise! 

The two had been dating for a few years now, this year marking their fourth anniversary. Hiding it from eagle-eyed STAYs was a full-time job in itself. Hyunjin, being Hyunjin, wasn’t exactly the most discreet person alive, sometimes accidentally slipping up during livestreams or interviews. Thankfully, STAYs always interpreted their interactions as sibling-like bickering, sparing the couple from an internet meltdown. 

Jeongin glanced at the clock on his nightstand. 

2 PM. 

That meant it was 9 PM in France, and Hyunjin still hadn’t called. Jeongin frowned, just a little. Not that he’d ever admit it, but he was a tiny bit disappointed. He knew Hyunjin must be busy, probably exhausted from juggling photoshoots, catwalks, and his dramatic antics. Still, a part of him couldn’t help but wish for even a quick call. 

With a sigh, Jeongin flopped back onto his bed. “Stupid Hyung,” he muttered under his breath. His phone stayed stubbornly silent, mocking him. 

But as much as he wanted to sulk, he couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at his lips. Because he knew, without a doubt, that no matter where Hyunjin was—or how long it took—he’d eventually call. Probably with some over-the-top excuse, dramatic apology, and a million reasons why Jeongin was the only person he cared about.