"Why are you crying? Beautiful things are something to smile for."
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Bunch of Stray Kids One Shots and Imagines.
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"I wanna go home," you said, your voice tinged with discomfort. You were sitting on a sofa inside the house, having probably drunk one or two, maybe even three shots too many. You had dragged your best friend Jisung along to the house party, and now he was sitting beside you, his presence a comforting anchor. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you sighed deeply.
"You wanna go home?" Jisung asked, concern etched in his eyes. He had stayed sober to ensure he could drive both of you home safely and keep an eye on you. You nodded slightly.
"Okay, let's get you to the car, honey," he said, standing up and helping you to your feet. You sighed again as he wrapped his arm around your waist to steady you. Little did he know, you'd had a crush on him since middle school. You had never mustered the courage to tell him, and now that he was an idol, the gap between you felt even wider. Still, you exaggerated your unsteadiness just to feel his grip tighten around you.
Jisung chuckled softly. "Man, y/n. You're Jack Sparrow drunk. What happened to mystery drunk?" he joked.
"Jack Sparrow's hot," you mumbled as he helped you into the passenger seat. Jisung leaned over to fasten your seatbelt, and as he started to pull away, you caught his hand.
"Don't you think he's hot?" you asked, your words slurred.
Jisung looked at you, amused. "Not my type. But I see where you're coming from," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your hand.
"Oh, he isn't my type either," you murmured. Jisung chuckled and let go of your hand, closing the passenger door before getting into the driver's seat.
"Okay, let's get you home," he said, starting the car.
"Can I stay at your place?" you asked shyly.
"You can always stay at my place," he reassured you. You sighed in relief and closed your eyes. The drive seemed interminable to your inebriated mind.
"When are we going to be home?" you whined, your impatience breaking through.
Jisung chuckled again. "Since when are you so impatient?" he asked, amused.
"I wanna cuddle," you pouted. Jisung looked at you, surprised. Cuddling between you two had become a norm, but you had never been so direct about it.
"You wanna cuddle?" he asked.
You nodded. "Yes. I love cuddling with you. I always feel so safe and warm," you sighed, oblivious to how much you were revealing.
Jisung smiled softly. "We can cuddle the whole night," he reassured you. You sighed contentedly.
Finally, Jisung parked the car and helped you out, guiding you into his dorm. He helped you get ready for bed, and soon the two of you were lying down together. He pulled you close, and you snuggled into his chest.
"This is so nice," you mumbled.
Jisung hummed in agreement, gently running his fingers through your hair. As you thought about waking up the next day, you groaned.
