Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

make no bones ; han jisung

third person

genre: fluff

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"(Y/N)! Hey!"

Said girl turned her head around for the fifth time today and met the eyes of her very mischievous yet good friend, Jisung. There he stood, meters away from him, waving his arms and holding them up above his head. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and took notice of her friend who started to run up to her, strands of his hair flying out in all directions.

He dyed his hair again. Damn, he'll be bald next month if he continues like this.

"What now, Han Jisung?" she sighed, running a lazy hand through her locks. After having him stealing all her stuff—from her pens to her lunchbox—she couldn't wait to get home and feed her cat. However, as her little feet shuffled past him, Jisung held out an arm and in his hand flashed a very important object she owns.

"WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE MY PHONE?"

"Language, Miss (Y/N)." a teacher remarked, eyeing the student whose friend snickered at her mistake.

"Sorry Mr. Yang," she bowed her head, glaring at the grinning Jisung standing beside her. The teacher nodded and walked off to his next class, leaving the two in the corridors.

"You asshat," (Y/N) smacked Jisung's arm when Mr. Yang was out of earshot, "you almost got me in trouble."

The male snorted, "Don't blame me; you're always the one cussing like there's no tomorrow."

(Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him, "Anyways," she says, "give me back my phone."

"No way."

"How the hell did you even get that from me? I don't remember handing you my phone."

"It was practically sticking out of your pocket. Be grateful it was me who took it instead of some robber on the streets." he remarked, tossing the phone in mid-air, and it had the girl's breath stuck to her windpipe for a split second, only being let out with a comforted sigh when Jisung had caught it swiftly, the phone landing safely on his right palm.

"Damn you, Han Jisung. Give me back my phone before I go tell Minho," she tried to scare him, but Jisung rolled his eyes.

"You and I both know very well that you can't talk to Minho without stuttering let alone look at him in the eye," he snickered.

"Shut up." she started to walk closer to Jisung and stretched out her hands to try to snatch her phone back, "Hand me back my phone!"

Jisung walked a few steps back and held her phone above his head, making her struggle with reaching it. When she gave up, (Y/N) huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fine. Play your dumb games yourself. You don't even know the password to my phone anyways." (Y/N) says and walks away.

When she was out of his sight, Jisung chuckled to himself and smiled down at the phone in his hands, using his slender fingers to swipe up and unlock the gadget with ease.

"Idiot," he shook his head as he chuckled, "you don't put passwords on your phone."

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Okay. It's just a day without phoning. Besides, I have a shit ton of homework to deal with, I have to find out what happened to Han Sung in the next episode, and I have to feed my cat.