moons of jupiter | stray kids af

o5

Everyone was gathered around the long table. It was dinner time, according to earth time. The smell of freshly cooked food hang in the air and after curiously sniffing the smell, Jisung has come to the conclusion that it was something to do with garlic with salt and pepper, as well as a nice helping of onions. Don't ask how he knows — it's almost like his sixth sense when it comes to the culinary side of things.

Minho comes out from the kitchen balancing two big trays in his hands, Eleanor shouting from where he was, telling him to be careful. Jisung chuckles, Minho would do anything for her and he finds it ridiculous how he doesn't even realise. How the both of them doesn't even realise, actually.

It's almost like Jisung's special ability slash talent slash specialty — being the cupid for everyone.

The boy snickers in his seat seeing Minho getting frustrated by Eleanor's nagging. "Yes, yes, I'm doing it!" Minho cries impatiently, placing the trays down on the table with a loud wack before returning to the kitchen, stomping his feet and mumbling about how his cats would be disappointed at her.

Felix, who was sitting across from him was wide-eyed. "Wow, noodles!" he gushes, getting ready to grab his plate and fork.

Bang Chan, the leader with the glorious brown hair, gives Felix a scolding look. The younger freezes under his gaze and slowly retreats back on to his seat, biting his lip as he stares at the food longingly.

For the past year almost, Felix and Changbin were the people who were most excited when it comes to food. They were the first ones out of the dorm rooms when it's time for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Jisung was observant and have always been; the way Felix begrudgingly shuffles his way into the lunch room with his eyes halfway closed and the first two buttons of his fluffy Sinchan pyjamas undone. Changbin was the opposite to Felix's (surprisingly) quieter ways, bursting into the room, screaming he smells something nice brewing in the pot, hands held up high in the air.

Pure entertainment.

However, Changbin likes to keep his image. So maybe that's why he's keeping to himself right now. But Jisung knows that deep inside him, Changbin wanted nothing more than to gulf down all those food despite what Chan was saying.

Eleanor comes out first this time, holding a hot pot with gloved hands. "Let him live, Chris," she tells Chan, "poor boy's hungry."

"Yeah, but it'll be nice if we all sit down and have food together," Chan argues back, "this is our first official meal on this ship."

After placing the pot down, Eleanor lets out a loud sigh. "Whatever," she mutters, "Minho! Come quick, what's taking you so long?"

When there's no answer, Eleanor clicks her tongue and rushes back into the kitchen.

Jisung snickers, hearing Minho shout "I'm sorry" over and over again after Eleanor found out he spilled the rubbish bin.

Eleanor comes back into the room dragging Minho by his ear. The poor boy winces in pain, pouting when Eleanor ignores him and starts reaching out for a bowl to eat for herself.

From next to him, Heo Youngbin nudges his arm. Jisung hums, turning his attention on to her. She leans forward and cups her mouth. "Should we prepare a wedding for them?" she whispers jokingly, thinking of the same thing as Jisung.

"Chan can be the priest," Jisung answers, giggling along with her.

"Where would we hold the wedding?" the girl asks.

Okay, maybe planning the wedding now would be a bit too soon. But just in case anything happens in the future, it's best to get ready, right?

Jisung has done some exploring with Jeongin just hours before. Needless to say, this ship was huge, humongous, spacious and every synonym out there relating to the word 'big'. Least to say, the young astronaut was impressed.