warnings: none, just some cursing
request: Hey! Can I request a scenario with stray kids hyunjin or jisung from mel? Maybe fluff mixed with a tiny little bit of angst plus a kiss on new years eve? It can be enemies to lovers or friends to lovers or even a first meeting scenario.. Wherever the inspiration hits you the most ^^
extra info: gender-neutral reader!!
Ever since you were little, you had spent every New Year’s with Hwang Hyunjin. And he insisted that even though he was a debuted idol now and his reputation could easily be ruined with any slight scandal, that fact wouldn’t change. You were his best friend, he had reminded you, which meant that you would keep your traditions.
And so that’s how you ended up on a balcony at some fancy hotel that JYPE had rented out for the occasion, needing some fresh air for a moment. Being around so many people, not to mention people that were all incredibly famous, was overwhelming and exhausting to you sometimes. Checking the time on your phone, you winced when you saw that it was only 10 p.m. Hyunjin had told your mother that the party would probably last until 2 a.m., meaning that you theoretically still had four more hours of this. Your feet ached from standing and the goofy dancing you had done earlier with the equally goofy members of Stray Kids, and all you really wanted to go home and change into your pajamas and go the fuck to sleep. New Year’s never mattered much to you, it was always Hyunjin who made you have fun on the seemingly pointless holiday.
The thought of your handsome, bright-eyed, and caring best friend brought a familiar bittersweet pain to the left side of your chest. You’d realized the not-so-small crush you had on him last New Year’s, when he’d given you his routine Happy New Year’s kiss on the cheek, and missed, pecking the corner of your mouth gently. It had been pretty easy to ignore your agony-inducing feelings since you didn’t see him much while JYPE kept him extra busy with schedules. But now that you were at this party with him, where he had pretty much glued himself to your side the entire time, it was difficult to push them away.
For the past thirty minutes, however, you had a completely different issue plaguing your mind. One that you knew you needed to talk to Hyunjin about. As if he could hear your thoughts, his voice spoke up from behind you, “You’re missing Changbin and Minho’s drinking contest.”
“Their what?” You spun around, looking absolutely bewildered.
“I’m kidding, I needed to get your attention.” Hyunjin let out a melodious chuckle as he stepped closer to you, looking just as dazzling as before in his simple navy-blue suit, the jacket having been discarded long ago in favor of just rolling his sleeves up to just below his elbow. That, paired with the slightly-mussed up and curly hair, gave no aid in calming your thundering heart. How was one boy allowed to be that attractive?
“You could’ve said ‘Hey, Y/N.’ You know, like a normal person.” You snorted, going back to leaning again the balcony railing as he joined you.
“Since when have we ever been normal?” He bumped your shoulder.
“Oh, I’m perfectly normal—” You bumped his shoulder back. “It’s you that’s fucking weird.”
“You know, I’d tickle you if you didn’t look so stunning tonight.”
Your cheeks and ears heated up immediately, counteracting the chilling winter winds easily seeping into your skin. At your lack of response, Hyunjin spoke again, “So what’s on your mind, little bean?”
Dropping your face into your hands, you mumbled, “Jinnie, I’ve made a grave mistake.”
“What did you do this time, Y/N?”
“I might have agreed to give Jisung a New Year’s kiss.”
You took your face out of your hands in time to see Hyunjin’s eyebrows shoot up, “Like, kiss on the cheek?”
He seemed more distressed than you, rubbing his face in frustration as he thought. Finally, he groaned and offered, “I’ll tell him that you know… he can’t do that, because you’re my best friend and that’d be weird for me.”
“That’s not what I’m concerned about.” You ignored the twinge in your heart when he called you his friend. Truth be told, you were doing this hoping that it’d help you get over Hyunjin. Not necessarily by getting into Jisung, that wasn’t what you wanted. But just a little extra push to forget about your feelings for your best friend.
Hyunjin’s eyes were nearly popping out of his face as he asked, “So is it like… the actual kiss, then? What, why?”
“Never kissed anyone before.”
“You’re really going to let Han Jisung be your first kiss?”
“You don’t know him that well, Y/N.”
“I barely know anybody here.” You pointed out with another shrug. “Why are you making a big deal out of this?”
“Your first kiss should be with someone you know, and who actually cares about you, and isn’t just some lonely teenage boy who would get affection from a rock if he could.”
“Well if you can find me someone like that within the next—” You looked at your phone again, “one hour and fifty-six minutes, then sure, Han Jisung won’t be my first kiss.”
As you had said that, you looked at him with a newfound fire in your eyes, waiting for him to respond to your challenge. His jaw was clenched, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but decided to close it again, taking a relenting step back.
“Fine,” Hyunjin shook his head, walking back into the venue and managing to disappear his broad form into the crowd.
Your friend’s cold departure from you had left you in a sour mood for all of five seconds before some of the other members of Stray Kids had found you and provided ample distractions from the tears threatening to make an appearance. Never had Hyunjin ever looked so upset or disappointed in you, and it hurt. It really fucking hurt.
You had a feeling that Hyunjin’s members had been able to surmise that something bad had happened, considering you wouldn’t even look in his general direction, a stark contrast from just an hour ago when you were laughing together while his arm had encircled your waist. The ghost of his arm there was still present, and you desperately pressed yourself even further back into the couch you were on to try to rid yourself of it. You really only succeeded in tucking yourself into Seungmin’s side, as you were crammed onto the couch with him and the other maknaes, not including Hyunjin.
Jisung was on your other side, looking very animated as he tried to yell out a story above to the constant loud hum, one that Felix on his other side could apparently understand, as his deep laughs reached your ears. The light tinkling of Jeongin’s laughter brought your attention to your other side, and you felt Seungmin attempting to worm himself off the couch. You scooted closer to Jisung to give him some more room, and when he stood up, you saw that there was a dark brown stain all down the front of his light-colored suit. Realizing that your sudden jolt into his side must have caused him to spill his drink all over himself, you tried to apologize, but he waved you off and disappeared as well.
Now with more space, you scooted back away from Jisung, only by a few millimeters, as the couch was definitely not meant to fit even four people like it was now. As you leaned in to listen to Felix’s addition to the conversation, you felt someone slide in beside and slightly behind you again and were surprised at how quickly Seungmin had returned. But then an arm snaked around your waist and an all-too familiar voice was beside your ear and you knew it wasn’t him.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Hyunjin didn’t have to whisper too much, the room was definitely too loud for anybody further than four inches away to hear anything he was saying. “If you want to fuck Jisung—”
You snapped your head around to hiss incredulously, “I don’t want to fuck him! Jesus Christ, Jinnie, it’s a kiss. I don’t even like him like that, or plan on liking him.”
“Yeah, oh.” You scoffed before softening your features and gently nudging his side affectionately, “Anyway, I forgive you. You were just being a good friend and looking out for me.”
If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he sounded disappointed when you called him your friend. But when he rested his head on yours and your hopeful heart hopped painfully against your ribcage, you reminded yourself that all you were was his friend, and you had to learn how to be happy with just that.
You were standing towards the back of the large mass of people crowded around the huge TV announcing the countdown to the New Year. With Jisung on your left and Hyunjin on your right, you blamed the heat for your sweaty palms instead of the idea of having your first kiss in a very visible place and with a somewhat-random person. It would be just a peck, you had convinced yourself. Not a big deal.
The voices of everyone counting down in unison reverberated through your brain.
Before you could even turn to the boy on your left, you were yanked to the right, a pair of lips descending onto yours in one fluid and firm motion. Hyunijn’s large hands were gripping either side of your face and neck, his body pressing against yours, and his mouth meshing with yours in a way you could only describe as perfect. Your own hands grappled for something to hold onto as your breath was stolen from you, finding a somewhat suitable place clutching desperately onto his shirt.
Finally, Hyunjin deemed it necessary to breathe, moving his face back just a few millimeters from yours, a thin line of spit still connecting you two. You widened the distance, taking a few shaky inhalations as you tried to look anywhere except Hyunijn. Which was difficult considering he took up much of your vision, still being only a couple inches away.
“Oh,” You let out a forced giggle, voice cracking awkwardly as you added, “You missed… again.”
“No I didn’t.” He posited, closing the space between you two again. “There, you had your first kiss with someone who actually cares about you. So if you still want to go kiss Jisung—”
“No.” Shaking your head with determination, you looked him in the eye, “I don’t want to kiss him. Or anyone else…”
“Except me.” Hyunjin finished your implicit statement with a shit-eating grin.
Rolling your eyes, you nodded nonetheless.
“So, are we together, then?”
You pretended to contemplate this for a moment before grabbing his collar and tugging him back down for another kiss, dropping one hand down to lace your fingers with his. Hyunjin grinned into the kiss, squeezing your hand in return.
The very amused voice of Chan startled you into nearly having an aneurysm, “You two might want to stop that before JYP comes by to say Happy New Year’s to everybody.”
You folded your hands politely in front of you, nodding sheepishly as the rest of Stray Kids could only giggle at your being caught. Jisung then whined, “I still didn’t get a New Year’s kiss!”
“Come here, then!” Minho wrapped an arm around the younger boy’s neck, pursing his lips as Jisung tried to get away. The whole group burst into laughter, taking enough attention off you and Hyunjin for him to take your hand in his again.
vaporwave
origamiaround
ellievsbear
tangentwithtanner
kaledo-art
