small drabble i did for my friend about jisung! the prompt was 'death'
content: humour!! gn!reader, fishing, jisung bein a fuckin moron, kinda proofread
word count: .4kish
warnings: fish? lmao
"is it dead?"
"i dunno. "
"should i poke it...?"
you stand in front of the seemingly dead pufferfish on the ground, waves gently pushing it to roll around in the foam and sand. it's puffers are standing to attention with it's empty eyes staring back at you, all slimy and round. you grimace at the fish, your top lip curling upwards. you can't seem to turn your gaze, eyes locking with the round ones looking back at you. you're entranced.
"is it dead?"
"i dunno. "
"should i poke it...?"
you hear jisung rustle on the ground next to you, picking up a stick with some strands of seaweed on the end. jisung pouts his lips before taking in a deep breath. he's like a statue, stone couldn't be as still. his navy vest just hanging off of him, slightly blowing in the breeze.
after a long pause, he speaks fast. "i'm gonna poke it."
"wait -- maybe it's alive?"
"could be, i'll just... yeah." jisung sucks his lips to his teeth, hesitantly pressing the stick to it's bloated belly.
the fish makes a small puffing noise in protest, eliciting a high pitched scream from jisung. you both jump back as he leaves you to fend for yourself, his screams fading into the sea air as he runs.
"ahh! it's fucking alive." he screeches, hands flailing at the situation, frowning and faced scorned, "ew ew ew ew!"
you stare at him for a second, letting out a haggard breath. "the fuck is wrong with you?"
"you said we should poke it!" he flails blaming you, hands gesturing to the fish jumping as he jumps up and down. the poor damn pufferfish, now alert and deflating.
you pull in a a shocked gasp, frowning at your boyfriend, "that was you! you grabbed the stick!" the audacity on this one never failed to surprise you.
he says nothing back at you for a moment, lips curled down and shivering for a final time. "i hate fish."
you tut in is direction, walking over beside him. he stares at you with wide eyes, smiling thinking he's gotta away with it. he pouts his lips comically, waiting for a kiss. before he can even lean in, your hand collides with the side of his bare arm, a slap echoing in the air.
he pulls in his bottom lip, shocked at your actions, his hand rubbing his bicep, "what was that for!?
you sigh, hands on your hips. "it was your idea to come fishing."
"my bad."