Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

host no. 8 ; han jisung

first person

genre: fluff

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I was sat on the couch of the music room while playing some game on my phone, waiting for my first date on my last day. Humming a happy tune, I placed my phone back in my pocket and waited for my second to the last date.

"(Y/N)-ah?" I heard a voice call out cautiously. Whipping my head to the side, I saw Jisung's head peeking out of the door of the practice room, smiling shyly.

I smiled and waved at him. "Hi Jisung."

"Annyeong, are you ready for our date?" he comes out of his hiding place and smiles widely at me, and I giggle at his cuteness, my eyes scanning his chubby cheeks and doe eyes.

"Yeah. Let's go." I say, standing up and holding his hand as we make our way out of the music room.

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It was already seven in the morning when we got to the location of out date so many people are out, either making their way to school or work or home.

After a short walk around Myeongdong and small shopping and food trip here and there, Jisung and I finally arrived at the local park, still hand in hand.

Several people rode around on their bicycles, joggers running past other people as they exercise attentively, and the sound of the laughter of happy children playing around filled the air as the both of us strolled past a flower field.

"What would the lady like to do first?" Jisung quips, tightening his grip around my hand as he gives me a gentle smile.

"What do you suggest?" I ask, looking deep into his gorgeous eyes.

"Come this way then." he says, guiding my hand as we walk along the asphalt pathway.

As we took slow strides, I took the time to admire Jisung's features. His dark orbs, chubby yet prominent cheeks, defined nose, sharp jawline, fine complexion, and his cute little lips that seems so good to taste-

Stop it, (Y/N).

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We arrived at an ice cream stand and ordered two mint chocolate chip ice creams, with Jisung paying for both our desserts. I insisted to pay for it, but he just smiled and politely rejected my offer, saying that he's the guy, so he has to pay.

Damn it. All he did was to smile and I give in.

I shook my head to myself and finished the last bits of my ice cream, walking along the park aimlessly, with my hand linked in between Jisung's large hand, his occasionally squeezing mine.

"How was the ice cream?" he asks, looking at me with a smile.

"Amazingly yummy. Wow, that rhymed. I should be a songwriter." I say, laughing at my own joke.

Jisung laughs. "That was actually pretty funny (Y/N), despite the countless times I have heard that line."

I pouted, "You're just saying that so I won't feel bad."

He then smiled cheekily, the corners of his lips turning upward as his eyes turn into little crescent moons, "Maybe."

I faked a gasp and my hand flew to my chest dramatically, feigning shock. "You insolent son of a monster! You have lowered my standards and badly damaged my pride!"