Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

grounded ; han jisung

first person

genre: fluff

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Studying.

Literally the thing that everyone hates the most. Well, not everyone, but most of us surely don't want to study calculus.

Especially in the middle of winter break.

I sighed, flipping the page of my Mathematics textbook as I scribble down notes and various formulas, my fingers clutching my black pen tightly. Sighing again, I closed my book shut and looked into my drawers filled with sample problems with regards to calculus.

Ew.

I looked out of the window and saw soft snow gracefully falling from the sky. My window was hazy and a misty blur, and I so badly wanted to go out of the house and jump into the snow, play like a little kid, make snowmen, snow angels, and spend time with my boyfriend Jisung, instead of being stuck with a couple papers and Math.

I would rather spend the entire break at my boyfriend's studio apartment, cuddled up next to him while we binge watch movies and eat lots of food, but my lovely parents took my phone away, turned the Wi-Fi off, and made me study for the rest of the break. They said I needed to 'improve my Maths' although I'm pretty sure I'm smarter than my brother.

Only for a little bit.

So, long story short, I couldn't access the social media or even contact my friends or even Jisung. My parents said I could only use the house phone downstairs for emergencies.

Ugh.

I stood up, pushed the chair out of my desk and walked out of the warmth of my bedroom, only to find my brother Chan, standing in front of me with his curly hair disheveled.

"Hey, mom and dad are going out for some business meeting, and I'm going to JYP Building for recording, so you've got the whole house to yourself," he glared at me for a split second, "don't burn the entire house."

I rolled my eyes, "As if I'll throw a party without you."

He smiled and patted my head, ruffling my hair in the process, "That's my (Y/N). I have to go now, see you later," Chan smiled, his dimple showing, before walking away.

I closed my door and fixed my hair, and when I turned around to face my room I saw the same, old, messy bedroom, Maths activities still undone, my bedroom window open with the curtains pushed to the side, and a grinning Jisung in his winter clothes—

Wait, Jisung?

"Aren't you even going to greet me?" he says, pouting slightly.

I giggled and closed my door, locking it in the process before running up to him, my arms wound around his neck as he balances the both of us, his arms wrapped around my waist as his angelic chuckles fill my ears. Then, I felt his lips on top of my head.

"I missed you," he says.

"I missed you too," I buried my head on his chest, smelling the faint scent of his cologne, "you have no idea how much I want to use my savings to buy another phone just to call you."

Jisung pulled away, looking at me as if I had gone mad. "Babe, you have a house phone downstairs, right? And I made sure you memorized my number."

"That's the problem," I sighed. "My parents can track down the number so they'll know it's you."

Realization dawned on his face as I giggled and pecked his lips. "You're so adorable," I say.

Just before he could say anything more, three knocks were heard from the door and I quickly pushed Jisung under my bed, straightening my outfit and making sure that he was well hidden before tending to the door.

As I opened it, I saw Chan.

"Hey, I forgot to mention. Jisung might drop by here later tonight, he'll keep you company," he smiled. "I'll go now this time, for real. I just thought I have to check up on you."

I giggled, "No need, I'm perfectly fine. Thanks, Chan."

"No problem," with that, he left.

I locked the door again, but didn't let Jisung come out of his hiding place until I made sure that Chan really is leaving. And when I saw his form coming out of the house and into the streets, I watched my brother, making sure that he's out of my eyesight before letting my boyfriend out.

He let out a huge puff of air before blinking his big, brown eyes, "Wow. I really thought I was going to die under there."

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up. You're overexaggerating."

"That's because it's really true."

I sighed, it was no use talking to him since he's the most stubborn person I have ever met on the face of the planet.

"Anyways, what brings you here? I thought you were at JYP to record some stuff?" I ask him, sitting back on the wooden chair and adjusting the brightness of my lamp.

Jisung walked around my bedroom and sat on my bed, his legs propped on top of the mattress as he shifted comfortably. Soon he was laying on his side as he looked directly at me.

"I finished early. Plus, I wanted to see my girlfriend. Is there something wrong with that?" he feigned offense and I laughed, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at him, which he caught effortlessly.

"I never said anything was wrong."

"Alright, alright," he says, "you win."

I stuck my tongue out at him and returned to studying.

At least I have him with me. Now I don't have to be on a date with a freaking calculus.

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Math is a very tiring subject—it is a fact everyone knows about. It's very tiring that I never noticed I have fallen asleep on top of the scratch papers I used for computations.

Opening my eyes, I forced my drowsy self to get up. On instinct, I looked to the side where my bed was located, and Jisung was nowhere to be found. I looked around my bedroom, but there was no sign of my boyfriend.

I stood up, walking over to the window sill and opening the curtains only to find the window safely shut, the glass still covered in thick mist.

Dragging my feet back to my desk, I sat down on my bed and saw a glass of orange juice and a sandwich neatly placed on the side of the table, with a bright pink post-it note taped to the glass.

Picking it up, I scanned the words.

Aaaaand Mrs. Han fell asleep. Don't worry, you still look so cute with your eyes closed. I made you these so you won't have to bother making one. Don't stress yourself out too much, I love youuuuu! Fighting!

- 지성이

I smiled at his dorky message and kept the piece of paper inside my drawer. And just before I could grab my snack, my door swung open.

I could've sworn I locked it before I fell asleep.

My mom was in view, with a bag of chips in her hands and a few cookies. She entered and handed me the food, smiling at how I finished my homework in just a little amount of time.

"Good job, (Y/N). Oh, you made yourself a drink and a snack?" she asked, looking at the sandwich.

I could only nod as I smirk in the back of my head.

Only if you knew, mom.

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