8 Is Fate | Stray Kids x Reader

Summary:

A bad day always either gets worse, or stays the same- it never gets better... right?

(enjoy this long, disgusting, tooth-rotting, gag-worthy, chapter.)

Happy 20th Chapter btw :)

Hyunjin was having a bad day.

No, not bad.

Horrible.

Frustration seeped into his bones, and he knew he shouldn't blame his other soulmates, but he couldn't help the annoyance souring his mood. Everyone was scheming, and while he would love to participate it just felt oddly wrong since he hasn't even met you yet.

He wanted it to be perfect.

Fate was going to give him the most perfect meeting with you.

Too bad perfect takes time.

Grumpy, is the only word Hyunjin could think of to describe his attitude. He was exhausted- when the sky blended from dark and royal colors to warm morning hues, Hyunjin was blending colors of his own. Painting was an itch inside him, and an indescribable urge to create. His mind had been quiet, and as the paint dyed the paper time passed indiscernibly. As the sun softly greeted the artist, he retired to his bed in hopes of resting.

Though not too long after he put his brush down, Hyunjin awoke to a different kind of sunshine. Felix flopped right on top of Hyunjin as the latter groaned.

"I know it's early, but we have dance practice. Minho hyung really wants to get them memorized." His deep voice broke the morning silence.

Dance practice was always grueling, especially for tired idols such as Hyunjin. Dancing was a passion of his- but he was even more passionate about sleep.

Every minute felt like an age and no amount of caffeine was helping. Soon his head was pounding, his chest was heaving, and his body was dripping with sweat. The dancer knew all his soulmates were concerned; he was not oblivious to the way their eyes flicked over to him warily. He understood his performance wasn't near his normal caliber but somehow, he could not find it within himself to care. Hyunjin was sure he was glaring the whole way back to their shared penthouse, his bad mood permeating the air. Then, as he sat with everyone in the living room, he could only describe his mood as posturing. Over what exactly, he wasn't sure. The loves of his life were all grinning, eyes sparkling with delight and faces alight with excitement over their plans and Hyunjin could feel his shoulders relax a little. He loved seeing his boyfriends so happy and he knew he had you to thank.

But fuck, why did he have to be last?

He was not afraid to admit he was a little bit jealous, but he was afraid to admit how anxious he was. It wasn't until Minho glanced at his bouncing leg for a fourth time that Hyunjin decided he had had enough.