Stray Kids Oneshots | Fluff and Angst

Minsung | Fluff

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The two boys stood in Minho's room, unsure of what to do. After a long silence, Minho spoke up, "Um.. is there anything, in particular, you want to do?" He asked, the younger shaking his head.

"No, did you have anything in mind?" As soon as Jisung spoke, Minho flushed red in embarrassment, "You do! What is it?"

"It's nothing." He muttered, obviously holding something back.

"Come on, you can tell me! I won't make fun of you or anything if that's what you're worried about." Jisung urged, trying to get the other to make eye contact with him.

Suddenly, Minho felt like he was about to cry, wanting to sink through the floor even though he hadn't even said what it was yet, and Jisung noticed, gasping softly and cupping the older's face with both his hands gently.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"No, i-" he inhaled sharply, "Promise you won't make fun of me..?"

"I would never." Jisung replied without a second thought, giving Minho the time to muster up the courage to tell him what was on his mind.

"Can- can we.." he took a deep breath, "can we paint our nails and braid our hair?" He said in one quick breath, almost a whisper.

Jisung barely heard what he said, the only reason he was able to was because he stood so close. "That's so cute baby, of course we can." He cooed, the older blushing at the pet name.

"You- you don't think it's weird?"

"Of course not," Jisung paused to kiss the elder on his forehead, "I think that's adorable."

Minho felt a wave of relief wash over him, a tear slipping out of his eye. Jisung wiped his tears away with his thumbs, "Why are you crying baby?"

"I-I just... I know I'm supposed to be the dominant one... but- sometimes I just want to feel small, to be held— to be good for someone." He cried, letting Jisung guide him towards the bed and gently pushing him down to lay on his back, staring at him with curious, tear-filled eyes.

He shushed the olders subconscious whimpers as he tried to keep his tears at bay,  laying next to him and opening his arms, "You're already so good for me, it's all right. You can be as small as you want with me."

Minho let himself be held for once, heart-swelling in content at how well he fit into Jisung's arms. They stayed like that for a while.

"Do you still want me to paint your nails?" He asked softly, still holding the slightly taller boy. Minho had thought— hoped he forgot about that, but replying nonetheless.

"Yes please." Again, he spoke in a whisper. He was so embarrassed, knowing Jisung probably found it weird but was just pretending he didn't as to not make him feel bad.

He was always seen as the popular, cool kid at school, never letting his guard down no matter how wrong it felt to him. But Jisung always made him feel like he could be himself, insecurities still getting to him but not eating him alive as they would around anyone else.

Jisung hummed a soft, familiar tune as they sat up, facing each other. "What colour do you want?"

Minho didn't reply, instead reaching over and pulling up a small bag he had stolen from his sister's room, pulling out a mint coloured bottle of nail polish and shyly handing it to the younger.

"Such a pretty colour." Jisung hummed, taking the others hand in his as he began carefully painting his nails.

He was treating Minho like a small child, like he could break any second (he could) and he loved it. Still slightly embarrassed, though, he hid his face in Jisung's neck as the other continued to paint his nails.

By the time Jisung was done, he realised the older had fallen asleep, chuckling softly while he blew lightly on his nails so they wouldn't smudge.

He then lifted him off his shoulder, laying his head down on his pillow and tucking him in.

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