Stray Kids one shots || honeyndwild

Seungmin | cold fingertips

Hugging in the bed, face to face, your hands dancing under his hoodie, sending millions of goosebumps up and down his spine

Nuzzle the face in his chest. He can fight it as much as he wants, tell you he doesn't like it, doesn't want it, doesn't need it. But for you, he's an open book, and you read it slowly, with pleasure.

Nuzzle your face in his chest and scoot a little closer. Hear him snorting. Feel it with the top of your head, how he rolls his eyes but still slides his hand around your back in return. Loosely, but it's better than nothing.

Count the hoodie wrinkles on his chest. One, two, three and then, four, right above his heart. Feel the pulse, the rhythm with which it beats under your fingers. And hear him sigh contentedly in your hair.

Start playing against the rules. Pretend to hug his waist, but move the hands lower, catching the hem of his hoodie in your fingers.

"What are you trying to do?"

You're being caught, but smiling at that innocently, kissing him curtly in his chin, "Nothing."

"Don't play with me, y/n," with a smile that brightens his whole face.

And he dares to say he sees you only as a friend... What a liar.

"You are the one playing with me," shrugging, pouting, pretending to be insulted.

"How?"

"By saying you don't have feelings for me," smiling, happy to expose, to corner him like that.

"I don't—"

But he's stopped mid-sentence. Interrupted without a shame. Frozen on the spot while your cold fingertips slide under his hoodie and trace the skin on his back.

"Kim Seungmin, you're a liar," not triumphantly, just casually, stating the facts.

"If I'm yours I don't care," honestly, quietly, admitting the truth.