Stray Kids Oneshots

💜Heaven (Minchan)

This isn't based on a song or anything. I just noticed that I hadn't written any soft Minchan stories here, so I wanted to do that. This one is really short (less than 1k), but I don't think it needs to be any longer.

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The wind was beating like crazy on the window outside as the storm continued to cover the city with darkness and rain violently. I could see the people on the street below running for shelter, hiding under bus stops, looking for a storefront to cover them, or finding the closest person to hold them. I liked storms, but I didn't like how loud they were. The dark and the rain were fine, but the thunder was what got me shaking in fear. I knew that thunder couldn't hurt me, but the lightning that came after could. The thunder was the warning sign for the possible oncoming danger, just like Scottish bagpipes warned enemies that their end was near. I don't like bagpipes either.

I felt a feather-light tap on my shoulder, which startled me out of my thoughts. I turned around, seeing the very familiar and soft face of my fiance. He had a delicate smile pulling at his lips which I returned.

"I made hot chocolate," he offered, holding a white coffee mug in front of him, steam wafting into the air from the hot beverage. He had his hand on the mug itself rather than the handle, which made me wince internally.

I started to grab the mug by the handle before I asked, "Doesn't that hurt?"

I blew softly on the drink before placing it to my lips, taking a small sip so as not to burn my mouth. He softly sat down next to me on the bench, trying his best not to spill his own drink before looking at me with the most beautiful look I'd ever seen. Every look that he gave me was the most beautiful, though, because he was always the closest thing you could get to perfect in my eyes. "It's just a little warm," he chuckled lightly, taking a sip from his cup.

I hum in response, turning my head to continue looking out the window. Watching people from above was always interesting. Ants. That's what they looked like. They looked like tiny ants going about their day and fulfilling their duties. I could feel Minho's stare on the back of my neck, making me smile a little.

I turned back to him, looking directly into his eyes which didn't waver from mine. My gaze wandered all over his face, taking in his features one by one. His eyes, sharp and cat-like, his nose that looked like it was sculpted to rival those of the Roman gods, his lips that were as soft and rosy as they looked. He was perfect.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He teased once he saw my eyes scanning his face. He had a playful tone that matched the sly smile that took place on his lips.

"Very much so."

He chuckled, his gaze not leaving me. "I'm glad. I'm enjoying my view as well."

I shook my head and lowered my eyes from the comment, secretly loving the cheesy comment. It was at moments like this that I loved life, and I wanted nothing to change. All the hardships that I had gone through, every time I wanted to give up, it was all worth it to be sitting in this house with this man that I loved so very much and had such intimate and soft moments with. It was all worth it.

"I heard the storm is going to roll over soon, so I don't think there's going to be any thunder if you're worried about that," he mentioned, now looking out the rain-covered window.

I nodded my head, liking the news he just told me. "That's good." I once again turned my head to glance out the window, still watching the people run around the sidewalks and streets. Lots of them hadn't found any shelter yet. Some people had given up and accepted the rain, taking it in with all the love and joy they could muster. It was fascinating to watch, seeing the different reactions to the rain. While some wanted to avoid it at all costs, others embraced it.

I could turn it into a melodious metaphor about life and how sometimes we have to accept the good and the bad, and there would be no good without the bad. But sometimes, things should be simple. And this was one of those times that I wanted it just to be simple. I didn't want it to be a fancy metaphor; I didn't want it to be something larger than it was. I wanted it just to be as it was: people running around in the rain.

Minho snaked an arm around my waist, bringing me in closer to him. I leaned into the touch, feeling safe in his grasp. My head found its place on his shoulder, which was settled at the perfect height. I took another small sip of the drink in my hands, feeling the warmth run through my body, settling in my stomach.

This was nice. This was heaven.