skz oneshots

minsung - studio stress

T/W : mommy kink, fluff, tiny angst

minho's phone rung in his backpack pocket. the vibrations were so soft he couldn't tell it was ringing.

he was on his way to chan and jisung who had holed themselves up in their studio for the past seven hours. and minho was mad.

the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. marching out, with a white bag of food and armed with another bag of a change of clothes, he burst into the room.

it was a sight to see.

chan was in a dark corner slouching in a black hoodie, eyes glued to his dim computer screen.. his cap was covering most of his face, but his curls stuck out at the back.

jisung was hunched over, a bendy lamp lit over his flurry of papers scattered on his sleek desk. he was muttering lyrics under his breath, nodding and then noting it down.

none of them noticed minho had entered, the headphones over their ears really doing their job.

minho huffed, annoyed and very worried about those two. light flooded the room as he turned it on, chan immediately looking up to see who came in. whereas, jisung was unbothered.

"what are you doing here?" chan asked, taking off his headphones and stretching his crooked arms. (this is straight. this is not straight.)

minho set down the bags and hugged chan tight. "what am I doing here? what are you guys still doing here? its so freaking late and you both," he said, taking off jisung's headphones so he could get a scolding too, "said you wouldn't do this again."

"well, there's always a lot of work, you of all people know that an-"

minho was astounded. "chan hyung, you cannot even try to make excuses. we've had enough fucking comebacks, just relax." chan looked down, rubbing his hand over his face as an attempt to shake himself out of sleep deprivation. "and i'm pretty sure you've got songs ready to be released until 2056 on that laptop of yours.

minho pointed at the bags, "food and clothes. go."

chan nodded, took the clothes and some food, saying thank you, and waddled out of the room.

"and you, han jisung." the said boy looked up at minho with red eyes and a blank face.

minho sighed. he just wanted to take care of his baby, but he was holed up here.

"why didn't you call or text me? i know you get super stressed up here, take breaks every now and then, sungie." he said, caressing his cheek.

jisung leaned into his touch. he got up and hugged minho. minho kissed his head, running his hands through his soft locks of hair.

"my jisungie is so precious, yeah?"

he nodded relaxing his head on his chest. minho sat him on the sofa, helping him undress.

"i-i'm sorry .." he mumbled, his voice cracking a little, as his top slipped off.

minho hummed, pulling him close and rubbing his back. "don't apologize, just don't do it again, m'kay?"

"m'sorry mama!" he cried, wrapping his arms around minho's waist and sobbing.

minho was surprised for a split second before launching into mommy mode. "hey sungie," the older got down and sat next to him, sliding a blanket around his boyfriend. jisung's bottom lip wobbled, eyes glossing over as he tried not to cry anymore.

"breathe for me first." minho whispered, holding jisung's hands and taking deep inhales and exhales. he copied minho, his breaths shaky.

"baby, I'm not mad or upset with you at all. I was just worried about you because you've been here for too long." minho kissed his cheek, smiling at him as an attempt to cheer him up.

jisung pouted and leaned onto his chest again and let out a soft whine.

minho smiled as he helped him put on a soft hoodie. jisung wiggled onto his lap and laid on him, his breaths now soft and slow.

they both relaxed in the moment of closeness but minho's baby had to eat.

"sungie, come on, lets eat now, okay?" he said, patting his bum.

"kay."

minho sat him on the couch and took out his portion of food, and gave it to him. he sat next to him, stroking his hair and softly massaging his back as jisung quietly ate.

"sung, i'm going to get some drinks, wait here." minho stood up, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

jisung opened his mouth to protest but minho was gone already. he huffed, missing his boyfriend's presence and touch. he felt tears form in his eyes after a couple of minutes and minho wasn't back yet.

the door opened and chan stepped through the doorway, a teary jisung catching his eye.

"hey, ji, everything okay?"

"m-minho went to g-get drinks, but i w-want him back.." he whimpered. chan wanted to coo at the younger who looked adorable with his cheeks stuffed with food but he knew it would just make him mad.

chan sighed and sat next to him, letting jisung lean on his broad ass shoulders. "minho will be back soon ji." the older tickled his tummy, "don't worry."

jisung giggled, almost choking on his food. chan jumped into dad mode and patted his back, kind of smacking it.

"ow! OW HYUNG STOP!" jisung yelled, swallowing the rice. chan laughed sheepishly, "sorry ji, i thought you were going to die.."

the younger sighed and snuggled back onto chan, a tiny smile on his face.

a couple of minutes later, minho entered the room to see two sleeping members. he sighed and shook them awake. 

minho picked up their bags and led them down to the car and drove them home, both of them returning to their cuddle pose in the backseat.

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jisung wiggled closer over to minho, closing any gap between them. 

minho's eyes fluttered open, feeling constant shuffling around him. he saw jisung sitting up, hair all messy and looking very annoyed.

"baby, why you up? its like 2am right now." he muttered, propping himself up.

jisung huffed in annoyance, smacking his fist onto the pillow. "i can't fucking sleep."

"sung, what do you mean? you seemed pretty tired earlier." minho said, clasping his hands around jisung's. the boy looked at him with round, sleepy eyes.

"want to be closer to you."

minho immediately understood and took off both their tops. jisung liked to feel minho as much as he could, which included having skinship in their sleep. it helped him relax, knowing his boyfriend was there.

jisung crawled into his arms, head laying peacefully on his chest. minho rubbed soft circles onto his stomach to ease him and slowly fall asleep.

"love you forever min."

"mm, love you too sung."