Kpop Oneshots Part TWO

8: Stray Kids: Minsung

i trudge through the apartment, blinking away tears. today wasn't the best day. woke up feeling sick. got yelled at at work. stressed out over an exam. i just wanted to lie down.

i fall onto my bed, hearing soft music coming from the shower. at least minho was home. my wonderful roommate. the only person who made me feel like i wasn't a maniac.

a few tears ended up falling out. my throat ached from being so upset. i tried my best to relax, but i couldn't. the headache hurt too much.

a small knock. i lift my head, glancing over to my opened door. minho stands there with a towel around his waist.

"you okay?"

i let my head bury back into my pillow. i hum.

"i'll be right back, hannie."

and i wait. we both had our bad days. we both comforted one another. we weren't dating, no. i love him. he loves me. we never discussed a relationship. i was okay with that. it was mutual. we were there for one another, whether it was when we were horny or when we were sobbing our eyes out.

we met online. i wanted to get out of my parents house. he was searching for a roommate. it was perfect. he wasn't crazy. i'm not too crazy. the perfect pair.

we've never gotten into an argument. we've never upset one another. we always say the right things. we always know the line. it's always been like that. we've been living together for over a year.

if he went out, he brought back food. if i went out, i brought back snacks. we shared everything. we didn't care if someone wanted to drink another person's juice or something. i had to share when i lived with my parents, why would it bother me now?

my bed creaks when he sits on it. his hand rubs my back gently, scratching over my lower area.

"wanna talk about it?"

"i woke up sick, got yelled at at work, stressed out over an exam. it's just been a bad day." my voice was muffled, but he understood.

"are you hungry?"

"are you really asking me that?"

"i'll order something. you wanna stay in here? we can watch some movies."

"can we go to your room?"

"of course. the remote for my lights is on my desk. whatever lighting will make you happy."

i smile into the soft material. i love him a lot.

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i click through the different LED lights. blue was too powerful. green was too much. red was not the right mood. purple was too dark. white was a big no.

i settled on pink. it wasn't heavy. it made me feel lighter, actually. it's crazy to think how colors can change someone's mood.

minho comes in a few minutes later with two waters. "here. i ordered some noodles from the place down the street. what movie?"

"avengers. that okay?"

"yeah, i like those movies. is it the first one?"

"mhm."

he crawls on the bed, sitting in the corner since his bed was pushed against the wall. he tugs my shirt, making me smile. i scoot up, letting him hug me from behind. so warm.

"comfy?" i ask.

"yeah. you?"

"yeah."

the movie starts. we stop it ten minutes later to get the food. it was quick. we laid out the food and i held onto it. i gave a bite to him. i ate some myself. sharing is caring.

soon enough, the food trays are stacked on top of his nightstand. he shuffles down so we're in more of a laying position. his hand is on my waist, gently rubbing it with his thumb. it's nice.

he always made my days better. the only time he couldn't was when my day had been ruined because of my family. i locked myself in my room. even he couldn't help me escape my blood relatives.

when i had come out, he was by my side. i never told him about it. he never asked. he understood, and i was grateful.

"close your eyes," he whispers. he noticed how i was falling asleep. it was late already.

i pucker my lips, looking drowsily at him. he pecks them, but i frown. he rolls his eyes playfully. he leans down again, capturing my lips with his. it was sweet and needed. he was my serotonin.

"thanks."

"shh. sleep."

i nod, closing my eyes. his hand stayed in place, holding me against him. no matter how close we were, i always wanted to be closer.

"hold me tighter."

his right arm slides under my head so he could be more comfortable. his left arm wraps itself around my torso, pulling me close.

that felt better.