STRAYKIDS ONE SHOTS

MinSung | Work Of Art

   Quietly the four boys sat on a bench—in the middle of a random art museum they'd found online—and stared at the painting, hanging on the wall in front of them.

   "It looks just like you." The oldest—Minho—spoke up, pointing at Seungmin. "You do know that that are two literal dogs, right Hyung?" The boy replied, a dumbfounded expression painting his face.

   Jisung burst out laughing—soon followed by the youngest—as they watched the scene unfold. The two singers were "quietly" running in circles, Seungmin desperately trying to catch the older one that had called him an animal—a cute one, but that didn't matter.

"Yah, be quiet you two!" "Respect your Hyungs!"

   The day went on and as the four singers, rappers and dancers walked through the halls of the museum, yet a particular blonde felt lonely.

   Han tried not to get jealous as the other three laughed at a painting together, as Minho and Jeongin took photos and as Seungmin annoyed the oldest, but he just felt like he was invisible. Han really tried to not get jealous—and annoyed—but as the others continued having fun, he could literally feel himself disappear.

   It scared him, but it's nothing that hasn't happened before. If he wasn't his loud, usual self things like this often took place. He wouldn't be in control of his body anymore, just quietly follow wherever the others went, only when someone talked to him, he'd suddenly gain control again.

   Unfortunately, that was exactly what was happening right now and the other's didn't seem to notice his lack of words—nor movement. They were so caught up in their own world, that they probably forgot he was even there.

Was he even real?

   He sighed internally, watching as the younger two posed for a picture and Minho held his phone tight. They didn't even bother asking if he wanted to join.

   Jisung slowly felt the need to cry out. His throat was screaming at him to let the tears fall, yet he tried his best to blink them away. His jaw was tense and hands in fists, he needed to relax.

♬

   Minho glanced at the younger standing next to him as he snapped a picture. "Hannie, do you want to join?" The boy looked on edge and it was making him feel weird, were that tears in his eyes? They looked glossy. . .

   The brunette quickly shook his head, "No, it's fine." He replied, but Minho knew better than that. "C'mon, join. Stays'll be sad if they don't get their Hanji content." He insisted, trying to lighten his mood through the mention of their fans.

   With a sigh, he joined in, standing next to Seungmin as the oldest repeatedly counted to three.

   He tried his best to look funny—happy as if he was enjoying himself—but the bees flying around in his stomach made him feel uneasy, throughout all the time spent out. Any of these pictures could end up being published and he didn't want to worry anyone, mainly because there wasn't anything to worry about.

     "I think we're good." Minho eventually voiced out, coming to a halt as he stopped taking photos. "Look, this one's cute." He said with a small smile lingering on his lips, as he showed the two youngest one of the many pictures they took.

   Jisung stood still, watching as the three exchanged words and stared in awe. What if he looked weird? Were they quietly making fun of- He quickly shook the thoughts out of his head. They were his band mates, they'd never.. right?