StrayKids OneShots 🍓🫧💫 (DISCONTINUED)

Who's he?- Minsung fluff (pt 1)

Part 1

Minho was just getting ready for his next class, fixing his collar in the crusty ahh bathroom mirror. He makes a "kaching" and finger guns to himself, winking. He unlocks the door, almost bumping into Jisung. 'Get out of my way.' He spits, purposefully bumping his shoulder and strutting away. 'MINHO!! PLEASE SLOW DOWN!!' Jisung's ran, huffing behind him. 'What? What do you want Squirrel?' Jisung shot him an angry look. 'First, I'm no rodent, second, rude, and third I need you to do some of the project or were both failing,'

Minho rolls his eyes with a mocking smirk. 'Oh no, mister straight A's can't fail one eetsy-beetsy project,' he waives his hands around dramatically. 'Minho this is 20 percent of our grade!?! Please come back!!' Jisung asks with a hint of desperation. 'Alright so..' minho flicks out a few wads of cash from his pocket. 'How much do you want? Will 20 bucks shut you up?'

'I can't believe you're doing this Minho.' Seungmin scoffs as they walk down a deserted hallway. 'I don't have a choice, Min. The teacher is hot on my trail and if I don't prove that I helped she'll fail me.' Minho explains. 'Have you tried bribing them?' The younger boy asks. Minho nods. 'Both of them. Didn't work.' They turn a corner. 'Better get going, good luck!!' Seungmin yells, running off to the exit.

Minho was waiting under the overcast sky, leaning on a light pole. The cold of the metal hissed on his skin. 'Finally..' he huffs as his phone rings. His driver pulled in and picked him up. 'You're late.' He spits. 'Sorry sir, I was stuck in traffic-'

'I don't care for your excuses. You inconvenienced me. That's fourteen minutes of my life I will never get back.'

He knew he was being cold and harsh but he honestly couldn't care less. The drivers feeling was none of his concern. His phone rings again, this time it's Jisung's number that he saved earlier. 'Hey Minho.' Jisung's cheery voice called through the speaker. 'Hi.' Minho replies cooly. 'Are you coming? I've been waiting for a while now..' Jisung asks. 'Then keep waiting. I'm on my way now.'

Not half an hour later they had arrived at the library. Minho steps out of the sleek black car, wrapping his blazer tight around himself as the winter air blows. He walks under the grey sky, his leather shoes padding against the damp concrete. His hands seek warmth, creeping into his pants pockets.

Minho is let in through a tall, revolving door into a library with towering shelves in all directions. He struts towards the private room he had booked. He slides open the frosted glass door, revealing Jisung who was sat comfortably on a swiveling chair. 'Heyyy!!' He jumps up to hug the boy. Minho stumbles, taking a step back, not even taking his hands out of his pockets. 'Are we going to get started?'

The two worked on their project, adding, cropping and editing until is was perfect. 'You did great, I'm sure we'll get a good grade on this.' Jisung smiles in celebration. 'Yeah, whatever.' Minho scoffs. 'Not like I need to get into college anyway.' Despite wanting to argue, Jisung decides otherwise, knowing that no one wins an argument with Minho. 'I know we're both tired, d'you wanna go get some coffee or something?'

Soft jazz played indistinctly in the background of the cozy cafe. The walls as floors were tiles with glossy, dark wood. Yellow-tinted lights hung off the ceiling, illuminating the whole place. Soft armchairs sat between round tables. Minho walks confidently to the cashier. 'Jisung, order.' He gently folds open Jisungs fingers, slotting one of his many credit cards, then folding the boys fingers back closed. 'Take care of this..' His stare intensifies into Jisung's eyes. 'And yourself. I'll be right back.'