Sorry I love you | Stray Kids AU Fanfiction

Worries and cakes

Minho knocked at Hyunjin's door, eager to talk to the latter. He tried his luck with the knob and once again discovered the door was unlocked.

He sighed and searched for the boy when a naked Chan with only his shorts on and a chain around his neck stepped outside the bathroom. Minho widened his eyes and glared at the older in shock.

-Channieeeee! I'm waiting! Hyunjin's whine echoed through the apartment, making Chan even reder.

-What-What's up, Min? Chan laughed awkwardly.

-A lot apparently. Too much to comprehend actually, Minho backed off traumatised. I wanted to invite Hyunjin to the dinner. All of us will be here to welcome Seungmin back from the hospital. You're invited too. So... See ya! Minho ran away to his own apartment under Chan's stunned gaze.

-A dinner? Felix looks confused at Changbin who was wiping the sweat off his shoulders with a towel.

-Yes. All of us! To welcome Seungmin back from the hospital. How does that sound?

-I don't have a choice, do I? Felix shrugged, not sure how to feel about it.

-It'll be alright. Now I have a schedule to catch on. And I still haven't found the other 7 people to sing "Domino" with. And looking out the window I might have to hurry to the car. It will start raining, he grabbed his coat and ran to the exit. Bye, Lix!

The younger waved in silence before staring out the window in fear.

-Rain? he felt a shiver down his spine and reached for his phone only to stare at it for a good amount of time, debating between calling Minho or walking home himself.

Minho called Jisung over to help him prepare the dinner.

To be frank, he had no idea if Jisung could cook more than an omelet, but Chan seemed...busy and Felix was at work. So what options did he really have?

-Dinner? You do remember how the last one ended, right? Jisung raised an eyebrow.

-We must never give up on hope!Minho proclaimed before throwing an apron in Jisung's face. Can you cook steak?

-Huh, Jisung scoffed, almost offended by the question. You're looking at the main chef of the greatest restaurant in New Orleans back in 19- Jisung stopped after realising what he was about to say. I mean... A New Orleans themed restaurant. I worked there when I was 19 years old, he smiled awkwardly.

-Great! Then you'll be in charge. Can you bake? I'm thinking of a cake too.

-To my shame I must admit I haven't mastered the art of pastry.

-So no, Minho sighed. Fine, I'll be making the cake. We should finish in time, he put his apron on.

Jisung noticed he was struggling to tie it behind so he helped, dragging Minho's body closer to his own.

Minho's face caught on fire as he felt Jisung's breath on the back of his neck.

-I may be no baker but I can deal with this cake, he looked down biting his lip.

Suddenly he was attacked with a fist full of flour that coveted his whole face in white.

-No eating before cooking, Minho whiped his hand on his apron.

-Fair enough, Jisung coughed flour.

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-If I jump on the counter right now would you slap me or fuck me? Jisung blurted out since he was so bored.

-What? Minho started laughing.

-I mean... I am the one fucking usually, but if your top would be on the counter would you give him a blow job or try the other way around? It's a really important question for me. I may not be able to sleep tonight if I don't know the answer.

-Oh, I'll make sure you won't sleep, Minho caught Jisung's cheeks and pecked his lips.

-Careful, Min. Cakes aren't supposed to be spicy, he smirked.

-You're a menace, Minho rolled his eyes amused.

-I'm your menace, Jisung sticked out his tongue and winked.

-Back to cooking, please! Minho returned to his serious self.

-Alright alright, Jisung went back to his post, but not before having the last word. Daddy's a good cook, isn't he?

Minho dropped the knives on the counter and took a deep breath before chasing after Jisung through the whole apartment.

-You can't outsmart me in my own house! he ran after the boy and pushed him into the bed, hovering over him.

They were panting, staring into each other's eyes with pure joy and silliness filling their souls.

-I should tape your mouth, Minho said between heavy breaths.

-Kinky, Jisung smiled before bursting into a contagious laughter.

He dragged Minho on top of him and hugged him as his chest struggled to contain the laughter at a steady rhythm.

He was happier than ever. And that scared him. He didn't deserve to feel happiness. Something bad must have been coming for him. Something was about to fall.

After their longer break they went back to work.

As Jisung got lost into cooking, swimming through his dark thoughts that suddenly took over again, Minho had his own struggle that he decided to talk it out.

-Jisung?

-Hmm? the latter hummed in response.

-That Changbin guy... What do you think about him?

-I don't know, Jisung didn't pay attention to the question firstly. I mean he's an idol. He's cool, I guess. Why?

-And as a person? Because I can't let my little brother go out with someone "cool" and that's it.

-Ah, so that's it, Jisung mumbled to himself before deciding to take the discussion seriously. I think Felix, as his fan and choreographer, knows Changbin best. He's also an adult that can decide for himself whether this guy he knows is worthy of his time.

-I know, but... He's my baby brother. I love him to death. I don't want to see him broken-hearted.

-That is also part of life, Minho. The rise and the fall. Both are experiences that wouldn't exist one without the other. You can be protective of him to a certain extent. But don't interfere or take decisions for him.

-You're right, Minho forced a smile. I guess we'll see tonight how these two are, he forced a smile.

Then a thunder stroke and Minho flinched in realization.

-Felix! No no no!

He looked for his phone until he found it under a kitchen towel. 32 messages and 7 lost calls from his little brother.

-Shit! I have to pick him up! Shit shit shit! he took his jacket on and ran to the door before being stopped by Jisung.

-Breathe, Minho! What's going on?

-Felix... He's scared of the thunder. I've always been with him while raining this hard. He needs me...

-I'll go, Jisung snatched the umbrella from the hanger under Minho's shocked eyes.

-But he needs me...

-I'll handle it. You have to frost a cake. Trust me with this, alright?

-Are- Are you sure? Minho asked worried.

-Your brother is safe with me, Minho, Jisung said dead serious. I'll call if anything happens.

Minho bit his tongue and nodded, knowing arguing with Jisung would had been an endless fight with no winner.