Minsung Oneshots

Opposites Attract

"Minho! MINHO! MINHO!!"

"WHAT?!"

"Thank fucking God, finally!"

"What the hell is your problem Hyunjin?!" Minho yelled tiredly, as he stomped down the stairs, an angry air evident around him.

"Can't even get a moment of peace with these brats!" Minho grumbled to himself, pissed as could be. "I guess it's just the perks that come with being the leader of a mafia base filled with comedians instead of trained killers...."

Yeah, that's right. Minho was the leader of one of the biggest mafia bases in Korea. Straykids. That was the name of his base. People liked to joke that it was because his group basically consisted of "stray" kids, which is sort of true considering the homeless, childish behaviours of Hyunjin, Felix and Seungmin, the members in his team. Hyunjin, really, actually. The other two were still bearable.

A little history. Minho had started this base about three years back, and had almost immediately, made enemies. See, there was another mafia base, older than Minho's, better than Minho's. Charmer. That was the name.

And while the latter himself originally decided to keep a friendly distance from them, Bang Chan, the leader took matters up in his own hands and, long story short, the two bases became the biggest rivals in Korea within a span of six months. Probably less.

Sometimes, on the rare quiet nights the dorm happened to achieve, Minho wondered what it was in him that had made Chan so worked up to declare a rivalry. It wasn't like he knew Minho was slowly going to start beating him in every field.

More often than not Minho wouldn't even bother wracking his brain for the answers, instead lulling himself to sleep with the savage satisfaction that no matter how many times Charmer had tried to sabotage/defeat/kill/disembowel/outshine Straykids, the tables had turned.

Apart from this, there was another thought that had quite often occurred to the dark haired man.

Soulmates.

In Minho's world,  people would get their "soulmate tattoo" by 18. The tattoo would be black and white until they met their soulmate, ehich was when it would flare into colour.

Minho knew that their world had soulmates, and though it was a weird, unpredictable and quite commonly misleading and movie like concept, it was real. Minho would hear people talk about soulmates as if it were the best thing that had happened in their lives. As if their lives were complete with their other half in them. As if finding and clicking with their soulmates was a piece of cake, all rainbows and sunshines. As if all the dark, gloomy days they had gone through had been glossed over smoothly with sweet nothings and kisses.

But not everyone knew the darker aspects of this..... lifestyle. Not everyone clicked perfectly with their soulmate. Not everyone's lives were rainbows and sunshines and a bed full of roses with the thorns clipped.

Some people had it worse. A bed full of the clipped thorns, if you wanted it figuratively. Not everyone's soulmates accepted them, and not everyone had the strength to survive through that pain.

Minho's parents for instance. From the outside the boy's family looked perfect, his parents were couple goals for all the new soulmates and everyone praised him for how lucky he was to get parents like his. Minho would smile, bow and nod along to their concerns, as his mind's eye conjured up a picture of his family that was a stark contrast to what the people in his neighbourhood thought.

While the outsiders shot heart eyes and made shallow, half hearted comments about Minho, acting as if they knew his whole life from the time he was in diapers, it wasn't very difficult for Minho to see through the thin veil that covered his broken family.