Minsung Oneshots

Power Outage

"Damn it, Hyunjin! Stop screaming everytime you got blasted!" Seungmin whined on the couch, playfully kicking the long-haired blonde's back who was seated on the ground.

Changbin snickered as he tapped on the game console button profusely, his character showing off its martial arts skills on the TV screen.

Jeongin squinted his eyes to see the rating score labeled at the top right.

"Seems like Changbin is winning." He sneaked a glance at Hyunjin's reaction, only to see the latter with a pout.

"Stop! No! Changbin, I swear, have mercy on me." Hyunjin pleaded, eyes still glued at his own character who was repeatedly kicked in the face. 

The way their cheers would've triggered their neighbors to file in a noise complaint when Changbin won the game battle, with Hyunjin whining in the corner.

"Alright, Hyunjin, I won fair and square. Now pay up!" The winner extended his hand, smirking.

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Jisung, who was in his room, didn't join in the fun though. Even though he was very tempted to ditch his current progress of composing a new song, the boy didn't wish to further drag his work.

Adjusting his glasses, the boy plugged in his headphones to block out the noise outside.

It was working as Jisung was already absorbed into his song-composing.

Just as the male wanted to add more touch-ups, everything suddenly turned pitch black.

That caught Jisung off guard, as he tried to adjust his eyes to the sudden darkness that consumed everything, however it was no use.

He started to panic, with hands frantically skimming over the desk in search of his phone.

The only thing he could hear very well was the ruckus happening outside of his room, especially the voice of Changbin, Hyunjin, and Felix's high pitched screaming.

If they didn't get a noise complaint earlier, this would have definitely done the trick.

"What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING"

"You're lucky I can't see anything or else I would have already slapped you."

"I'M BLIND, FUCK."

"STOP STEPPING ON ME. I CANNOT BREATHE."

"Everyone, calm down. I'll get the candles and torch lights."

"Use your fucking brain cells please. Just turn on your phones' torch."

It took a while for Jisung to trudge towards his door, thanks to his messy laundry on the floor and the darkness.

Thankfully, he didn't have to move further ahead and accidentally trip because the door was kicked open with full force, revealing the latter's boyfriend, Minho, who held a torch in his hand.

"Jisung, you okay?" The guy pulled him into a hug, brushing his blue hair in the process.

The sweet concern in Minho's voice managed to pull a smile on Jisung's face. The smaller leaned further into his touch, arms automatically wrapped around Minho's torso.

"I'm okay." He assured gently.

Jisung then broke into a fit of giggles when his eyes landed on the door handle, which seemed to be out of its original place.

"You broke the door, by the way."

"Serves you right for always locking it."

"Chan's not going to like this."