Stray Kids Oneshots Collection (Smut & Fluff)

12 ¦ Cover Me

Ship: Hyunjin / Seungmin

Words: 2,691

Summary: Hugging Hyunjin is nice, feels familiar. In fact, he falls asleep just like this. He wants to last this forever, just the two of them hugging softly.

And he wakes up just as peaceful. Seungmin wakes up with the sight of Hyunjin drooling on his shirt, his hair all messy. It's cute, he admits, but so lovely. He embraces the elder closer to him, stroking the skin with his thumb. Hyunjin's body is so warm against his, that he wouldn't mind ending up so vulnerable together more often.

A/N: Hyunjin is neurodivergent here. He is undiagnosed, since he pretty much resembles me (and I'm undiagnosed so I don't want it to give a name if you know what I mean, but feel free to do that yourself). Last but not least, this was not written with the intent to make fun/expose Hyunjin's way of thinking entertainingly. It's meant to be wholesome. Just enjoy :)

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Hyunjin feels like a guinea pig sometimes. Not for physical similarities of course, but because he can't be left alone. Guinea pigs suffer when they do, just as much Hyunjin does.

That's why you buy two or three Guinea pigs at once. And luckily for Hyunjin, he found a Seungmin.

A good example to prove this theory is from a Saturday afternoon.

Hyunjin stares down at his lunch plate filled with pasta and warm steak that he bought for himself. He really wants to eat the pasta right now, but his mom always told him to eat the meat first. He doesn't even know why he has to, he assumes it's because the meat is more expensive. Or because it's warm.

First meat, then pasta. First meat, then pasta.

He bites the insides of his cheek while thinking. He can't but do nothing about it; so indecisive is he.

He looks up from his plate as Seungmin enters the kitchen. Hyunjin stares at his roommate, who sits down opposite him with just a salad on his plate.

Seungmin gives him a warm look and grabs his fork. He silently chops some salad and presses it into his mouth.

Hyunjin wiggles a little in his seat; this might be a good moment to ask him. Staring in front of him, he opens his mouth so that he can word his question-

"Aren't you gonna eat?"

-but Seungmin is faster and Hyunjin ends up with drool falling from his lips.

He quickly shuts his mouth and gulps the dryness in his throat. "I want to, but I don't know where to begin" he quickly replies.

Hyunjin flexes his thighs uncomfortably as he watches Seungmin's reaction. Other people would have scoffed and shrugged their shoulders. Made fun of him. He is so pathetic, right?

"Well" He sees the way Seungmin isn't moving an inch with his facial muscles. No judgment. His eyebrows are slightly raised, but he always does that when he talks to Hyunjin. Hyunjin himself doesn't know how to interpret that honestly. "You could start with the pasta, how about that?"

That, doesn't sound so bad. If Seungmin is telling him that, he is going to do it.

The boy nods to himself and glances down to his plate. He chops two penne onto his fork and pushes them into his mouth. Oh how much he loves pesto. And the colour of pesto.