Stray Kids ONE SHOTS

To be in love (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ ( Minsung angst, fluff)

Minsung

Angst

fluff

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To be in love.

What is it like to be in love?

Is it amazing or painful, or is it both?

For me it's every feeling ever, It hurts but feels so good.

It makes me happy, it makes me sad, it makes me mad, it's annoying.

Why dose it hurt to be in love?

Cause when i look at them with the feeling of knowing i can never have them, it kills me, over and over. When i see them happy with someone else, it makes me feel as if i can't do that for them like they are happier with out me, and with someone else.

I'm mad at myself sometimes to, cause i can't tell them, I'm to scared to tell them how I feel.  

I can't word it, i can't say it, i can express it in other ways, but that doesn't matter. how are they supposed to know?

I'm sad that they will never know how i feel. 

I'm happy when i am with them, when i see their smile, they way their eyes close a little everytime they laugh, the way their teeth shine, they way their cheeks make an apple shape on their cheek. The sound of their laugh, the small hum after every laugh, the face they make before they laugh. I know it all to well, i know them to well. The way their ears flush red from the top when they get flustered, embarrassed or shy. How they go quite when they are upset, they distance themselves when something is off. And i always know how to make it better. 

The fact that they don't like change, Big or small, they never liked it, and always thought it was hard to process. They don't like to sweat things, they don't like fake silk it makes them feel ikcy they say. 

Something else i know is that they do everything to make me happy, and they protect me at all costs.
It's the littles things, like them slowing their pace down when walking, like them switching fingers for the ring when holding hands. How they hold my hand when I'm nervous, how they always worry for me when i get hurt in any way. How they stay on call with me late in the night cause i can't sleep. 

His fingers crase over the text he had written on his paper, water droplet stains around it, bringing his hand up to brush away the tears dripping down his cheeks. 

His grip on the pen is lost as his fingers tremble, the pen falling against the paper, his hands brought up to his face, shaking as he covers his mouth and sobs into it.
He stands up and looks around his room, he has no idea what he was doing, or where his body was taking him, as his feet drag across the floor, his hand moving to the cold door handle pushing it down, and then pushing the door open. He steps out of his room, leaving the door open behind him, his feet dragging him down the hall of his dorm, taking small steps all the way until he is in front of their door. He raises his hand and lets his knuckles collide with the wooden door in three soft knocks. 

He waits, breath heavy as he sobs out, bringing his hand back to cover his mouth to make the sobs muffled. His eyes catch the door handle being pushed down, and the door slowly cracking open, a dim yellow light from the inside, spreading out as if it was liquid over the floor. He looks up, seeing the person he was oh so in love with, eyes catching theirs, as theirs widen, most definitely from seeing the tears in his. He feels their arms wrap around his shoulder, pulling him in for a hug, and then stepping back into the yellow-lit room, the door being closed behind him, as he sobs into their chest. 

"I love you" He sounded so broke as he told them, and they only held him closer. 

"Oh poor Jisungie." Minho whispers, and kisses the top of Han's head, holding him close, rubbing his back carefully, trying to shoot him. "It's alright." Minho whispers, and pulls back a bit from the younger, holding Han's shoulders, then moves to brush some tears of his cheeks, pushing that same hand into his hair at the back of his head, then pulling him closer, pushing his lips against Jisungs. The younger male's breath caught in his throat as Minho kissed him, he didn't know what to do at first, but after a moment he kissed back, moving his lip along Minho's, putting a hand on his hyung's shoulder, and one in his hair.  

Minho pulls back, panting slightly, as the twos foreheads collide, Jisung smiles.
"I love you too." MInho whispers, and kisses the other again, enjoying the feeling of their lips against one another. "I wanna be with you." Minho says in between kisses, as he pulls the younger with him to sit down on the bed, Jisung snuggles closely into the others side, hugging him highly, causing Mimho to chuckle, looking down at the boy with such love. 

"Does this make us like boyfriends?" Jisung asks in a low voice, muffled slightly by his face being pressed into Minho's side. 

"Yeah, it dose." Minho says, and then switches their poison, Pulling Jisung with him to lay down in the middle of the bed, With Jisung's head resting on the left side of his chest, and his right leg thrown over both if Minho's. "You're so fucking pretty." Minho mumbled and runs a hand threw the younger hair, kissing his forehead, as Jisung's cheek flush red, Minho loved to see the boy just like this, in his arms, blushing and smiling, all because of him.

Jisung couldn't even put words to how happy he was, it felt like he was running threw a field of flowers, but not the kind that would scratch your arm, the kind that would gently pet you, No gross bugs, just pretty butterflies, the sun shining but not in a blinding way, it was warm but not in a sweet and burn way, everything was just so perfect. 

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