Stray Kids ONE SHOTS

Hoodies -minsung

Idk what genre it would be. Ig angst and fluff.

Squirrel Hybrid/Han
Cat Hybrid/Minho. Omega Minho/ Alpha Han.
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Han sits on his bed in a knitted sweater he got not that long ago, and stare at his open closet doors, staring at the rack with loads of empty clothehanger.

Where the fuck are all his hoodies? He did his laudry just a few days ago, how could all his hoodies be gone again.

It was winter and freezing cold outside, the wheater had droped into minues degree ever the cours of the last few days. Han was scrapping toughter his 3 sweetshirts in a haze of confusion. He had at least four more sweatshirts, and he was sure he had a lot more than one yellow hoodie that he's had since 16. He thought about it, could he wear it?

No, it was to yellow, no way he had anything to much either.

So he dose the only reasonable thing, he makes his way out of his bedroom, stop by the laudry room to cheek just once more, no hoodies.
He knocks softly on the door, no answer, must be in the bathroo, he thinks.

Han steps into Minho's bedroom, and toes his way over to the big closet, he could fit in there.
He laughs to himself, he was so dumb.

Then he opens the door, staring at of Minhos hooide hanging on the racj, and then looks down to see what clothing itme hit his foot.

"My Clothes." He mutters and scoops up about six of his hoodies, three or four cardigans, all his missing sweaters, and god knows how many t-shirts. Minho had stolen it all.

One by one, Minho had picked up all of Han's warm clothes from the drying rack without releasing he had them all stored on the floor of his closet.

"MINHO-HYUNG." Han yells and then spreads out all the hoodies on the bed.
It didn't take long for Minho to pop his head in.

"Oh...you found them." He whispers, and Han laughs.

"I did. Would you like to explain?" Minho shakes his head and flicks his fluffy cat tail up a little to almosf hide himself.

"Minho, i told you already, you can't use my scent for your nests it not good. You're letting your omega create a bond."
Han says, and scrunches his nose up.

"Is it really that bad? Nothing's bad has happened, and- and it's only your scent that can calm me." Minho argues softly, and Han sights, his ears twitch.

"Minho...i'm not yours, and you're not mine that way...right? You made that clear."

"No, Hannie, i said i didn't mean it like that...i just..we arent mates so-"

"So you should stop finding comfornt in my scent this way."

Minho frowns, and pouts, Han just bites back a sad face, and picks up all his clothes into his arms, and begins to leave.

"No, i need them." Minho yells and pulls the clothes from the other and quickly put them back on the bed, then gaurds his bed.

"Minho."

"I want to...be mates. But you keep saying no. And its unfair, 'cause i know you know."
Minho argues, and Han sights, he did know, he could smell it off Minho since the first time they meet. They were soulmates.

"Please, it's not fair that work gets n the way. I need this! You dk to! Dont think i dont know how bad you hurt. I feel that too! My soulmate just a few feet away, but no bite on my neck!"

Han takes a deep breath and walks over to the older, hugging him wordlessly.

"It's not fair."
Minho hums and plays with the youngers fluffy squirrel tail.

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Thank you for reading!!