Stray Kids Oneshots

☆confessions☆ (seungin)

Words: 2,326
Genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff
Ship: seungin

The sun cast a warm glow over the quiet neighborhood as Jeongin and Seungmin made their way down the sidewalk, their sneakers squeaking with each step. Jeongin, who has dyed, blonde medium-length hair and braces, walked ahead, his hip-hop-inspired outfit contrasting sharply with the soft, neutral colors of the suburban houses that lined the street.

Seungmin, on the other hand, trailed a few steps behind, his brown hair falling over his eyes as he adjusted the bag slung over his shoulder; was clad in pastel color clothing and a smile adorning his face as he smiled at jeongin.

Despite their obvious differences, there was an undeniable bond between them; a connection that had been forged through countless moments of shared laughter, inside jokes, and mutual understanding.

As they continued down the street, they paused outside a small, quaint bakery.

The enticing aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted out, filling the air with its intoxicating scent.

Without saying a word, they both knew what they wanted: a box of warm, flaky croissants. They entered the bakery, the bell above the door tinkling merrily as they stepped inside.

The cozy atmosphere was accentuated by the warm lighting and the rustic wooden counters, adorned with rows of freshly baked goodies.

The baker, an older woman with wrinkled hands and a kind smile, greeted them. "Good morning, boys. What can I get you today?"
"Two boxes of our usual, please," Jeongin said with a grin, gesturing to the counter where the croissants were neatly arranged.

The baker nodded knowingly and began to prepare their order, carefully wrapping each croissant in soft, white paper. As she worked, Seungmin leaned against the counter, burning holes into the chocolate donuts.

Jeongin, seeing this, asked the lady if she can add three of the donuts as well. No matter how much seungmin protested against this, jeongin didn't care.

The baker finished with a flourish, placing the box on the counter. "There you go, boys. Enjoy." They each took out their wallets, but jeongin ended up paying for both of their orders.

Seungmin's nose flared and he grew annoyed, "stop doing that! Let me at least pay."

Jeongin stuck his tongue out at the younger and just ignored his complaints after that.

And then continued out of the bakery, the warm croissants and donuts nestled safely in their hands.

Without saying a word, they walked side by side down the street, the crisp autumn air filling their lungs and the aroma of fresh bread wafting between them.

As they walked, Jeongin couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. It was moments like these that he cherished most; when he and Seungmin were able to just be together, doing the most mundane tasks but it was so fulfilling to him.

He glanced over at his friend, noticing the way the sunlight caught in Seungmin's brown hair, making it appear almost honey-colored. He found himself wondering what it would be like to touch those strands, to see if they felt as soft as they looked.

Jeongin. No. Shut up. (Jeongin's thoughts)

Seungmin, on the other hand, was lost in thought. He wondered about random things and most of them were about jeongin and how it would feel for them to hold hands, but romantically.

There was an air of nervousness that he hadn't noticed before, and it was making it difficult for him to think straight.

He wished he could just confess his feelings to Jeongin, but he was too scared to ruin the friendship they had. Maybe, he thought, if he found the courage, everything would be different. That there wouldn't be times where he'd have to make up an excuse to leave jeongin standing all because the older boy made him feel things.