My best day - Minsung Oneshots ★

Crop top

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Crop top

Han's pov

In about twenty minutes me and the members have to get on stage to perform. As always, the goddamn stylist can't do her job correctly and decided that a crop top was the right choice for today even if I specifically made her know that I was comfortable with anything but that. You know how it is, opposites attract. Didn't think a fucking crop top was attracted to me. If I knew it earlier I would have just took Minho's stylist. That woman is a fucking woman with capitalized letter whenever it's about outfits for stage. As I was walking through the room I noticed Minho's outfit and, as I do not feel any guilt in admitting it, I was jealous. I envy every outfit of his at every concert. But that's not even one of the real issues right now. The real problems are that I'm wearing something I don't like and that makes me look bad and that I'm definitely gonna get picked on by Lee Know later as that ass of his is teasing af. If it were for me I would simply stay in this suffocating changing room for the whole concert. Unfortunately, it is not for me, it's for STAYs, so of course I have to get on stage with this fucking crop top that makes me look like a sausage. And let's not forget that of course I will get picked on by my hyung because as such, he can tease me as much as he desires.
I have to get out of this changing room at some point, even if it means that everyone will see me look ugly, as if I wasn't already.

Minho's pov

Han has been closed in the changing room since forever.
"When does he think of coming out of there?" I ask the other members as I point at the changing room Han is in.

Hyunjin: "No idea. He probably doesn't want to come out because he thinks he looks like a potato or something."

Jeongin: "Yeah, I saw him get in there with a crop top, that could be the reason."

Bangchan: "You know he's insecure about his body"

Jeongin: "he's not like he's fat or anything"

Changbin: "it's not like you can tell"

Felix: "don't offend him that way when he can't defend himself"

Hyunjin: "Come on now, why would he always be wearing big baggy clothes then?"

Bangchan: "Because, as I already said, he's insecure"

Changbin: "So he's insecure about being skinny?"

Bangchan: "I don't know how he is but he certainly isn't fat and he certainly isn't skinny as a stick. He's just insecure. Why do y'all have to make it seem like a huge deal to be sensitive?"

Hyunjin: "Because it is. He's an idol, Chan. Being too much sensitive isn't good when you're being judged by so many people"

Bangchan: "He's not "too much sensitive". He's insecure about his body as every single one of us is. It's just that in this moment he probably feels exposed because of that crop top or whatever that was. I don't want you all to be so dismissive and to joke about another member's feelings. Get a grip! Everyone has its own problems so stop creating even more and putting unnecessary pressure on him."

Hyunjin: "Yeah yeah, sorry."

Changbin: "Sorry".

"I'll go check on him" I say as I get up from the couch I was sat on and go towards the changing room. The members are kind of..shocked? Surprised? I don't know, I'm so used to their drama-making I don't even want to hear it anymore.
I get right in front of the changing room. "Han" I call him. "What?" He replied with a tone so low I almost didn't hear it with all the noise in the background.

Minho: "Is everything okay?"

Han: "Yeah, I'm fine". He said he was fine but it sounded more like he was just trying to get me away from talking to him further. He always does this. Each and every time I try to get closer to him, he dismisses me as if I was the last person he wanted to talk to. I just want to help him. I know that teasing him is not the best way but that's all I can do because everytime I try it ends up like this. I really like him and I want him to know that but he always shuts me up before I even manage to get a single word out of my mouth. As Chan said before, I know he's sensitive and insecure but Jesus, he should not. He's ethereal, he looks godly and I wish he wasn't so insecure about himself when he clearly looks better than anyone else. Why can't he see that? Why can't he see how handsome and pretty he is? Why can't he see how perfect he is?

Minho: "Did you finish changing? Can I come in?"

He hasn't answered yet and it's been some long seconds. I can hear him taking a deep breath. He whispers "ugh" before telling me to come in. Finally.

"15 minutes till stage" A staff says through the sound implant of the main room all the members are in. I take in the reminder with a nod as I enter the changing room. I close the door, turn around, and there he is: the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I hope I'm not blushing right now. In a normal position, I would tease him right now, but in the situation we're in, I can't do anything but stare. The space in the changing room is tight and he's directly in front of me. The black crop top makes his stomach almost entirely visible and it's getting hard for me to not stare. It looks like the space in here is getting tighter and the air hotter. I don't know if I can resist myself. I've never seen him be exposed this way, even if it's not much. I've also never seen him wearing something so tight that perfectly hugs his waist. Fuck, his waist. It's thinner than I thought and it's making things harder in here. I raise my eyes to meet his but I still can't stop them to look at his exposed stomach and waist every once in a while. It's definitely getting harder to breath. I want to hold him by the waist so bad. So badly that it's becoming difficult than ever for me to hold back. I'm restraining myself with the only inch of self-respect left in me. His eyes make me see stars but nevertheless, my attention always draws back to his exposed body and to his lips. I want to kiss him. I desperately want to kiss him. I NEED to kiss him. But I can't. I need to hold back, to contain myself, no matter how difficult it gets.

Narrator's pov

Han: "Minho"

Minho: "Yes?"

Han: "What did you want to come in for?"

Minho: "I'm checking up on you"

Han: "I said I'm fine"

Minho: "You're not fine. It doesn't matter how many times you'll say it, I can hear it in your fucking voice that it's not true. You've been closed in here for too much, even if you're ready. I'm not just gonna sit out there waiting for the time to pass and for you to come out when I desperately want to see how you look." Minho's voice fades out as he slowly realises what he's saying. It's like a confession.

Han: "Minho" He looks at him.

Minho: "Yes?" Han's eyes are starting to get watery and the last thing Minho wants to see right now is him cry because of his insecurities.

Han: "I'm not fine..The top is killing me, I don't like it, I told everyone I don't, you're gonna make fun of me, I don't like it, I look bad, I don't know what to do, I'm freaking out, I don't know why you came here, I'm fucking dying of stress" He talked so fast Minho almost didn't catch anything he said.

Minho: "Han, you need to calm down. You don't look bad, you look fabulous and I would never make fun of you for that"

Han: "But I-"

Minho: "No buts. I don't want any more of that crap coming out of you, understood?"

Han: "yeah... it's just that- it's exposing me and I'm not used to wear such things and I don't really think I look good in these things and-"

Minho: "Fuck, Han". Minho kisses him, harshly making their lips touch as he puts his hands on the sides of Han's neck.