My best day - Minsung Oneshots ★

The x in xo

VII

The x in xo

Seoul

22:30

It's a very windy night in Seoul.
Even if it's summer, the climate is still holding on to the winter's weather. There's a soft breeze in the air despite the wind.

Stray kids' concert is over and the members are now backstage. They decided to go live to talk with the STAYs who weren't able to be there tonight and to keep things going as, even if they just ended a concert, the night has a long, energetic overview.

The members are all chatting and drinking something to cool off after such a performance. Minho enters the room after having gone to change and freshen up a little. The first thing he sees when he enters is Han sitting on the couch, talking with the others. He watches him for a few seconds, with his messy hair and his skin still shiny from the sweat of the concert. He moves closer to the couch, standing behind it, while not taking his eyes off Han. When Changbin notices he's behind the couch, he looks up at him and smiles before speaking.

«What are you up to, Minho?» He says jokingly, perfectly knowing what he's up to.
Minho doesn't even look at Changbin before answering.

«Nothing, I'm just...resting». He says while still looking at Han, his eyes glued to his exposed neck and arms. The blue hair of Han, the corset, the black shirt and the fact that is skin is slightly flushed from the concert are not helping him.
He can't do anything but look at his wrists too, the skin on display in the black shirt is so appealing. He's so focused on Han that he doesn't even realise how obvious it is he can barely take his eyes off him.

Changbin watches him and lets out a small laugh. Knowing how easy it is to make Minho loose his cool around Han, he smiles as he continues to talk so that no one else would pay attention to what Minho is doing.

Minho is about to loose it, having the object of his desires so close and not being able to do anything is driving him even more insane than he already was from Han's strong perfume. He clenches his hands on the couch and speaks without taking his eyes off the blue-haired boy.

«Han, come with me for a minute»

He's trying hard to be calm but his tone still sounds a bit bossy.

«Why?»

'Why?' is the only thing that the boy says after turning towards Minho.
Minho tries his maximum to not sound too impatient while saying this, but he ends up talking with a lower voice and slightly sharper than usual.

«Just...come»

«Okay, I'm coming»

Han doesn't put it much thought and just agrees to follow Minho since there's nothing to worry about and it wasn't unusual of Minho to talk privately to Han about his work on stage.
The moment Minho hears him answer, he grabs his wrist. He's slightly more aggressive than usual. He wants to touch him, to have him for himself even just for a minute, away from the others. He's in a state of complete frenzy, which is making him impatient, and it's quite obvious from the way he grabbed his wrist. As he's pulling him, he doesn't even look at the others, he completely ignores them. He just keeps pulling him until they are away from the others, behind a wall, so that no one can see them.

«What is i-»

Before Han can finish his sentence, he pushes him against the wall, trapping him between his arms. He presses himself against his body and brings one of his knees to Han's legs, to press him even harder against the wall.

«Hyung»

He barely heard, completely lost in the proximity. Having Han so close, being able to hear the slight breathless tone of his voice, inhaling his perfume, feeling his body against his, and to have that word be said in that way, makes him shiver even more.
He grabs his arms and pushes them above his head a little roughly and whispers against his neck.