Stray Kids Oneshots

★ι'ℓℓ вє ωαιтιηg★ (minsung)

Words: 10345 (me bomboclaat💀)
Ship: minsung (Top Minho, Bottom Han)
Consists of: slight angst, fluff and more fluff, bisexual Minho, smex, slight mention of domestic abuse, slight mention of Katoptronophilia

Requested by Asmatutul (if this isn't how you envisioned it, I am so sorry pookie😔🫶🏽)

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"Another sunny afternoon in Gimpo, South Korea," Minho sighed, leaning against the metal railing of the school rooftop.

This was his sanctuary, a place where he could gaze out at the sprawling cityscape and remember the first time he saw Jisung. It was a memory so vivid, it was as if it had been painted with the most vibrant of colors. The moment their eyes met, time had frozen, and the chaotic world around them had faded away. Or so he liked to think.

"Hey, Minho," Jisung's voice echoed through the otherwise quiet space, pulling him from his reverie. He turned to see Jisung approaching, his school bag slung over one shoulder, his gait as casual as ever.

Minho straightened up, his heart racing as he prepared for the daily ritual. Declaring to jisung once again, of the feelings he has. He took a deep breath and launched into his confession, the words as rehearsed as a Shakespearean sonnet.

"Jisungie~" Jisung laughed lightly, already knowing what Minho was gonna say.

"C'mon," he drawled out. "I've liked you for forever and you know this. Can't you at least let me take you out on a date? Once won't hurt..."

He watched Jisung's reaction closely, hoping today would be the day he'd finally get a different response.

Jisung rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Minho, seriously?" He chuckled, the sound echoing off the rooftop. "You've told me that every single day since freshman year."

Minho felt his cheeks flush, but he didn't waver. "I know, but I just can't get over you," he said earnestly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jisung's smirk grew, his eyes scanning Minho from head to toe before meeting his gaze again. "Well, if you're going to confess every day, you could at least switch up the location," he teased, leaning against the railing next to him.

Minho chuckled nervously, "this is kinda the first place I ever saw you, so it's special, y'know? And I know I've like, confessed in silly ways before but I'm being serious here jisung."

Jisung sighed, his smile fading into a more contemplative expression. "I know you are, but..." He trailed off, looking out over the city.

Minho took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the warmth of Jisung's body next to him, and it was intoxicating. "But what?" he prompted, hope blooming within him like a springtime flower.

Jisung turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "But what if I don't feel the same way?"

Minho's heart skipped a beat. He had anticipated this moment for so long, but he hadn't prepared for rejection. Jisung had never shut him down like this before, moreso just went along and laughed whenever Minho did say he liked him.

"Then I'll keep trying until you do," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

Jisung's gaze was piercing, as if searching for something in Minho's eyes. "What makes you think I'll ever change my mind?"

Minho took a step back, trying to hide his disappointment. "I guess I just... thought if I showed you how much I care, you'd eventually see me the way I see you." He shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the knot in his stomach.