"Why are you crying? Beautiful things are something to smile for."
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Bunch of Stray Kids One Shots and Imagines.
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You've known Minho for as long as you can remember. He's the kind of friend who shows up when you least expect it, bringing food, laughter, and an energy that lights up even your worst days. Over time, you've grown accustomed to his quirks, his teasing, and, most of all, his constant declarations of love.
"I love you," he'd say, almost every day. And every time, you'd smile, laugh it off, and respond with a casual, "Love you too, Minho." It was a routine, a dance of words you'd both performed a thousand times. To you, it was just part of being best friends—because best friends love each other, right?
But today, something is different. You notice the way he's watching you, his gaze lingering a little longer, his words carrying a weight that wasn't there before. You're sitting on his couch, watching a random movie that neither of you is paying much attention to. The banter is light, familiar, until suddenly it isn't.
"I love you," he says, his voice softer, more deliberate this time. You glance at him, half-smiling.
"I know, Minho. I love you too." You chuckle, thinking it's another one of his playful antics. But his expression doesn't change. If anything, it grows more serious, more intense.
"No," he insists, leaning closer. "I really love you."
You blink, trying to process his words. "Well, I really love you too, you goof. We've been best friends forever, of course I—"
He cuts you off, frustration creeping into his tone. "No, Y/N. You're not getting it."
You're about to ask him what he means when suddenly he grabs your hand, pulling you toward him. Before you can even register what's happening, his lips are on yours, soft yet firm, and your mind goes completely blank. The kiss is quick, but it's enough to leave you breathless, stunned into silence.
When he pulls back, you just stare at him, wide-eyed, your heart racing. A thousand thoughts swirl in your head, but only one rises to the surface: He loves you. Really loves you.
As the realization hits you, a slow, disbelieving smile spreads across your face. Minho grins back, his eyes shining with a mix of relief and amusement.
"Took you long enough," he teases, his voice back to its playful tone.
You're about to retort, but before you can, he stands up abruptly and, with that mischievous glint in his eye, hoists you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.
"Minho!" you scream, laughing and kicking your feet in the air. "Put me down!"
"Not until you fully understand," he declares, spinning around dramatically.
"Understand what? That you're crazy?" you shout, giggling uncontrollably.
"No," he says, his voice full of mock seriousness. "That I'm going to throw you in the air fryer because you're too dense to realize I've been in love with you for years!"
You laugh even harder, tears forming in your eyes as he pretends to march toward the kitchen. "Minho, no! I get it, I get it! You love me, okay? Now put me down before you actually try to cook me!"
He finally stops, gently setting you back on your feet, both of you breathless from laughter. As you catch your breath, you look up at him, your smile softening into something more tender.
"I love you too, Minho," you say, and this time, you mean it in a way you never have before.
His smile is all you need to see to know that everything between you has changed—changed for the better. And as he leans in again, pressing another soft kiss on your lips, you could feel all the love that you did not see before.
