Stray Kids Oneshots

★ ᖴIᑎᗩᒪᒪY ★ (minsung)

Words: 6426
Ship: minsung
Consists of: fluff, fluff and more tooth rotting fluff. shower smex.

Requested by JazzyMinsung (I hope it lived up to your expectations😔and if it's not how you envisioned it, I am so sorry😔🙏🏽)

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Minho sat in the crowded café, his eyes scanning the bustling street outside, searching for a glimpse of his friends. He tapped his foot nervously against the tiled floor, the clinking of his spoon against the side of his half-empty coffee cup echoing through the room. His heart raced a little faster each time the door swung open, letting in a gust of cool autumn air, only to sink when it wasn't the group he was waiting for.

Finally, a wave of laughter and chatter grew louder, and in they came-his friends from school days, all smiles and casual banter. They gathered around the table, pulling up chairs and placing orders for their usual drinks. Minho felt a warmth spread through him, the kind that only came from being surrounded by people who knew him before the glitz and glamour of Stray Kids. They didn't care about his fame or his busy schedule; they were just happy to see him.

As they all settled in, the conversation naturally turned to their latest crushes and conquests. Minho felt his cheeks grow warm, knowing he was about to be the center of attention. He took a deep breath, his heart racing as he prepared to spill his secret. "Guys," he began, his voice slightly shaky. "There's something I need to tell you."

His friends leaned in, curious expressions on their faces. "What's up, Minho?" one of them asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

Minho took a sip of his now lukewarm coffee for courage. "So, I've kind of been...seeing someone." He paused, watching their eyes widen in surprise. "Well, not really seeing him, but you know, crushing hard." He chuckled nervously.

"Who is she?" The questions came from all around the table like a chorus of eager fans at a fan meeting.

Minho felt his cheeks burn even hotter. "It's not a 'she', it's a 'he'." The room fell silent for a moment, filled only with the clinking of spoons against ceramic and the distant sound of a barista calling out an order.

"Who is he?" They whispered, leaning in closer, their curiosity piqued.

Minho took a sip of his coffee, actively avoiding their gaze before lowly saying, "..... it's Jisung."

Faces contorted into shock.

"Jisung? As in, your friend and bandmate, Jisung?!"

Minho, still not looking at them, simply nodded his head.

"But you guys are like... besties!" exclaimed one of his friends, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Minho nodded, a blush creeping up his neck. "Yeah, I know. It's complicated."

The friends stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. "You're so full of surprises, Minho!" exclaimed one, slapping him playfully on the back. The tension broke, and the conversation swirled around the table as they all began sharing their own tales of unrequited love and awkward confessions.

As the laughter died down, Minho's thoughts drifted to Jisung. He wondered if the younger had any idea how he felt. The two of them had grown closer during their recent music video shoots, their chemistry on screen palpable. It was during those long hours on set that Minho had started to see Han in a different light-less as a bandmate and more as a potential partner. The way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, the gentle curve of his smile, and the warmth of his voice had all become too much to ignore.