minsung/skz one shots

there's fear in letting go.

So come on, follow me deeper into the unknown. Into your heart, into your soul.
This is the end of the world that you know.

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Minho didn’t realize how easily influenced he was until he met Jisung. They had been classmates, studying together at the same university, though their paths were worlds apart. Minho had always been the quiet, studious type, focused on his academics and future. Jisung, on the other hand, was the kind of guy who lived in the moment, breaking rules as easily as he broke hearts. Their worlds collided when Jisung was kicked out of school for vandalizing the cafeteria, an incident that sent shockwaves through the student body. But what really stuck with Minho was the image of Jisung demolishing a car right in front of his eyes. It was a very expensive car, parked in the wrong place at the wrong time. Jisung attacked it with wild abandon, swinging a baseball bat with reckless joy. The sound of shattering glass and crunching metal echoed through the empty parking lot, but what captivated Minho was the expression on Jisung’s face. Jisung wore the biggest smile Minho had ever seen, a grin so wide and so full of something primal that it was almost terrifying. It was as if, in those violent moments, Jisung had found the only way to exercise his inner demons, to let go of all the sorrow and anger that had been festering inside him. “What are you staring at?”, Jisung’s voice cut through Minho’s thoughts, snapping him back to the present. His legs, despite his mind’s screaming orders to run, remained rooted to the spot. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jisung, who stood there, bat in hand, surrounded by the wreckage of what had once been a pristine vehicle. Jisung was a vision of chaos and rebellion. He wore black cargo pants that clung to his legs, a biker jacket that had clearly seen better days, and a black shirt that hugged his torso. The ensemble was completed by a tattoo that snaked its way from his neck, down his collarbone, and disappeared under the fabric of his shirt. The intricate design fascinated Minho, who had never seen anyone with a tattoo like that up close.

“I-”, Minho started, but the words died in his throat. He was standing there, frozen in place, his mind racing but his body refusing to cooperate. He wanted to say something, anything, but the sheer intensity of Jisung’s gaze left him speechless. Jisung jumped off the hood of the car, the bat hanging loosely in his hand, now as demolished as the car behind him. His smirk was almost playful as he took a few steps toward Minho, closing the distance between them. “Wanna try it?”, Jisung asked, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. His lips curled into that same smirk, the one that made Minho’s heart race for reasons he didn’t quite understand. Minho’s throat went dry, and he swallowed hard, shaking his head in response. The idea of smashing a car, of releasing whatever pent-up frustration he might have had in such a destructive way, was both tempting and terrifying. His palms were clammy, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. He didn’t know how to get out of this situation. But even as he stood there, paralyzed, he couldn’t help but feel a strange allure in the chaos Jisung embodied. There was something about Jisung that drew him in, something about the way he seemed to exist on the edge of everything, balancing between control and destruction. It was reckless, it was dangerous, and yet Minho found himself unable to look away, unable to resist the pull of the person standing before him. At that moment, Minho knew that Jisung was nothing but trouble. But maybe, just maybe, he was the kind of trouble that Minho had been unknowingly craving.