Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

What Did You Just Say? | Lee Minho

The lively atmosphere of the Stray Kids dorm was filled with laughter and playful banter as you lounged in the living room, enjoying a rare day off with Minho and the other members. You were all gathered around the coffee table, snacks scattered everywhere, and a game console at the ready for a friendly competition.

"Okay, are we ready for this?" Minho asked, a competitive spark in his eyes as he grabbed the controller.

"I'm ready to win!" you declared confidently, determined to prove your skills.

The game started, and the room was filled with shouts and laughter as everyone tried to outdo each other. Minho was in the lead, his focus intense as he maneuvered his character with ease.

"Come on! You can't let him win this easily!" Felix cheered, trying to rally everyone against Minho.

You laughed, gripping your controller tighter. "I'm not going down without a fight!"

Just as you were about to make a comeback, Minho leaned over to you, smirking playfully. "You know, I heard that someone here can't handle the pressure."

You glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "What did you just say?"

"I said," he began, his tone teasing, "that you might want to practice a bit more. You're lagging behind!"

The room erupted into laughter, and you felt your cheeks heat up, a mix of embarrassment and determination flooding through you. "Excuse me? I'm going to show you who's lagging behind!"

With renewed determination, you refocused on the game, determined to prove him wrong. The competition intensified, the stakes rising with each passing moment. You dodged, jumped, and maneuvered your character with newfound intensity, trying to catch up to Minho.

"Nice try, but I'm still in the lead!" Minho called out, his grin wide and confident.

"Oh, just wait!" you shot back, gritting your teeth as you navigated a tricky section of the game.

As the final moments of the match approached, you managed to pull ahead, your fingers dancing across the buttons as you executed a perfect combo. "Take that, Minho!" you exclaimed, feeling the rush of victory.

"No way!" he shouted, his eyes wide with surprise. "How did you pull that off?"

With a triumphant laugh, you leaned back in your chair, reveling in your victory. "Looks like I handled the pressure just fine!"

"Okay, okay, you win this round," Minho admitted, a reluctant smile forming on his lips. "But I'm not giving up that easily. Next time, I'll take you down for sure."

"Bring it on!" you replied, feeling a sense of pride wash over you.

As the game wrapped up, the members began discussing the next match, but Minho stayed close, leaning in with a playful glint in his eyes. "But seriously, what did you just say earlier?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, feigning innocence.

"You know, when I said you might want to practice. You were about to give me some epic comeback," he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You hesitated for a moment, then decided to lean into the playful banter. "I said I was going to beat you, remember?"

Minho chuckled, shaking his head. "You've got guts, I'll give you that."

"And you've got a big mouth," you shot back, grinning as you playfully nudged his shoulder. "But I'm okay with that."

The lighthearted banter continued, the atmosphere relaxed and filled with warmth. As the day wore on, you found yourself enjoying every moment spent with Minho and the others, the laughter echoing throughout the dorm.

Eventually, the game transitioned to a movie night, and everyone settled in, the competitive spirit replaced by a cozy camaraderie. You leaned back on the couch, feeling a sense of happiness and belonging.

As you stole a glance at Minho, who was animatedly discussing the plot of the movie, you couldn't help but smile. Moments like these were what you cherished most—laughter, friendship, and a little bit of playful rivalry.

With Minho by your side, you knew that every day would bring new adventures and playful banter, and you wouldn't have it any other way.