Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

Master Plan | Kim Seungmin

The dorm was unusually quiet—a dangerous thing, considering Seungmin was nowhere to be seen. You glanced around, suspicious, but the lack of noise wasn't giving you any clues. Last time the dorm was this silent, Seungmin had pulled off the Great Pillow Avalanche of 2023. That day still haunted the others, especially Jisung, who had been buried under the pile of cushions, screaming for mercy.

Today, though, the peace felt too eerie.

You were about to return to your book when suddenly, there was a faint creak from the hallway. Your head whipped around just in time to catch the edge of a shadow. Seungmin. You knew it.

"What are you up to, Kim Seungmin?" you muttered to yourself, getting up from the couch to investigate.

As you cautiously walked toward the hallway, you saw the telltale sign of Seungmin's handiwork—a pair of strategically placed shoes near the edge of the door. You knew better than to walk into an obvious trap, so you stepped over them carefully, already bracing for whatever mayhem he had planned.

But... nothing happened.

"Huh," you mumbled, peeking into the empty hallway. No Seungmin. No disaster waiting to happen. It was too quiet. Too calm.

Then, you heard it. Faint laughter—Jisung's voice—coming from the kitchen. You followed the sound, only to freeze in the doorway.

There stood Seungmin, innocently stirring a pot on the stove, whistling a cheerful tune as if he weren't up to something diabolical. Jisung, sitting at the counter, was completely unaware of the impending doom. He was happily munching on a snack, chatting about the latest game he was into.

You narrowed your eyes. This is it. This is the moment.

"Hey!" Seungmin called, noticing you hovering at the entrance. "I made soup. Want some?"

Your suspicion skyrocketed. Seungmin making soup for no reason? Yeah, right.

"No thanks," you said cautiously, leaning against the doorframe.

Jisung, still oblivious, took a big slurp from his bowl. "Mmm, this is actually really good. Seungmin's cooking skills are improving."

Your gaze flicked between Jisung and Seungmin. Something about this was off. Too wholesome. Too nice.

Just as you were about to speak, Jisung paused, his expression shifting. "Wait... what's that taste?"

There it was. The moment you had been waiting for.

Jisung's eyes widened in horror as he looked down at his bowl. "What did you put in this?"

Seungmin blinked innocently, his smile widening in that way that meant trouble. "Nothing special. Just some, you know, ingredients."

Jisung dropped his spoon, his panic increasing. "Ingredients? What ingredients?"

Seungmin took a step back, barely suppressing a laugh. "Oh, you know... garlic, onions, salt, pepper... maybe a little hot sauce."

Jisung froze, his face going pale. "How much hot sauce?"

"Enough," Seungmin replied, his grin absolutely menacing now.

Jisung gasped, quickly grabbing a glass of water, but it was too late. His face turned bright red, and he began fanning his mouth furiously. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Seungmin finally let out a full laugh, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "It's not that bad! You like spicy food, right?"

"Not this spicy!" Jisung wheezed, desperately chugging water as tears formed in his eyes. "This is actual fire!"

You couldn't hold back a snort of laughter as Jisung flailed, trying to recover from the spice attack. It was classic Seungmin—his pranks always perfectly calculated to toe the line between playful and chaotic.

"Seungmin!" Jisung choked out between gasps. "I'm going to get you back for this!"

Seungmin just shrugged, completely unbothered. "You always say that. I'm still waiting."

You shook your head, laughing as Jisung continued to suffer. "You're a menace, you know that?"

Seungmin shot you a cheeky grin. "I prefer 'creative genius,' but I'll take 'menace.'"

Jisung glared at Seungmin, his face still bright red. "Just wait. One of these days, I'll find a way to beat you at your own game."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Good luck with that."

As Jisung stumbled away, presumably to find some milk or ice cream to soothe the burn, you gave Seungmin a knowing look.

"That was kind of evil," you said, crossing your arms.

Seungmin just smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "He'll survive. Besides, it's all in good fun. You know, keeping everyone on their toes."

You shook your head, but couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. "You really enjoy this, don't you?"

"Of course," Seungmin replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Keeps things interesting around here. And, admit it, you were entertained."

"Okay, maybe a little," you admitted, unable to suppress your laughter.

Seungmin winked. "See? Everyone wins."

As you stood there, watching him stir the soup with a satisfied smile on his face, you realized that life with Seungmin would never be boring. He was a mastermind of chaos, always planning his next move, always ready to stir things up—literally and figuratively.

And honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.