Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

Dance Duel | Lee Minho

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow through the living room windows as you lounged on the couch, scrolling through your phone. Suddenly, the sound of upbeat music filled the air, and you looked up to see Minho dancing in the middle of the room, his movements sharp and confident. He was clearly practicing for an upcoming performance, and you couldn't help but admire his skill.

"Wow, look at you go!" you exclaimed, leaning forward. "When did you learn those moves?"

He stopped mid-spin, a grin spreading across his face. "I've been practicing! Think you can keep up?"

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a surge of competitive spirit. "A dance-off? You're on!"

Minho chuckled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you when I take the crown!"

With that, you both cleared a space in the living room, the playful atmosphere thickening with anticipation. You chose a song that you loved, one that always made you feel confident. As the beat dropped, you started to move, throwing in some spins and playful footwork. Minho watched with an impressed smile, but you could see the competitive glint in his eyes.

"Nice moves! But let's see how you handle this!" he called out, stepping into the spotlight as he switched the song to something faster-paced. He launched into a series of intricate footwork and spins that left you momentarily breathless.

You couldn't help but laugh, enjoying the challenge. "Alright, alright! I see you! But I won't back down!"

You took your turn again, this time pulling out all the stops. You danced with more confidence, adding in some playful flair. Minho joined in, mirroring your moves, and soon enough, it turned into a friendly battle of choreography. The laughter echoed off the walls as you both tried to outshine each other.

"Is that all you've got?" Minho teased, doing a dramatic spin that ended with a flourish.

"Not even close!" you replied, stepping forward with a playful smirk. "Watch and learn!"

As the music changed again, you both began to incorporate silly faces and exaggerated movements, each trying to make the other laugh. Minho's infectious laughter filled the room as you broke out into an impromptu robot dance, your arms moving stiffly as you pretended to malfunction.

"Are you okay?" he asked between giggles, pretending to be concerned. "I think you need a reboot!"

You burst into laughter, unable to maintain your character. "Alright, alright, you win this round!"

As the music faded, you both collapsed onto the couch, breathless and grinning from ear to ear. Your cheeks flushed from the exertion, and Minho leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head.

"Okay, I have to admit, that was fun," he said, glancing at you sideways. "We should do this more often."

You nodded, still catching your breath. "Definitely! I didn't know you had such a competitive side."

"Only when it comes to dancing," he said with a wink. "But honestly, you held your own. I'm impressed!"

You felt a flutter in your chest at his compliment. "Thanks, Minho. I couldn't have done it without your moves to inspire me!"

"Just wait until next time," he replied, a playful spark igniting in his eyes. "I'll be ready to blow you away."

You chuckled, feeling a comfortable warmth spread between you. The evening had brought you both closer, the playful banter leading to something more—a deeper connection forged through laughter and shared passion.

As the night went on, you both chatted about everything and nothing, the earlier competitiveness replaced by a sense of camaraderie. You realized that in that moment, it wasn't just about dancing; it was about being together, enjoying the chemistry that was growing between you.

"Next time, I'll definitely bring my A-game," you said, nudging him playfully.

"I wouldn't expect anything less," he replied, a smile tugging at his lips. "But just remember, I always win."

"Challenge accepted," you replied, feeling a giddy rush of anticipation for what the future might hold.