Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

Starlit Serenade | Lee Minho

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, leaving a soft twilight glow over the park. You were excited, having received a message from Minho earlier in the day inviting you to a surprise picnic. The night promised a gentle breeze, and the sky was clear, with stars beginning to twinkle above.

As you arrived at the park, you spotted Minho sitting on a blanket, surrounded by a few snacks and a guitar propped beside him. He looked up and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, making your heart flutter.

"Hey! You made it!" he exclaimed, standing up to greet you with a warm hug.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," you replied, settling down on the blanket beside him.

He gestured to the spread in front of you. "I hope you like sandwiches and chips. I tried to keep it simple."

"I love it! It's perfect," you said, taking a bite of the sandwich he made. "What's the surprise?"

Minho grinned and reached for his guitar. "This is it! I thought we could enjoy the night with some music."

You felt your excitement grow as he began strumming a gentle melody, the soft notes floating through the cool night air. It was a familiar tune, one you'd heard him play before, and it instantly wrapped you in a comforting embrace.

"Do you want to pick a song to start?" he asked, his fingers still dancing over the strings.

"Let's do something fun! How about 'Dynamite'?" you suggested, grinning.

He chuckled. "Alright, but don't blame me if I can't hit those high notes!"

You both launched into a spirited rendition of the song, laughter spilling out between the lyrics. The picnic transformed into an impromptu karaoke session as you took turns singing your favorite songs, with Minho occasionally adding his own flair to the melodies.

After a while, the laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and Minho looked up at the stars, a contemplative look crossing his face. "You know, I've always wanted to write my own song," he admitted, his voice softer now.

"Really? That's amazing! What's stopping you?" you encouraged, intrigued by his revelation.

"I don't know," he sighed. "I guess I worry it won't be good enough. There are so many great songwriters out there... what if I fail?"

"Minho, your talent is incredible. You shouldn't compare yourself to others. Every artist has their unique voice, and that's what makes music special," you reassured him, hoping to instill some confidence in him.

He turned to you, his expression serious. "Would you want to hear a little something I've been working on? I'm still figuring it out, but I trust you."

Your heart raced at the invitation. "Of course! I'd love to hear it."

Taking a deep breath, Minho began to play a soft, melodic tune. The notes were delicate, flowing like water as he sang the lyrics he had crafted. They spoke of dreams, fears, and the desire to be true to oneself, capturing the vulnerability he often hid behind his playful demeanor.

As he finished, the silence that followed felt heavy with emotion. You were spellbound, the words resonating with your own heart. "Minho, that was beautiful," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

"Really? You think so?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

"Absolutely! You have an incredible gift. You should keep writing," you encouraged, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently.

He smiled, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over him. "Thanks for believing in me. I feel like I can share more now, with you here."

The moment felt precious, the intimacy of the night wrapping around you like a warm blanket. As the stars twinkled above, you both shared stories and dreams, the conversation flowing effortlessly between laughter and heartfelt confessions.

As the night deepened, Minho suddenly had a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I have one more surprise for you."

"Another one?" you laughed, curious.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a small portable speaker. "I thought we could dance under the stars!"

You grinned widely. "I'm in! But you have to lead."

Minho stood up and offered his hand to you, pulling you up from the blanket. He set the speaker to play a soft, romantic tune, and as you swayed together, the world around you faded away.

The warmth of his hand on your waist, the sound of his laughter, and the soft music enveloped you in a magical moment. With the stars above as your audience, you danced, creating memories that would linger long after the night had ended.

As the last notes of the song faded into the night, you both stood still, breathless. Minho looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Thank you for tonight. I'll always remember this."

"Me too," you replied, feeling the connection between you deepen. "Let's make it a tradition."

He grinned, leaning in closer. "Next time, I'll make sure to write a new song for us to dance to."

You laughed, the sound ringing out into the night as you both settled back onto the blanket, your hearts full and your spirits high. Underneath the starlit sky, you knew this was only the beginning of many more beautiful moments with Minho.