Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

Surprise Date | Lee Minho

Minho was not the type of person to wear his emotions on his sleeve. In fact, he was a master of hiding his feelings behind a wall of sarcasm and playful jabs. But every so often, when the stars aligned just right, a soft side of him would shine through, and you'd get to see the person he was when he allowed himself to care deeply about someone.

You had no idea today would be one of those days.

It all started with a text from Minho earlier that morning.

"Wear something comfortable and meet me at the park at 2 PM. Don't ask questions. Just trust me."

Your curiosity was piqued, but Minho's mysterious messages were nothing new. You'd learned not to question his requests too much because they often led to surprises — good ones, of course. So, you did as he asked, changing into a simple but cute outfit perfect for a day in the park.

When you arrived at the park, you saw Minho standing near a large oak tree, hands stuffed in his pockets and a small, almost unreadable smile tugging at his lips. He looked good, as always — effortlessly cool in his hoodie and joggers. But today, there was something different about him. Something warm.

"Hey," you called out as you approached him, a smile creeping onto your face.

Minho turned to face you, his eyes lighting up just slightly at the sight of you. "Hey," he greeted in his usual low, calm voice, but there was a tenderness there that was unmistakable.

"You gonna tell me what we're doing today?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He smirked and shook his head, turning toward the blanket that was spread out on the grass beneath the tree. "I told you not to ask," he said, his tone teasing. "Come sit down."

Your eyes widened in surprise as you noticed what he had prepared. A large picnic blanket was spread out, with baskets of food and drinks arranged carefully around it. The sight was both sweet and unexpected, considering Minho had never really struck you as the picnic-type. But there it was — all your favorite foods laid out before you.

"What... is this?" you asked, still a little taken aback as you sat down on the blanket.

Minho chuckled, settling down next to you and pulling out the first container. "A picnic," he said matter-of-factly, "with all your favorite foods. I may not be a chef, but I know what you like."

You stared at him in disbelief, a smile spreading across your face as you looked at the food he had carefully chosen. There were sandwiches, chips, fresh fruit, and even homemade cookies that Minho must've spent time baking. And, of course, there were some snacks that only you would recognize as things you could never get enough of. "How did you...?"

Minho shrugged, his expression softening. "I pay attention, you know. When someone's important to me, I remember the little things."

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his words, and you could see how much effort he had put into making today perfect. Minho wasn't just throwing together a random meal — he had thought about what you liked, what would make you smile. This wasn't the Minho you usually saw, the one with the sarcastic remarks and teasing smirks. This was a side of him that was intimate, thoughtful, and caring.

"I don't know what to say," you admitted, your voice almost a whisper as you looked at him.

"You don't have to say anything," Minho replied, his voice gentle. "Just enjoy it. This is for you."

And then, without another word, Minho picked up a sandwich and handed it to you. You hesitated for a moment, but then your gaze met his, and the warmth in his eyes made you smile and take the sandwich. You didn't realize how much you'd needed a day like this — simple, peaceful, and completely perfect in its own way.

The two of you ate, chatting about everything and nothing at the same time. Minho made occasional jokes, but there was an unspoken calmness in the air. You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so at ease with someone. It was like time slowed down when you were around him, and for once, there were no distractions, no pressures. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company.

Once you finished eating, Minho leaned back on the blanket, resting his arms behind his head as he stared up at the sky. You followed suit, stretching out beside him, your hands behind your head as you gazed up at the clouds.

"You know," Minho began after a few moments of silence, "I've never really done something like this before. The whole 'surprise picnic' thing. But I wanted to do something special for you."

You turned your head slightly to glance at him, your heart skipping a beat as you saw the vulnerable expression on his face. "You didn't have to, Minho. I already feel special just spending time with you."

Minho's gaze shifted to you, a faint pink creeping up his neck as his usual cocky grin returned. "Yeah, well... I can't help it. You're important to me."

His words hit you like a wave, and your breath caught in your throat. Minho had never been this open before, and for him to say something like that so casually made your heart swell. You turned your head to face him fully, your eyes locking with his, and you couldn't help but smile.

"I'm lucky to have you," you said softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand, surprised by the warmth and tenderness that radiated from him.

Minho squeezed your hand back, his smile widening. "I'm the lucky one, really."

The two of you lay there for a while longer, talking and laughing, but mostly just enjoying the quiet moments. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. It was peaceful, perfect in its simplicity, and it was all because Minho had decided to share this moment with you.

As the day came to an end, you packed up the picnic, and Minho helped you fold the blanket. He handed you the last of the cookies as you stood, his eyes soft with affection.

"Thanks for today," you said, feeling like words couldn't truly express how much the gesture meant to you. "It was perfect."

Minho simply nodded, his hand resting briefly on your shoulder before pulling away. "I'm glad you liked it."

You couldn't help but lean in, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "You're perfect."

And in that moment, Minho's heart felt full — not just because of the picnic, but because he finally realized that, for once, he didn't have to hide behind his usual sarcasm. With you, he could be soft, caring, and most importantly, real.

"I'll always try to make you feel special," he whispered, his voice quiet but sincere.

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