kpop oneshots

idk (skz)

GROUP: STRAY KIDS
SHIP: no ship??
TW?: idek this is ai generated
word count: 1012
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Seungmin sat cross-legged on the dusty attic floor, surrounded by a sea of forgotten boxes and discarded trinkets. He was a small, unassuming boy with a mop of unruly black hair that always seemed to have a mind of its own. His eyes, a piercing shade of brown, darted around the room with the curiosity of a cat. Each object he touched whispered secrets of the past to his eager fingertips.

Above, the sound of footsteps grew louder, and a shadow fell across the floorboards. It was Jisung, his older brother, a towering figure in the doorway with broad shoulders and a stern gaze. "What are you doing up here?" he asked, his voice echoing through the attic.

Seungmin looked up, his eyes wide with excitement. Seungmin scrambled to his feet, his heart racing faster than the beating of a hummingbird's wings. "I just wanted to explore," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Remember some old toys, maybe." Jisung's eyes softened at the sight of his younger sibling's innocent curiosity, and he stepped into the room, the floorboards groaning beneath his weight.

The attic was a treasure trove of their shared childhood, a time capsule filled with memories that had been buried under layers of dust and cobwebs. Jisung couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia as he scanned the familiar jumble of objects.

He knelt down and began to dig through a box, his hands uncovering a faded baseball cap and a collection of action figures. "I used to play with these all the time," he murmured, the corners of his mouth turning up in a wistful smile.

Seungmin watched him with admiration, his eyes reflecting the excitement of discovering a new chapter in his brother's life. "You were so cool," he said, picking up a battered toy spaceship. "You had so many friends, and you were the best at baseball." Jisung chuckled, shaking his head.

"Those days seem like a lifetime ago, Seungmin. We've both changed a lot since then."He handed the spaceship to Seungmin, who studied it with awe, his imagination already racing with tales of cosmic adventures. "Why don't we play with these again?" he suggested, hope sparkling in his eyes.

Jisung's smile grew, and for a moment, he considered it. But the weight of their current reality sank in, and his expression grew serious. "We're not kids anymore," he said gently. "We have responsibilities now."

Seungmin's shoulders slumped. He knew his brother was right. They had inherited the family's struggling convenience store after their parents had passed away, leaving them little time for child's play. Still, he couldn't help the pang of sadness that tugged at his heart. "But it's just for a little while," he protested, clutching the toy tightly.

Jisung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know," he said, his eyes scanning the cluttered space. "But we can't ignore our duties forever." He picked up a dusty photo album from a nearby shelf and blew the dust off the cover. "Remembering is good," he said, "but we also need to move forward." He flipped open the album, revealing a snapshot of the two of them, grinning ear to ear on a trip to the amusement park.

Seungmin looked at the picture and felt a warmth spread through him. He missed those carefree days, when the biggest decision was which ride to go on next. But he knew Jisung was right. They had bills to pay and a store to run. With a sigh, he set the spaceship down and moved to sit beside his brother.

Together, they began to flip through the pages of the photo album, each picture a gateway to a different memory. They laughed at their old school photos, marveled at how much they had grown, and grew quiet at the sight of their parents' faces. Their mother's smile was as bright as the sun, and their father's eyes held a wisdom that seemed to reach out to them from the pages.

As they continued, they stumbled upon a photograph of the two of them standing proudly in front of their first lemonade stand. It was a simpler time, before the burden of the family business had settled upon their shoulders. "Do you remember when we used to do that?" Seungmin asked, pointing to the photo. Jisung nodded, a smile playing at his lips.

"We thought we were going to be millionaires."Jisung's gaze grew distant as he stared at the image. "I wish we could go back to those days," he murmured. "Everything was so much easier." Seungmin leaned into his brother's side, feeling the warmth of his presence. "We can still have fun," he said, trying to lift the mood. "We just have to make time for it."Jisung nodded, his eyes lingering on the photo.

"You're right," he said, closing the album with a snap. He stood up, dusting off his pants. "But first, we need to get the store ready for the festival tomorrow." The annual neighbourhood festival was a big deal for their business, a chance to boost sales and connect with the community. It was a lot of work, but it also brought a sense of joy and camaraderie that was otherwise lacking in their daily routines.

Seungmin reluctantly followed his brother out of the attic, the nostalgic warmth of their shared memories giving way to the stark reality of their responsibilities. As they descended the creaky stairs, Jisung put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey," he said, "why don't we set up a game stall at the festival?"
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tried an ai generator for this, not sure how i feel about the outcome. but i also did not read this so i have no clue what its like, or if it contains any triggering topics. if it does, please notify me so i can make the necessary changes, i dont want want anyone to feel uncomfortable in the slightest while reading my work.