Stray kids oneshots (requests closed rn!)

❅ The intertidal attachment of snowflakes and sea ❅

-Minsung
-Demi-Sexual Jisung
-Secret Relationship
-Lots of fluff with some angst

Merry Christmas 🎄
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The screeching of the breaks and the hiss of the train brought Minho out of his current daydream. Outside the snow was falling, not heavily but Minho knew by nighttime there would be a small layer of snow on the ground. Quickly hopping up, the boy grabbed his suitcase from the railings behind him. There would be no way he'd drift from sitting besides his luggage if he could help it. He'd heard too many stories from Jisung about how the boy had either forgotten his bag on the train or someone had nicked it.

The doors beeped open and Minho lugged his suitcase down the few steps onto the platform. It was only half covered and so the boy made quick steps to a set of seats protected by the snow to sort out his belongings. He had one large suitcase, which was half packed with gifts rather than clothes. His rucksack that carried all his electronics and more precious items was slung over his shoulder. He tugged his coat closer before he dragged his suitcase towards the deserted station exit.
All the times the black haired boy had come to the station in his lifetime he never saw more than ten people there. That was including the five members of staff who sat at the ticket office, manned the barriers and helped with the signalling of the trains —well train— the small coastal town Minho grew-up in only had two platforms. Usually only with one train an hour. Sometimes two if they were particularly lucky. The journey from Seoul to his hometown always took at most six hours on a good day. Often having to change trains three times with long waits in between.

Dragging his suitcase up the stairs was always the worst part. They had no elevator at the station. Which always made Minho grit his teeth and roll his eyes whenever he came back for the holidays. He distinctly remembers when Jisung had spotted a squirrel in a tree when he was younger and decided to climb after the poor creature. The branches weren't strong and under Jisung's weight had snapped and he had broken his ankle. Going on trips outside of their town had become impossible because Jisung would complain about walking down and up the dreaded steps at the train station every time they had ventured near them when he was hobbling on crutches.

Scanning his ticket through the barriers and heading over to the pick-up area he could already spot his parents' red car parked up. It wasn't hard to spot considering it was the only car in the small area. He had barely taken a foot towards the car before his mum had jumped out and was rushing towards him in a hurry.

"My poor baby! You must be freezing."

Minho let his mum fiddle around with the hat he was wearing and pulled his jacket closer to him. A small whack on his hands, "Why aren't you wearing gloves you silly boy! You'll freeze to death in no time."

Minho let out a small whine as he followed his mum towards the car, "I'm twenty-eight. I'm not going to freeze to death because of some snow and nippy weather."

"Well, don't blame me if you wake up with a cold. You should've at least worn a scarf." Minho's mum tutted and shook her head as she climbed into the driver's seat as Minho dropped his bags into the boot of the car.

"Dad is still at work?" Minho asked as he hopped into the front of the car.

Minho's mum gave a small hum as she started up the car and began the drive back to their house. It wasn't too far, if Minho didn't have his suitcase he could've walked the twenty minutes. But he doubts his parents would let him wander home regardless of the weather or his baggage.

"How was the journey? I saw that one of the trains was delayed?" Minho nodded and fiddled with his phone to check if Jisung had replied to his message. With his exams coming up Minho was worried that he would end up skipping out on his meals to study instead.