Mischief Managed (Stray Kids Oneshots)

Wacky Fashion Show | Han Jisung

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when Han burst into your room, an excited gleam in his eye. "Okay, I've got an idea. A really fun idea!" he said, practically bouncing on his heels.

You raised an eyebrow, unsure of what his latest "fun idea" could be. Han had a way of dragging you into his spontaneous plans, and you always ended up having a blast, even if you weren't entirely sure where you were going with it.

"What's going on?" you asked, setting down the book you'd been reading. "What's your grand idea this time?"

Han grinned from ear to ear. "A fashion show," he said with a dramatic flair. "But not just any fashion show. A completely offbeat, crazy, out-of-this-world fashion show!"

You stared at him for a moment, not sure whether he was serious. "A fashion show? Like... on the runway?" you asked skeptically.

"No, no. Even better," he replied, clearly already imagining the fun of it all. "We're going to create the wildest, most ridiculous outfits possible—things that nobody would ever think to wear together. Mismatched prints, clashing colors, ridiculous accessories. And then we're going to strut our stuff in a public park."

You blinked, processing the idea. "Wait. You want us to walk around in public, looking like... what, exactly? Fashion disasters?"

Han's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Exactly! A fashion disaster... but make it fabulous."

Despite your initial hesitation, something about Han's infectious enthusiasm made you agree. "Alright, alright. Let's do it. But you're styling me, right?" you said, tossing your hands up in mock surrender.

"Yes!" Han exclaimed, almost too eagerly. "I'll pull out all the stops. You won't know what hit you."

Together, you rummaged through your closets, Han tossing clothes aside with abandon as he picked out mismatched patterns, colorful pieces, and accessories that, on their own, seemed to have no business being together. Neon green socks paired with a bright purple skirt. A striped button-up shirt layered over a polka-dot dress. Accessories that had no place in the same outfit—oversized sunglasses, a rainbow-colored scarf, and a feathered hat that screamed "too much" from the moment you laid eyes on it.

Han, of course, was not immune to the absurdity of it all. He threw on a pair of denim shorts over bright red pants, a floral vest, and a furry blue hat. The whole outfit was a disaster, but in the best way possible.

Once you were both dressed in your outlandish creations, you looked at each other in the mirror. You couldn't help but burst into laughter. There was no way this was going to be a serious fashion moment—but that was exactly the point.

Han looked at you with a grin, adjusting his ridiculous hat. "This is the best thing I've ever seen. We're basically trendsetters."

"Trendsetters?" you laughed. "More like walking disasters."

"No way! We're pushing the boundaries of fashion," Han insisted, striking a pose in front of the mirror. "Now, let's take this to the streets. The world needs to see our creativity."

Before you could protest, Han was already pulling you out of the house and toward the nearest public park, completely unbothered by the odd looks you both were getting from passersby. With each step, the absurdity of it all grew, but the excitement was contagious.

The park was surprisingly busy for a Sunday afternoon, with people lounging on benches, jogging on the paths, and families enjoying the sunny day. Han, being Han, was undeterred. He grabbed your hand and led you straight to the center of the park, where you both could have an audience for your impromptu fashion show.

"You ready?" Han asked, his grin practically glowing.

"Ready for the weirdest thing I've ever done, sure," you replied, shaking your head.

And then, just like that, you both began strutting through the park. You threw your arms out dramatically, walking like you were on a runway. Han followed, completely confident in his ridiculous ensemble, his steps exaggerated as he turned his head and posed like he was the star of a high-fashion photoshoot.

As you made your way through the park, people started to notice. Some stopped mid-step to look, while others giggled, clearly unsure of what to make of the two of you. A couple of kids pointed and whispered to their parents, and one person even clapped in amusement.

You and Han kept going, laughing so hard that it was difficult to maintain your "models" expressions. The more you laughed, the more you felt a sense of freedom, as if the absurdity of it all was somehow liberating. Here you were, strutting through a public park, dressed like you'd raided the clearance section of a costume shop, and you didn't care what anyone thought.

The combination of ridiculous outfits and genuine fun made you feel more confident than you expected. In a way, you were celebrating being unapologetically yourselves, embracing how silly and unconventional the moment was. You didn't have to worry about anyone judging you. You were just two friends having the time of your lives, creating something ridiculous and beautiful together.

After a few laps through the park, you stopped and doubled over in laughter, unable to keep it in anymore. Han joined you, wiping a tear from his eye as he gasped for breath.

"That was... honestly, I feel great!" you said, catching your breath. "I never thought walking around looking like this could be so much fun."

Han gave a satisfied nod. "I told you! It's all about confidence, my friend. Once you stop caring what people think, it's like... you're free to be whoever you want."

You both took a few moments to catch your breath, still giggling as you surveyed your surroundings. People were still staring, but instead of feeling embarrassed, you just felt proud. You'd created something completely random and spontaneous, but in doing so, you felt more in touch with your own creativity and self-expression than ever before.

"I think we just made history," Han said, putting his arm around you with a grin. "Fashion's never seen anything like this."

"History, huh?" you chuckled, looking down at your mismatched outfit. "Yeah, I think we'll be remembered for this."

"Definitely," Han said with a wink, before striking yet another ridiculous pose.

The two of you stood there, laughing at how absurd the situation was but also realizing how much you'd gained from it. Creativity, confidence, and the joy of embracing the weirdness of life. The fashion show might have been a joke, but the memories of that spontaneous, offbeat day would stay with you forever.