ONE SHOTS🍒| STRAY KIDS

43. Overthrow the Government

Ship: MinSung
Top: Minho
Bottom: Jisung
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It started like all dangerous revolutions do: in a Starbucks.

Minho was sipping an iced Americano with the kind of intensity that screamed repressed rage. I was halfway through my second banana bread slice when he leaned over the table and said, voice low like he was revealing state secrets:

"I'm going to overthrow the government."

Naturally, I choked on banana bread.

"Excuse me?"

Minho didn't blink. "I'm serious. The system is flawed. The people are sheep. The leaders are corrupt. It's time for change."

I blinked. "You... you failed your Political Science class twice."

"Because I know too much."

That didn't make sense. But it was Minho, and making sense wasn't really a requirement for the man who once tried to deep-fry cereal "for science."

I sipped my coffee slowly. "So... what's your plan?"

He leaned in closer, eyes glinting with mad genius. "Cats."

"...What?"

"If I take power, I'll make cats the national animal of our country. Mandatory kitten therapy for all citizens. Free vet care. Cat cafés on every corner. No more red tape, only red laser pointers."

I stared at him.

Then I whispered, "I'm in."
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Jisung jolted awake. "What the fuck.." he mumbled to himself. He checked the time on his phone 2:01 a.m.

Ding "Minho💞"

A completely unhinged, 2 a.m. text from Minho.
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> Minho [2:03 a.m.]: I'm going to overthrow the government.
> Minho [2:03 a.m.]:Like actually.

Jisung, half-asleep and face-down on his pillow, blinked into the glow of his phone and squinted.

Deja vu.

"There's no fucking way..."
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> Jisung [2:05 a.m.]: what
> Jisung [2:05 a.m.]: like wdym overthrow
> Jisung [2:05 a.m.]: like... illegally?

There was a suspiciously long pause.

> Minho [2:09 a.m.]: details
> Minho [2:09 a.m.]: are irrelevant
> Minho [2:10 a.m.]: i'm making cats the national animal
> Minho [2:10 a.m.]: want in?
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And that's when Jisung knew:
He was in love with a madman.
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Jisung knocked on Minho's apartment door with a coffee in one hand and a box of Cheez-Its in the other.

Minho opened the door looking like a villain from a French noir film: dark robe, wet hair, a cat draped over one shoulder. Dori, the smug tabby, blinked like he was in on the secret.

"You came," Minho said, deadpan.

"You texted me cat-based treason, and I couldn't sleep after that. What did you expect?"

"A man with taste," Minho said, smirking slightly. "Come in. We have a revolution to plan."

Minho sprawled on his couch with a whiteboard, one marker, and zero regard for realism.

"First, we hack the national archives and replace all photos of bald eagles with majestic cats."

Jisung tilted his head. "That doesn't seem like it would change much?"