minsung one shots

bows and oranges

ⁿᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ
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fluff / 3931
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ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ʷʰᵒ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈᵈᵈ
ʸᵉᵃʰ ᵐᵉ' ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᶜᵒʳʳᵉᶜᵗˡʸ
ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ⁱᵈᵏ ʷʰʸ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒ
ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒᵒ

the plan had been simple. picnic at the lake. nothing fancy - just some homemade food, a few cold drinks, maybe a frisbee or two. chan had been the one to suggest it, and everyone, for once, had agreed without much protest.

it was rare, getting all eight of them together without someone running late or backing out at the last minute, but today looked promising. the sun was out, the weather was perfect, and the group chat had actually gone quiet for once, which usually meant everyone was already getting ready.

minho was halfway through brushing the cat hair off his shorts when jisung barged into his room uninvited, which wasn’t anything new. jisung never knocked, never waited, never cared much for personal boundaries. he burst through the door like he owned the place, which, technically, he didn’t. but he stayed over often enough that minho had started to forget which drawers actually belonged to him.

“minhooo,” jisung sang, drawing out the syllables as he stepped in, hands behind his back.

“no,” minho said immediately, not even looking up.

jisung paused. “i didn’t say anything yet!”

“you’re using that voice,” minho replied, finally glancing at him through the mirror. “and you’ve got that face. the one where you're about to make me do something stupid.”

jisung pouted. “it’s not stupid. it’s cute.”

“worse,” minho muttered.

jisung walked further in, revealing what he’d been hiding behind his back: a hair bow - pink. soft, baby pink. the kind of pink that burned itself into your retinas.

minho stared.

“no,” he said again, this time with more finality.

“jisung, i’m not gonna wear this,” he added, even though jisung hadn’t handed him anything yet.

jisung blinked. “i was gonna ask, not force you.”

“same thing.”

jisung’s lower lip immediately jutted out into an exaggerated pout. “hyuunng,” he whined, stepping closer, eyes getting all glassy and dramatic like he was about to cry on command. he wasn’t. minho knew that for a fact. jisung didn’t cry unless something really serious happened - like burning a grilled cheese. this was pure performance.

“no.” minho’s arms crossed over his chest. he dug his heels in.

jisung was sulking now, the bow still dangling from his hands. “you’re mean.”

“i’m realistic,” minho shot back with a scoff. “i’m not showing up with a bow in my hair, jisung. pink bow, jisung.” his tone was flat, deadpan.

jisung’s pout deepened, if that was even physically possible. “but it goes well with your outfit,” he insisted, bouncing a little as he pointed to the pink bow. “and we’re gonna match!” jisung added brightly, and then pointed to his own hair, where the green one was already clipped in place.