Autumn Stray Kids Drabbles🍂🍁

2. Rain. Minho

You're running. Legs painfully hitting the pavement, lungs ready to explode from the lack of air, your face, wet, and you make up, smudged.

"Minho, damn it!"

You hate it when he suddenly gets all playful. No, you love it, but today you hate it. The rain is too heavy, the drops are too big and cold, hitting your forehead, and you just can't find the right word to swear. And you want to swear too fucking much.

"Minho, please, I'm cold!" You exhale exhaustedly, bending down. No, you can't run anymore. Your lungs are giving up. "Minho!"

"Looser," he comes suddenly. The moment later he was ahead of you, running away, feet splashing in puddles. But now he's behind your back, hands snaking around your waist where your shirt became wet and got stuck to your stomach. "You're a total loser," he chuckles with satisfaction, pulling you closer to his chest, putting his coat around your shoulders. "You're so slow–"

"Shut up," you hiss in return, pushing him away. The weight of his coat fills good on your shoulders, and you put your hands in its sleeves, hugging your frozen body.

Yes, you hate it when Minho gets playful. And yes, you hate it when he gets playful in the rain. But the scent of his cologne hits your nose, and your hands feel too cozy hiding in his big pockets, and for a second, just for a second, you love it. Minho, playing. And the rain.