Kpop boyxboy Oneshots

Minsung / Stray Kids / Die

Requested by @Linos5thkittycat

A laugh escaped Minho as soon as he read the chat, Stays overreacting and basically spamming about the little tiny detail he held back from them.

'What did you do with Jisung yesterday?'

'Wait so Minsung is real?'

'Minho, tell us what happened!'

'What happened after that cut?!'

Minho just continued on giggling. Maybe he could say a little something. Just a little hint? This was all still fun and games, nothing serious. Besides, Jisung didn't care anyways. And management —or actually the nice looking staff member sitting behind the phone that currently filmed the vlive— would get over it. Not like this hadn't happened before.

With a smirk, Minho leaned closer to the phone, broad shoulders filling out the whole frame before mumbling, "We had fun," and sitting back again. Another look at the staff member reassured Minho that she was still pretty much asleep. Hallelujah.

When he looked back at the comments, it seemed like Stay had already found a new topic he should tell them about. Spilling the tea had never been Minho's intention, but he had to admit it was kinda fun, this whole Katz-und-Maus-Spiel (if anyone knows the English expression, tell me please). So it was on him to talk about the stage outfits for their thunderous performance.

As always, Minho didn't like to be dishonest, instead straight out saying, "I didn't like Chan's outfit."

Wrong move. Extremely wrong move. Minho could see within seconds how the chat turned against him.

'You didn't look any better.'

He hadn't meant to be mean, hadn't meant to be rude.

'Oh my god, how can he be so rude?'

He just totally thought those bandages around the chiddies (chan-tiddies, get it?) where ridiculous.

'Why would you disrespect your leader like this?'

It could always be a little too much and his poor leader had to walk around, looking like someone threw toilet paper over his shoulders after he had a bike accident or something.

'Chan was hot. Can't say the same about you, fatty.'

No, Minho did not like Chan's stage outfit.

'Well, just saying, Minho couldn't even wear that with his lack of muscles and his tummy bulging out like that.'

Jisung was a whole different story, that boy could wear literally anything and the pirate look- he looked like a cute little baby pirate when he had hugged his knees on the floor before the stage performance and just smiled a little.

'I don't like him.'

'At this point, why am I even watching this vlive?'

'Die.'

Minho almost choked. Something similar to a crashing weight settled on his chest. But the comments didn't lessen even a little bit in their brutality.

Weight. Appearance. Death.

Surely, they hadn't meant that. Or had they? Minho's smile faltered a little, the smirk now gone. He felt cold.

"I gotta go, have a nice day Stay!"

With one last wink Minho leaned forwards, tapping on the screen until it finally -finally - turned off.