Stray Kids Oneshots

💙Da, Mama (Changjin)

This story is based on the song Da, Mama by Delia. It is a Romanian song, but it is amazing. I love it so much. I love Delia, in general, a lot. This song is (as far as I'm aware) about a breakup and she gets drunk after, and basically, she knows that her mom would be scolding her for doing so, but she's like, "Yeah, I know you'd be upset, but you can't tell me that you haven't done the same thing." Idk it's just a good song.

I'm also sorry for writing a lot of angsty stuff lately. I will try to write some more fluff. I have a couple ideas in mind, but I have to flesh them out first to see if they will even work.

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Hyunjin was at his apartment, a bitter feeling growing inside toward his now ex-boyfriend, Changbin. He picked up the glass of wine, taking much more than a small sip. He didn't particularly like the taste of the cheap wine, but it was all he had at the moment. He was intent on forgetting about today, hoping that the contents of the bottle would aid him in doing so. He set the glass on the coffee table in front of him and laid down on the couch, recalling the cruel reason that he was behaving the way he was.

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Changbin had called Hyunjin over to his house. He told him that they needed to talk. Hyunjin didn't know what it was about and was thoroughly confused, but he still complied, always wanting to appease his lover.

When he got to Changbin's house, he walked in and sat down on the sofa next to the man that had called him over. He seemed rather stiff than usual, not moving too much. He would usually be all over Hyunjin when he was over, but today was different. Changbin didn't go to hug Hyunjin as soon as he walked in, and even when he sat down, Changbin didn't move. Hyunjin wasn't sure if he should be the one to initiate some form of touch. It was like they had just met and were scared of embarrassing themselves rather than knowing each other and dating for over a year.

The atmosphere of the whole situation was awkward for several minutes. No one was talking or moving, neither man knowing how to start or what to do.

"Did you, um... Did you need something?" Hyunjin asked, being the first to speak. He felt nervous and spoke softly as if he were in a library and would get scolded for being too loud. He knew something was wrong, but he didn't know how to approach the situation, since he wasn't completely sure of what exactly was wrong.

Changbin swallowed hard, nodding. He was scared and not sure how to say what he wanted to. He didn't want to hurt the other, and he knew that what he was doing was the best thing for both of them in the long run, but it crushed his heart knowing that Hyunjin was going to be hurt no matter how he put it.

"Yeah," Changbin said, looking up at Hyunjin. He forced himself to make eye contact. He desperately wanted to avoid it, but he knew he couldn't. "We need to stop."

Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows together, confused at that statement. "What do you mean 'we need to stop'?"

"This," Changbin answered, waving his hand between the two to physically meant. "This needs to end. We need to end."

Hyunjin could feel all sorts of emotions rising through his system, but the strongest of all, grief. He understood what Changbin meant, but he wished he didn't. He wished that he had been busy and wasn't able to come over-anything to avoid hearing those words come out of Changbin's mouth.

He could feel tears about to breach when he spoke.

"What? W-why? What's going on?"

Changbin threw his head back and took a deep breath in, not wanting to continue the conversation. He wasn't angry or annoyed, but the anxiety he was feeling was stressing him out.