Stray Kids Oneshots

🖤Pop Pop Bang Bang (Minchan)

(EDITED) Here is a quickie that I just thought of. It's based on the song "Pop Pop Bang Bang" by Chantal Claret (not that great of a person. This was written before anything had come out about her or her husband)

It's only a little over 500 words, so really short.

Also, some T/W for this story: guns, blood, violence, etc. anything along those lines

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I probably shouldn't be doing this. Actually, I know I shouldn't be doing this. This was something I know I'm going to end up regretting in the future, but so be it. It feels like the right thing to do.

The pistol in my hand feels really nice for some reason. I never liked the feeling of guns, I could barely look at one without freaking out, but here I am, holding one, and enjoying it. Sure, I may be acting like a psycho right now, but it was justified. If he wasn't a dumb cheater, almost begging to be caught, I wouldn't be standing here like this.

Not only was he cheating on me, but he made it so painfully obvious. He would leave his phone open on the texts between the two of them, he would stay late after work every night, take his phone calls every time he called, which was usually during one of our dates. It's almost like it was all planned for this to happen.

But I'm sure he didn't plan for this. He didn't plan on being held at gunpoint.

"I got six friends here that all know your name and that you're a cheater and they have no mercy like me. How many do you want to meet?" I asked.

"Please, please, I'm sorry. Please don't do this. I'm begging you," Chan pleaded. There are tears streaming down his face and he is shaking from the fear that has taken over his body. He is begging like his life depends on it. Well, it kind of does. Watching him fall apart right in front of me was something that I never thought I would be able to see, but here it is. The spectacle of the show.

"That's not what I asked, Channie," I responded. I am fed up now, not getting the answers I want. He's sobbing on his knees, not fighting back.

"Please, Minho. I don't want to meet any! I just want to leave!"

"You and I both know that's not gonna happen. Now answer the question. How many?"

He doesn't respond. I roll my eyes as I lower my hand, not dropping it completely. I squeeze the trigger, hearing the loud bang followed by Chan's yell. His leg starts to bleed and I feel pride. I did that. I made him bleed. I made him pay. But I'm not done. He still hasn't learned I'm sure.

"You've met one. Now, I'll ask again. How many more?"

"Fuck! Minho, stop! Please. I'm sorry. I don't know what you want me to do here."

I move the gun to aim it at his other leg and squeeze. Another loud bang and yell. More blood. This is fun. I'm not regretting this at all. He isn't dead yet, so he shouldn't be complaining. If I wanted to, I could've killed him, but I didn't. I'm letting him live. He'll at least have a reminder not to cheat again. I'm sure that when he wakes up every morning in the future, seeing and feeling what I have left him with will be a good reminder of what I and many others are capable of.