Troubled Youth || Stray Kids

Another Bonus

Hey there. How's it going? Here's a chapter that's not even a chapter after like 3 months of silence. You're welcome :)

In all seriousness, there's only a few more chapters but I've have had writers block since 2021 fucking started to sorry but here.
Small warning for Bad Think for a little bit in the middle of the chapter, and a pov of the end of the fight at the beginning. Be safe!

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The school halls were more filled than usual, and it didn't take a genius to figure out why. He could hear the shouting from ahead that signaled another fight in the school halls. Chan prayed to any god that might be listening that it wasn't Minho or any of his boys, that was involved. His prayers were not answered when he approached the crowd to hear yells of "get him, Minho!" And "Minho stop!" as was typical in a fight. What really surprised him was the cry of "Seungmin! Stop! He's down, please stop!" From a voice he recognized as Jisung. Were Minho and Seugmin finally brawling each other? The tension between them had always been high after what happened to Hyunjin, but Chan couldn't have predicted they would snap in the middle of the hall.

He reached the small crowd of people just as the security guards did, unable to see through the mess of bodies all trying to watch the fight. Eventually, the crowd backed up enough for Chan to see Seungmin, standing over a bloodied body that was decidedly not Minho, as Minho was being dragged away from a sobbing Jisung, who was wrapped in Felix's arms. He couldn't see Felix's expression, but the shock, fear, and pain written on Minho's face felt like a cold bucket of water down Chan's back. Minho had never looked like that after a fight, only mildly bothered or a bit proud.

He pushed through the slowly dispersing crowd to reach the twins, who were still watching Minho get dragged away. Or, Felix was watching. Jisung's sobs could be heard even over the noisy kids still filling the hallways. He finally reached the duo with the last shove and reached for Felix. When his hand settled on the younger Australian's shoulder, Felix jumped and turned to face Chan with a determined glint in his eyes, almost hiding the glossiness of unshed tears. Chan's heart seized looking at the two boys.

"Come on," Chan said softly, nodding towards the staircase. Felix nodded slowly.

Chan started towards the stairs, creating a small path through the last few people that remained. The pull of Felix's hand on the corner of his shirt reassured Chan that the two younger boys were following.

By the time they reached the top of the staircase, the hallways were mostly clear, with the occasional student walking around with a bored expression. Felix let go of Chan's shirt to wrap his arm around Chans, walking side by side while still holding Jisung close. Chan didn't take his eyes off the two boys, his chest tightening to see both boys so afraid.

Finally ushering them into his room, he closed the door gently and tugged both boys to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as if he could protect them from everything that would hurt them. He knew that, logically, he couldn't always be there. Jisung was still crying and Felix was sniffling, so he kept his arms around them, very slowly shuffling across the small room to the nearest bed.

When the cries quieted and he felt the boys were okay enough to let go of, he loosened his arms and stood up. Or tried to, as Jisung's fists balling up his shirt and Felix looked so worried that Chan was leaving.

"Let go, Sung, I'm not going anywhere," Chan said softly, as though talking to a spooked animal. Jisung let go with a quickly muttered apology.

Chan smiled and stood up properly. He raided the second bed and the wardrobe, which carried pillows and blankets that Chan had collected over time. Satisfied with his collected materials, he waddled over to the awaiting boys and set the soft pile down. He arranged the pliant boys with ease, tucking them into the bed that was slowly becoming an unsightly mound of soft textiles. The boys were comfortable, and that was what mattered.