Stray Kids Oneshots

💙Tell Me Why (Minchan)

"How are you holding up?"

"Everything sucks. I hate everything."

"That's understandable. It's only been a couple of days since everything went down, right?"

"Yeah, but I should be over it by now. It's not like it was a serious thing or anything."

"Well, you're just saying that to try to convince yourself that it wasn't, but you know that he mattered the most to you than anyone else you knew."

"Obviously, I didn't matter to him at all if he was able to just throw me away as easily as he did."

"I don't think it was an easy choice for him to make either. He's probably hurting a lot right now too. He probably thought that it was best for you two to go separate ways for a little bit. There might be something going on that he needs to handle on his own."

"So, you're saying I was a distraction? That makes me feel so much better."

"Don't take my words out of context."

"Well, if he were going through something, he would've told me, right? That's what he should've done. He knew I'd have been there for him like I always have been. Does he not trust me anymore? Did I do something that I don't know of?"

"I'm sure that's not what it was about."

"But you don't know that for sure. Maybe I somehow pissed him off, and this is my punishment."

"You make it sound like he's a god punishing you for sinning."

"That's a pretty good analogy. Now you're getting it."

"Minho. Have you tried calling him and talking to him?"

"Hell no! I'm not insane."

"You calling him wouldn't make you insane."

"Yes, it would. I'm not trying to seem clingy or needy or anything. That would make me look like the crazy ex who can't get over a breakup."

"No. It doesn't. You wanting to find closure in this relationship doesn't make you needy or clingy. I mean, if you call him and just breathe down the phone without saying anything, I wouldn't blame him for calling you crazy. But if you just explain that you want to know why he broke up with you, I'm sure he would understand."

"You're really funny. You know that? You should do stand-up. I think you'd be good at that."

"Minho. I need you to be serious, just for a little bit."

"I am. You don't know Chan like I do. You only know him through the couple of times you've met him and from what I've told you. If you knew him as I do, you'd know that he would just jump to the conclusion that I am crazy and clingy."

"Okay. Listen, I don't think that's the case. Once again, you're probably just trying to convince yourself that it is so that you have a reason to avoid him. If you want to fix this for good, I highly recommend you give him a call."

"Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen. I don't know if you've been listening to me at all, but I'm not going to risk ruining whatever good images I have of myself stored in his mind by calling him."

Minho was currently sitting in the office that he went to every week for a therapy session. His therapist was currently having a hard time getting through to Minho. He was one of her more stubborn clients. He always put up a challenge in the office, but then when he got home, he would follow her advice and listen to her. He didn't want to seem like he cared about what she had to say, but they both knew he did.

When he got home, he did just as she had told him to do. He called Chan. It was hard for him to pick up the phone to call at first since he only ever called Chan. He texted everyone else if he was able to, but he loved hearing Chan's voice. It was soothing to him, so he would call Chan if he weren't already in Minho's presence anytime he could.

He listened to the ringing from the phone, praying that the other didn't answer. He hadn't thought of what he was going to say if he did answer. He had hit the call button as fast as he could so that he wouldn't second guess himself and chicken out. Then it went quiet for just a second, and for that short amount of time, Minho thought that God had answered his prayers. But He didn't.

"Yeah?"

Minho froze when he heard the familiar voice. This was exactly what his therapist told him not to do. It wasn't intentional, but his fight or flight kicked in, and his brain immediately chose flight.

"H-hi," Minho stuttered out, trying to force himself to speak.

"What do you need?" Chan sounded so cold compared to how he usually sounded when they talked over the phone. The circumstances were different this time around, Minho figured.

"Um... I just wanted to talk."

"About what? There's nothing to talk about," Chan deadpanned. He was clearly annoyed by Minho's call. It made Minho more nervous than he was before. He had to quickly think of something so that this call wasn't misconstrued.

"I was just wondering... It bothers me that you didn't give a proper explanation. I just want to know why," Minho pleaded, suddenly gaining courage once he started speaking.

"I told you, I just don't feel the same about you as I did. That's it. I don't know what you want from me. Did you want me to continue with a heartless and one-sided relationship? It was bound to end anyways. Just move on."

Minho seemed to be right this time. Chan did think Minho was crazy for calling him. It was also very early in the morning, and Minho had had his fair share of drinks. It was easy for Chan to tell with how Minho slurred his words together. This, of course, wasn't the first time Chan had experienced Minho drunk. From the first word Minho uttered, Chan could already tell what kind of call this was.

"How do you expect me to move on if all you say is that you didn't love me like you said you did? That shit hurt, Chan. It really hurts," Minho yelled, not satisfied with Chan's answer.

"Do you want me to be completely honest with you?" Chan asked in hopes that if he were straightforward with him, then maybe he would finally open his eyes and realize what Chan had put up with.

"Yes. That's all I want is for you to be honest with me," Minho whined.

"Okay, fine. I'll be honest. You're right in that I didn't love you. Yeah, I said I did because, at one point in our relationship, I did. I really fucking loved you, Min. You were all I could think about day in and day out. Then I don't know what happened, and you suddenly started drinking, just like you are right now. And let me tell you, you're a bitch when you're drunk. You don't remember half the shit you've said to me that I just pushed to the side because I wanted it not to be true. You told me things that I would never have expected to come out of your mouth. You would make shit up just to cause drama between us. You're not even going to remember this call, I'm sure, so I don't know what you're going to tell your therapist when she asks you how it went. There's literally no point in talking to you right now. I'm hanging up."

Minho slumped over in the chair, leaning on the table, the glass next to him empty. He thought as hard as he could about what Chan had said, but none of it made sense in his intoxicated mind.

Chan was right. He wasn't going to remember any of what was said.