Stay ~ A Stray Kids Fanfic

Chan

Chan's POV
Same Night

     When Felix dropped me off first, I was sad to see him go so soon. I made sure to give him a quick hug from across the council before returning back to the hell hole that was my home. Sometimes, it sure didn't feel like home. Crouched beside a boxcar and spray painting with Changbin or swimming in a pool with everyone felt more like home. I'll have to be sure to set up another gathering together tomorrow.

     My steps stop at the screen door covered in random punctures and cracks of paint. Felix has already driven away. The second I step foot into the house, I feel the the cold, empty atmosphere hit me like a thousand bricks. Everyone went to bed. 'Thank god.'

The kitchen is left in the mess it's usually in: dishes stacked high in the sink, the table littered in dinner's crumbs, and, of course, empty beer bottles toppled beside the bin. The moonlight was able to crawl through the window by the sink. I reach for the top cabinet and reach around until a box is felt.

I pull out a single cigarette and light it with the box of matches my mother uses for her sticks of escape. I ditch the old match in the sink, the smoke slithering up into the ceiling and scattering amongst the moonlight.

Felix was stuck on my mind. The way we were so alike and similar, it was almost refreshing. Never had I ever had someone rescue me from a situation like that. If I even called my brother or sister, they probably wouldn't have even picked up. It's all that studying they do. All the hard work they have put in to get the perfect life.

I let the cigarette drag on for a big breath until every inch of my lungs is devoured in smoke. Just then, my anger is cleared up by the vibration of my phone.

I hold it up to my ear without a second thought. "Hello?" I puff a few more times before disposing the bud in the sink. My mom wouldn't even be able to tell which one's hers or not anyways.

"Hey, you left your duffle in the car," Changbin's voice sounds from the other end. I smile at the sound and meander to the front door. As if on cue, I see a pair of headlights on the curb.

"Shit, I forgot about that." Feeling around my pockets, I notice my wallet gone as well. "You wanna bring that inside?"

He chuckles from the other end. "Yeah, I'm close," he says. Opening the door, I topple down the stairs and towards the car. "I think you forgot your wallet too. Don't worry. I'm a few blocks away now."

It must've been the alcohol, or maybe the cigarette...or fucking both. I draw back a few steps. The man steps out of the car wearing the same white button-up and black pants. A holster is strapped to his side, a gun peeking out from the top.

"Christopher Bang, my name is Hwang Minjun and I'm with the South Korean police department of Seoul-"

"Chan? Are you there?"

My heart starts hammering uncontrollably, my fingers let the phone slip from my hands. "You're the fucking cop, aren't you? From not even an hour ago?" My voice is somewhat strong for how terrified I am. Any sudden noises could wake my father and the demon that's swelled inside him. My mother wouldn't hear the end of it, and I wouldn't feel the end of it.

His slim eyes go even thinner in a sly glare. "Mister Bang, I'm going to need you to come to the station with me." His voice is taunting with venom and he steps closer. I take a step back out of instinct. "I don't want to make this any harder than it need to be-"

"No! No, I refuse to-I refuse to go away." What was I saying? My head started spinning, taking the twilight surroundings with it. "Damn it," I mutter and step back once more, finally hitting the rustic railing of the porch.