Stray Kids Oneshots

💙Radio Silence Pt. 2 | Minchan

Well, this was unexpected. Idk I've just been wanting to write sad stuff since that's pretty much the only thing on my mind rn. I've tried writing happier stories, but it's just not flowing atm, so sad story it is! It's also pretty short and mostly just exposition. Basically, just how Minho is dealing after Chan's death. The ending kinda sucks, so, sorry about that...

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Months passed. Nothing changed. Minho stayed holed up in the house, not leaving to even say hi to his friends or family once in a while. After Chan died in the U.S and not being able to say goodbye to him, there wasn't much he could do. He'd be lying to himself if he said that he hadn't contemplated his life multiple times. How could he not? His fiancé and his band fucking died halfway across the world, and he didn't even get the chance to say goodbye or I love you one final time. How was he supposed to go on?

There were many sleepless nights, terrified of going to sleep in case he missed an important phone call about someone else. He hated that he couldn't predict when something was going to happen to someone else that he cared about. He was always on edge whenever his parents called, or his friends called to check-in. Especially Seungmin.

He hated every time Seungmin called. He loved his friend, but seeing his name pop up on his screen brought him back to that day that he wanted to forget. He hated hearing Seungmin's voice through the phone. He loved Seungmin but yet hated him.

Alcohol became a close friend. At least that way, he'd be able to sleep through the night without worry. He wouldn't be able to wake up to a phone call about someone dying because he was too intoxicated to do literally anything. Unfortunately, his mind would still be active while he was sleeping.

There Chan was on stage with his bandmates in all their glory. He was meant for the stage. The way his skin shone with sweat from the lights beating down on the stage, the heavy breathing in the microphone every time a song ended, the way he'd push his hair soaked with sweat out of his face. Everything about him was irresistible and attractive, and he was all Minho's.

Minho got him after the show ended. He got to see him smiling, see him at his happiest, see him when he reached a new achievement. He got to see Chan when no one else could. Chan was his, and he was Chan's.

Whenever he had those dreams, he never wanted to wake up. He got to see his fiancé again. He got to see him once more, and he never wanted the moment to end. He dreaded waking up. That was the worst part of the day---waking up. Whether it was in the morning, the afternoon, or the evening. It was always painful to wake up and not be next to Chan.

Even when Chan was on tour, he hated waking up alone. But he knew that he'd be back eventually after, and they could be in each other's arms for however long they wanted. But that wasn't the case any longer. He was never going to see or feel or hear Chan again. He had photos, videos, and audio recordings, but none of them ever compared to the real Chan. Nothing could compare to how gruff and soft his voice was when he woke up. How fluffy his hair was when he let it dry curly. How strong his muscles were after working out. How soft his skin was after applying his favorite lotion. Nothing could compare to Chan in person.

Nothing.

Today, it was raining. How fitting. It had been exactly six months since he got the phone call from Seungmin. He spent the morning scrolling through his text messages to and from Chan rather than drinking water or eating.

June 15th, 2021

Hi baby❤
2:34 PM

Hiiii
2:35 PM

What are you doing?
2:37 PM

Waiting for you to get back
What else?
2:38 PM

I'll be home soon dw!!! Just a
few more days. I miss you so much☹️
2:40 PM

How do you think I feel? I miss you too. I'll be the first to see you when you get back though
I'll make sure of that!
2:41 PM

I'm looking forward to it. I just
want to see you again
2:41 PM

Video call?
2:43 PM

Aren't you at work?
2:44 PM

Ehhh work can wait. You can't
2:45 PM

Video call with Channie❤❤ started at 2:46 PM

Video call with Channie❤❤ ended at 10:27 PM

That's how most of their conversations went. They'd say hello, say that they missed each other, and then end up video chatting until the late hours of the night, even if their time zones were completely different. Both of them would sacrifice sleep for the other if it meant getting to see each other.

Minho couldn't do that anymore, though. He couldn't just call Chan and expect him to pick up any longer. He could send as many text messages as he wanted, but he would never get a response. Chan wasn't going to respond to him.

There was an investigation out for the band's murder. The investigators still hadn't figured out who it was. After the first two months, Minho had stopped waiting for updates and hoping that Chan and his band would finally get the justice that they deserved. He figured if they found something, they would notify him. It wasn't that he didn't want to know right away, but he couldn't spend his time waiting for something that might never come.

He had the day off from work today, and while most people would be ecstatic about that, he dreaded it. Work was his distraction. The thing that finally took his mind off Chan for a little bit. But he couldn't do that today. And it wasn't like Chan had a gravesite that Minho could go to and visit. He couldn't do anything but wallow in his emotions and be miserable for the day. This day of all days, too. Why not tomorrow? Why not yesterday? Why did he have the six-month anniversary of his fiancee's death off?

December 15th, 2021

I miss you
9:31 AM

He knew that he wasn't going to get a response. He's known for the past six months. But that wasn't going to stop him from sending him messages every day. Not until someone eventually gets his number renewed and he gets a text saying that he has the wrong number. But until that time, he was going to keep messaging Chan's number every day.