Harmless || Stray Kids ✔️

22

When I wake, Changbin is still sleeping. Our hands slipped apart through the night. I watch his chest rise and fall; it makes me think about Jeongin.

I need to tell them today. The hiatus. It seems pointless now. There's only two of us left. It'll be good for us, I hope. Give us time to go home and relax. Reassure ourselves that it's okay.

Shouting from outside of my room startles me. I shake Bin's shoulder. He squeeze his eyes shut before opening them.

"I hear shouting. Do you?"

We hear something crash against the floor, and that makes us both jump to our feet. When we reach the living room, Jisung and Minho are screaming at each other.

"Guys! Stop it!" I yell, grasping Jisung's shoulder. He grabs my hand, shoving me off.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

"What's going on?" Changbin interrupts. "What happened?" He looks at Minho.

"Oh, fucking finally! You're supposed to be the one who protects us! Where were you?!" He growls, taking a step forward toward me.

"Whoa, what? What are you talking about?"

"Where the fuck were you, Chan! Where were you when Jeongin was crying his eyes out? Where were you when Jisung was drowning in his bedroom? You could've easily prevented this. But you let it happen because you're so fucking selfish! You think you can be successful on your own? Ha! Who would support someone who's such a fuck up?"

"Minho, that's enough," Changbin steps up.

"No, he's right," Jisung says, glaring at the floor. "Minho is right. You're the worst leader. Who the fuck chose you anyway?"

Bang.

Changbin glances at me, worry seeping into his facial expression. "Chan, is this-"

"I guess so."

"What do we-"

My head snaps toward him when he stops in the middle of his sentence. His expression changes. He looked... he looked like he was fighting something off. What the fuck?

"I-I don't know what's happening-" A frown develops on his face. Horror falls upon mine. He grasps the arm of my shirt.
"I'm-"

The air clears. Without warning, he shoves me with an intense power. I fall to the ground, my thoughts racing. Did he...

"So fucking clumsy." His voice is filled with poison. "Can never keep yourself upright. Stand up, Chan. Don't be a little bitch."

This is it.

I push myself up. The three characters watch. Though I know it's happening now, the fear still sparks inside. Was the truth really being spoken now? Did they actually hate me?

"Leave," Minho growls. "Don't fucking come back. We don't want you here. We never wanted you here. We're better off without you."

Bang.

I swallow thickly, closing my eyes. Deep breaths. I decide to listen. If they didn't want me here, I'd grant their wish.

As I open the door, the other four are standing there. They all have the same look in their eyes as they stare at me. One of pure hatred.

"So weak."

"So puny."

"Bad leader."

"Bad person."

"Not good enough."

"Not strong enough."

"I hate you," Felix mutters under his breath, not sparing me a glance. I didn't deserve to be looked at.

Bang.