But I'm okay {Stray Kids Spanking Story}

Achilles' Heel {I.N + Lee Know}

District 9 Era

April 24th, 2018

DISCLAIMER: Woojin won't be in this chapter. I don't dislike or have anything against Woojin, he's fine, it would just make sense for this chapter if he wasn't in it. Love to Woojin!

TW: Mentions and descriptions of alcohol

// Third POV //

In a darkened embrace, Minho laid motionlessly. Felix couldn't sleep without holding at least one of them. The dancer would never mention to Felix that he loved this. Minho's shield that he put along himself and his members was used as a way of protection. It was used to protect his feelings and keep them inside. He learned that this was the best way to approach life, keeping things inside.

Minho knew nothing about sleep. He wasn't relaxing or even laying in a comfortable position. The same thoughts kept him awake and alive.

Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work. Work.

Lee Know wondered if he even had a personality anymore. Too much working will do that to you, believe that you weren't a real person, that you were basically just a floating blob of meat with a soul.

He bit his lip as he was stabbed with thirst. He brushed his tongue along his teeth and gums.

He needed a drink.

Minho had a friend who did day shifts at a liquor store. He's been paying this friend big bucks to bring him brown bags of alcohol. His friend was happy to pay for it himself but Minho couldn't stomach the thought of having tabs on him.

He didn't drink too much of it at once. This was perhaps their worst comeback they've had yet. There was this kind of dangerous amounts of pressure on the juniors to preform well and to outsell every comeback. Minho did his best to drown out the pain using whatever means possible.

Alcohol wasn't allowed in the dorms, not until they were no longer rookies.

But the more he stayed away, the more the temptation just sickened him. There was a deep longing inside of the man, he needed a rush, just a feeling so that he knew that he was still alive.

Quietly letting himself out of Felix's unconscious hold, Minho tip-toped to the kitchen through the naked light. It was never fully dark in their dorm, not in the hallway at least.

The dorm was tiny, probably smaller than the size of a normal one-bedroom apartment. The difference being was that there were two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a dining area. The only thing that split all three associations was a narrow hallway and a six-stepped staircase.

It was times like this that he really needed Changbin or Chris. Chan was obviously busy working on songs and Changbin was at his parent's house because he's sick.

Just like every night, Minho felt this compulsive urge to turn around and go back. This was wrong. He was the second oldest next to Chris and he was meant to be an example for his younger brothers. He shouldn't be doing this.

But this thought only fed his deepest desires, this was wrong, and it felt so right.

The teenagers were only out like a light during the nighttime. They just wrapped up with promotions and had to film for a reality show next week so this whole week was about healing and resting.

Minho approached the corner of the kitchen, next to the stove where all of the pots and pans were.

When you opened that cabinet, you saw two rows of kitchen appliances. If you reached your whole arm inside, past three stacks of the biggest pans they possessed, there was a safe.