Stray Kids Angst Collection

Please.. Don't touch me (Minsung s.a.)

T/W- mentions of sexual assault (nothing too graphic)

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A/N- This is kind of a hard topic to write about, it happens to men and not only women, and this is not talked about enough. Men who go through this are not weak, and people should stop saying so.

I also love my boys very much, and hope they will always be safe and happy.

Always open to discussion- my chat box (though empty), is always here, and you can even dm me privately, I'm here if you wanna talk. Yeah. 

Hope y'all are taking care of yourselves. Eat and rest well. Don't forget to drink water.

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Minho's pov

That day, he left from work late. And he would regret it everyday from that day forward, as he relived through the hellish nightmare, again and again.

The harsh rain swept down his hair and made his torn clothes stick to his pained body, as if it was trying to clean all the dirt and bruises that covered his body, away, but it failed to clean his mind, his soul, he felt filthy. Violated.

Walking hurt. It was painful. He just wanted to run away, go home. Safe. Be safe.

He opened his house door. He felt disgusting. He felt shattered, into million pieces of fragile glass, he felt like there was no life left in him to go on. His body felt like a ragdoll that was used and thrown away. He felt dirty. And he wanted to make the feeling go away. 

'Hey baby! Why d'you reach late today?' called Jisung from the kitchen, and walked over to meet his boyfriend. 

He wasn't greeted back with the usual warm smirk that he received from his boyfriend. As his smile vanished, and grew into concern, Han looked him up and down.

'Hyung. Oh my God, what happened?! Are you OK?!'

He tried to hold Lee Know's hand softly, but got pushed away.

'Please.

Don't touch me.'

Seeing panic etched across his horrified face, Han nodded worriedly and moved away quickly.

'Just calm down- sit. Baby, I'm right here for you', he said.

Minho ran into the shower, hoping to be as far away as possible. He needed to be alone. He slammed the door, and locked it. He didn't want to do anything that anyone told him. He didn't want to be forced to do anything again.

He got into the bath tub, his clothes still on, the hot water tapped against his frail body, and he hoped the water would wash away everything- his thoughts, his memories, the disturbing flashes of events that had taken place in the past 2 hours, which entered his mind, uninvited. Everything seemed so quiet, unlike how he'd spent the last 2 hours, and the loud sounds of the raging thoughts in his mind.

T/W- Descriptive scene, skip ahead if you're uncomfortable, I'll mark when this scene ends, you won't miss the story at all.

His throat was dry, from screaming and screaming, and he could still taste his blood, from a barrage of punches that had landed on his face.  His arms and stomach and legs, were all covered with angry red and blue bruises, and deep gashes across his arms and legs were still bleeding. He felt like he was suffocating like he couldn't breathe, hastily he pulled off his torn and muddy white t-shirt, to reveal various red words angrily scribbled onto his soft stomach. He observed them for a while, before they sank in, and he started crying.