Sorry I love you | Stray Kids AU Fanfiction

Birthday party

If Minho never met Jisung, he wouldn't have taken him to the hospital

-Let's see, Jisung signed searching on his laptop "easy ways to end yourself". Maybe overdose? Some pills and a good sleep. Doesn't sound so bad, Jisung added.

He turned off the laptop and flopped on his bed.

-You're getting old, Jisung, he laughed. Now is so easy to die. Technology is indeed something remarkable. God, I sound so old and boring, he whined. 400 years, huh? I'm a walking relic.

-Lix? What's wrong? Minho asked after noticing his brother's odd behavior.

He was gloomy, spending time alone in his room with the cats and refusing to eat.

-I know their anniversary was last week and it's still hard, so you can talk to me and...

-It's not that, Felix cut him off.

-Then what is it?

-Jisung told me something and...I don't know if he meant it or not. I'm scared that he wasn't joking, Felix's bottom lip quivered.

-What did he say? Minho gently brushed the bangs off Felix's forehead.

-He said he wanted to commit... Hyung, I think this was his cry for help, Felix gripped tightly into Minho's sleeve until his knuckles turned white.

-What?

-Jisung is not the kind of guy to express his feelings. He keeps it to himself when he is in pain. I think at that moment...in the cemetery, next to his parents' graves... I think he asked me for help. I don't wanna see him go! Please!

-Ok. I will think of something. Find a way to make him talk to me, alright?

-I'm gonna plan a birthday party for Jisung! Minho proclaimed as he slammed his hands to the counter, gaining everyone's attention.

-Why? Chan asked in disgust.

-Because I've looked through his CV and realized his birthday is in two days. He lives alone, he has no friends and no family, so we are all he has.

-We are not his friends, Chan replied.

-And he is not gonna like it, Seungmin said.

-Please, Minnie! Felix begged with puppy eyes.

-Fine. I'm in, he rolled his eyes.

-Hyung? Minho asked Chan.

-I think it will be fun, Hyunjin uttered.

-I'm in, Chan replied almost immediately.

-Good. One of us needs to keep him busy while the others decorate around here, Minho jumped on the counter.

400 years ago...

-My lady, I strongly believe you need to see the child. He has been crying for over an hour now, the maid said.

-I don't care, Mrs. Han said before taking a sip from her expensive wine.

The baby's screams were filling the house. Yet no one was there to take care of him.

-What is all this noise?

-Your son, she said unbothered.

-My son? Our son! Why aren't you taking care of him? her husband yelled at her.

-What point is in taking care of someone who is gonna die anyway?

-Are you kidding me? It's your sister's fault that he inherited that! Your damn cursed sister!