Interruption // Stray Kids Fanfic (Minho x main character)

Chapter Twenty-three

I'm back :D

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I sighed and put my head between my knees. I had been in a small closet-like room under the stairs for the past twenty minutes, 'staying out of the way', but there were still no voices to reassure me I could join them again. The last thing I saw were the members dragging the unconscious woman upstairs; I had no idea of her state now.

Leaning my head back against the wall, I was considering getting up when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs above me. My ears perked up as I eyed the door of the closet, waiting for someone to walk in. It sounded like Chan..

"Hana~~ where are you?"

Nope. That was definitely Minho.

Immediately I stood up and straightened my clothing (or his clothing, since I was still in possession of his hoodie. It smelt like my sweat now...), then started brushing my hair with my hands. I heard him approaching and without warning he walked in. I stopped mid brush, my eyes widening.

"Minho-" I choked. His face was covered, covered, with cuts and bruises. One of his arms was in the same state as well, and I mentally clutched my heart. It hurt looking at him like this. "What... happened to you?"

Slowly he put a finger to his face and brought back blood. "I don't know," he answered causally, dropping his arm. "The assassin was pretty rough."

"MINHO YOU'RE NOT OKAY," I implied, extremely concerned, and immediately went searching around the small room for the first aid kit I had seen later. "Sit down, you need to get treated." I commanded, pulling it out from under a pile of clothes. He slowly sat down, amused, and watched me rummage around the kit for Neosporin. At last I found it and joined him on the floor, then leaned closer to start applying it. He was smirking. "WHAT!?" I blurted out, my face once again turning into an oven. I sat back, the medicine still on my finger. "Do you want treatment or not?"

"Sure. I was just thinking how good you look in that color."

Holy crap. The ice bag complimented me and now I wasn't sure how to operate. "Stop blushing," he mocked. "Are you gonna treat me?"

I opened my mouth to speak but immediately shut it and leaned back in, my eyebrows crossed. A few of the smaller cuts had already completely closed, but I still placed bandages on them, causing him to end up looking like some hybrid clown. Now it was my turn to smirk as I leaned back to look at my finished project. "You look great," I teased.

"Thank you," he responded. I rolled my eyes and requested his arm. The cuts here were drastically worse, and I cringed looking at them. He winced as I lightly touched one and turned his face away.

"Does it hurt?"

He hummed in reply, still staring at the wall. I began rubbing the Neosporin on a large one when suddenly he spoke. "You know you never hallucinated, right?" I stopped with my finger on his arm.

"Wh-what?" I asked, slowly.

"Everything you heard that night was real."

Panic rushed through me and I took my hand off his arm. I refused to believe it. He couldn't be talking about that night, right? The night I certainly hallucinated him... confessing?

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," I laughed robotically. He turned his head to face me.

"Why do you always avoid the answer?"

I tried to look him in the eye, but it was impossible. My mind was exploding. Quickly, I stood up and dropped the medicine.

"Um, you can finish, all it needs is a bandage and..." I blabbered as I slowly inched towards the door. "Yup! That's it! Hope it heals!" I turned to flee but stopped again when I heard his voice.