#StrayKidsAreStray

Seven (2Min) || Angst

Requested by @kor1988

YOU KNOW THAT MIGHT AFTER NIGHT I'LL BE FU— LOVING YOU RIGHT

Yay, I get an excuse to write a story based on this song.

Summary: MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY FRIDAY SATURDAY SUNDAY A WEEK— aka if you know the song you know.

Also, I know that gay marriage isn't exactly legal in South Korea lol.

Also also: Minho gets drunk one (or a few. I haven't gotten that far as of when I'm writing this) time and throws up so trigger warning for that 😡

Also trigger warning for a car crash. I'm sorry if that part doesn't make sense. I tried making it realistic.

I also don't know how Korean funerals work so I'm going off the American/Lao way (I'm half Lao lol) minus the monks and nuns. That's why there's food. Idk if American's have a lot of food for their funerals as when we had my Grandma's there was a fridge full of food every day, it seemed. Leftovers for years almost.

^~^
Monday

"Seungmin!" Minho yelled once he got home. He took his shoes off and then looked around the house for his fiancé. "Ya!"

"What?" He ran down the hall.

"Did you cook?" Minho wrapped a hand around Seungmin's waist lovingly, kissing the younger's neck.

"Not yet," Seungmin patted Minho's bum. "I was about to but you came home earlier than expected,"  he pulled away from the older. "But now that you're home," 

"Now that I'm home," Minho followed Seungmin to the kitchen. "Woah..."

"What would you like to eat?" Seungmin snapped his fingers when he saw his fiancé staring. "Food is right there, not me,"

"I wasn't looking at you," Minho scowled as he looked at the food. "Chicken is good," he ruffled Seungmin's hair before turning around. "I'm going to go change," he left with a wink.

Seungmin shook his head. Minho knows that Seungmin is asexual. He knows that the younger doesn't want to have sex any time soon. Or anything related to sex.

"Son of a bitch," he put all the other food back and worked on the chicken.

"All he does is pushes sexual acts on me," he opened the package. "I've told him an explicit amount of times," the grabbed the seasoning, "that I don't want to have sex at all," he coated eight wings in the seasoning and four thighs. "He knows I don't enjoy his sexual ways," he quickly preheated the oven, always forgetting that step, "and his sexual acts on me."

He took out some carrots and washed them. "All he wants to do these days," he took a knife out and cut the carrots, "is get in my pants when I explicitly say no," he cut them at a fast pace, "that I'm not ready for that stuff," he took another carrot and cut it at the same pace, "and might not ever be ready for that stuff— ah!" He stopped cutting the carrot and quickly ran his cut finger under some water, unsure what to actually do besides clean it.

Minho ran down the hall to inspect the noise. "What happened?" He ran over to Seungmin and gasped as he saw the cut finger. "What did you do?"

"I was cutting the carrots," Seungmin hissed. "And misplaced my hand,"

"Oh, Seungminnie," Minho blew on the cut. That helped a lot. "Pay attention next time. We can't have you getting hurt,"

"I do pay attention," Seungmin yanked his hand away. "It's you that doesn't," he grumbled.

Minho looked at Seungmin with sharp eyes. "The hell did you say?"

"I never said anything, my love," Seungmin grabbed a bandage from one of the kitchen drawers. "Can you cut the rest of the carrots— oh shit. I forgot to boil some water,"