Stray Kids Oneshots Collection (Smut & Fluff)

8 ¦ In your arms

Warnings:  Mention of Suicidal Thoughts, Puking, Eating Disorder

Ship: Jisung / Minho

Words: 3.797

Summary: "Of course, Min" he said, "I'm glad I could help". Minho almost winced as Jisung's hand trailed over his, caressing softly with his thumb. He locked eyes with him, and Jisung smiled fondly as if he was doing something normal.

Minho's heart was pounding so hard against his chest, he couldn't help but release a shaky breath.

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Minho hated his laziness. He hated that he would wake up and see nothing else on his mental to-do list for the day. Well technically, he hated himself.

Weekends were the worst. Since he didn't have to be anywhere, his bed looked the most comfortable. There were times he spent the whole day crouched under the covers and scrolling on his phone.

He knew this wasn't alright, be he couldn't help it. He could think of a thousand things he could do, but it felt so tiring moving even a single muscle. It got so bad, to the point he would even avoid getting to the bathroom. Only if his stomach would hurt that bad, then he would stand up and manage to empty his bladder. So we don't even have to talk about eating food, that's something he didn't care about anymore.

He just wanted the day to pass, maybe the next day would offer something more. And if the next day didn't seem better, he would wait for that day to pass as well.

He started to think about the next months of his life, but he had no idea what he wanted to achieve. He didn't know what he was still doing here. Why exist if he is going to spend every day doing nothing? Why, if there was nothing in this world that would need his existence?

His life was meaningless, a failure – and it probably needed a meaningless death too, sooner or later. His mind wandered through dark places again, thinking about the many options for ending all of this.

Minho was trying to be a better person, believe him, but it's hard to stop a train if you don't know how it works. He didn't know how to get help.

It was late night again, the white screen was the only thing illuminating Minho's room. The light reflected on his face, not hiding his dark eye bags under his skin.

A sigh came from his lips, as he locked the phone and placed it on his night table. It was time to sleep and let the next 8 hours fly over quickly. That's what he loved about sleep – it made his life end quickly without any effort.

He stretched his legs out and clutched his arms under his pillow, ready to fall into a deep slumber.

But it wasn't tonight's case. His phone vibrated against the night table and made Minho immediately wonder who it could be – since he had no social life.

Minho picked up his phone with tired hands and read the notification as he sat up.

You see, the reason Minho still had 1% of hope to live was because of one particular person. Someone he liked to mentally spend time with and fantasize about. You guessed it – Minho had someone in his life that he liked but would never dare to start something more out of this.

He still was a human being with emotions, so of course his heart eventually heated as he read the notification of the person that texted him.

Jisung:

Are you awake? I'm outside, I have something for you