Stray Kids Oneshots

I'll Take Care Of You || Lee Minho ☁️

Info: You're the hero's sidekick who's always been seen to be somewhat of a hothead, you've been known to lose your temper a bit when dealing with villains with the hero you work with, Changbin. But what happens if you lose your temper too much and take it too far alone on the street? What if the enemy is the only one there to help you?

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and other substances, mentions of blood, mentions of SA, and a telling of descriptive violence. Reader has been assaulted in the past and doesn't let it slide when she catches someone highly intoxicated trying to take advantage of a random girl.

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"Stop thinking about it, you're only going to traumatize yourself more," The dark-haired man says in front of you. You look up at him, he's the enemy so why does he care? "I can't, no matter what my mind just keeps going back and reliving it," You sigh defeatedly. "I don't think I'll ever forget that feeling of breaking his bones..." You say while looking down at your hands that are covered in blood, dirt, and scratches that had early snapped a grown man's arm like a twig.

The sight makes you relive the moment once more. The reeking smell of alcohol and marijuana that reeked from that alley, the pit in your stomach that made you stop your off-duty walk to look in said alleyway, the way he was trying to force himself on an unconscious girl that he presumably drugged, and the absolute rage that set in when you saw that.

You had first yelled at him to get away from her, stating your role as the hero Changbin's sidekick, but he brushed you off and described what he was going to do to the poor girl in details that would make a serial killer sick to their stomach. You weren't about to let that happen, not after knowing how it affected you, so you lunged at him to incapacitate him.

Hand-to-hand combat was your specialty, so despite the large size difference between you and the man, you held your own well. A little too well. You managed to pin him to the ground with him being on his stomach.

"You sick fuck. You're lucky I'm off duty or you would be thrown in a prison cell!" You shout.

Despite your hand pushing his face into the concrete, he manages to turn his head slightly and look up at you with his scruffy face, a crooked smile, and bloodshot eyes. "She was asking for it," He looks over to the beautiful blonde woman who is slumped against the wall with her clothes messed up.

Red hot anger courses through your veins, and without thinking you palm the back of his head, gripping onto his head. You bring it up and smash it into the concrete, and a small crack echoes through the alleyway. You're sure you just broke his nose or something. "You bitch!" He seethes "Just wait until I get out and get my hands on you, maybe I'll use you instead of her!"

You narrow your eyes at the man before smashing his face into the ground once more. He tries to struggle and manages to free his arm and tries to hit you. In an attempt to restrain his arm, you shift your body without realizing where your other arm is pressing down on with a good deal of pressure but it doesn't work.

You try pulling his arm behind his back but when you hear a sickening crack and the feeling of bones separating, you almost vomit. You just broke this man's arm. Swallowing down the bile rising in your throat and mouth, you glance up at the girl who is still unconscious. You're doing this for her, you repeat in your head. The man goes completely limp and you look down hurriedly.

His face is purple and he's stopped breathing. Then you realize how your arm is positioned on his neck, in a way that would most definitely be cutting off the oxygen.

"Shit!" You curse while leaping off of the man's back and rolling him over to check his pulse. You're silently praying as you search for a pulse, hoping you only knocked him out so you can call Changbin to help you out and get this creep in a cell, but all hope is lost when you feel absolutely nothing.

"No, no, no, no..." You whisper, the guilt of taking a life hitting like a baseball bat to the head. You look at his now deformed face and your now blood-covered hands. "Hey," A voice snaps. You tear your hands away from your cut-up, bruised, bloody, shaking hands to look at the stranger. Your eyes widen in surprise when you recognize the same man you and your boss have been after for a year now, Lee Minho.

You stand up, jumping into a defensive position but your knees buckle and you collapse to the ground. Or so you were going to before an arm grabs you and supports you. With what little strength you have, you try to push away from his body. "Stop struggling, I'm trying to help you, pabo," He says.

Your body is shaking like a leaf in a tornado as your legs once again fail you as you look at the bloody print your hand had left on his creme-colored shirt. "Calm down, let me help you," He says with a much calmer voice. You nod but your conscious screams at you.

'HE'S THE ENEMY!'

'DON'T LET HIM HELP YOU!'

'ARE YOU INSANE?'

'ARE YOU INSANE?'

'ARE YOU INSANE?'

'ARE YOU INSANE ?'

'ARE YOU INSANE? '

Despite your mind screaming at you, you allow Minho to help you, not putting up a fuss as he brings you back to what seems to be his home. He gently sits you on the couch. That's where you are now and you're brought back to reality when his hand gently clasps around your wrist.

"Come on, I'll take care of you," He says with a calm voice. He pulls you up to your feet, and you go willingly. He leads you to a fancy-looking bathroom and turns the water to the sink on. Gently, he guides your hands under the water and starts to clean off the dirt and dried blood. "I know exactly how you feel, I felt the same way after I first killed someone," He says with a soft voice.

"But I'm a hero's sidekick, how am I supposed to show my face after killing someone?" You say with a weak voice. "No one will know it's you, I placed my signature item there so everyone will think I did it," He says without sparing you a glance.

He's taking the blame?

"Why..." Your voice breaks with tears fighting to be shed after being held for an hour. He meets your gaze with a curious look silently prompting you to continue your sentence. "Why are you helping me? We're on opposite sides," You say with a wavering voice. Minho simply shrugs his shoulders and goes back to cleaning the caked-on blood off of your hands.

You take a moment to look at him. His dark hair, dark cat-like eyes, and his defined facial features are stunning up close. You've seen his photo on the clue board multiple times, and you've always thought he was handsome, but seeing him up close is something different. You're broken from your trance when the sound of the water turning off rings through the room. You look down at your now clean hands.

"Thank you," You mutter. He nods and walks out of the bathroom, his hands in his pockets. "It's late, you should stay here until daybreak," He says while motioning to a room. "This is the spare bedroom, sleep there. I'll bring you some of my old clothes to change into," He explains.

----Time skip---

You wound up taking the villain up on his offer, so here you are, in some handsome and dangerous stranger's house who happens to be the man you've been hunting down for a year. You can't seem to fall asleep as you stare at the white ceiling.

'Am I really cut out to be a sidekick, let alone a hero?'

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