straykids oneshots

･⁠｡🍒⊹ฺ🥀ﾟMinchan❥your dad's a jerk

→ smut, angst
Ship- chan x Minho
Bottom- chan
Top- minho
PLOT- Chan sneaks over to his "friends" house, finding Minho cutting himself he decides to make him feel better 🤭🧐

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The sky was dark and the air chilled, no one dared to step out into the cold, well no one except chan, a short boy with tanned skin and dark brown hair, he wore a large black windbreaker and light blue jeans. He's currently standing out in the snow, craning his neck up towards his "friends" bedroom window. He looks down for a moment, his eyes scanning for any small sticks or stones, he finds one, shaking slightly as he picks up a cold little rock and tosses it near the window.

"Minho!" He whisper yells. "Minho!"

A moment goes by and the window doesn't budge. "Damn it.." chan mutters.

He inspects the side of the house, both brows furrowed as he thinks of other ways to get minhos attention. Soon noticing a couple bricks are placed unevenly throughout the wall, he smirks, getting an idea.

"I'll try not to fall I guess.." he says aloud before taking off his mittens and shoving them in his pockets, quickly bringing his hands to his mouth cupping them around his lips as he tries to warm up again.

He steps closer to the wall and reaches up towards the first uneven brick, before hoisting himself up, cussing himself out as his fingers feel like they're going to fall off from the cold.

A minute or so later and he sighs, triumphantly, as you finally gets to the top, placing both hands on the window seal, taking a deep breath before knocking.

A couple of seconds go by.......no answer.
He grabs the side of the window. It's open?
He slides it open, leaning his top half forward and falling into the room and onto the carpet.

"Aahhh, the heat." He sighed happily before sitting up. "Minho? Y'know because you didn't answer the damn window I had to climb up your fucking wall." He laughed before looking over to the open door of the bathroom, a warm light admitting from it.

"Minho..?" Chan got up from the carpet and walked towards the bathroom.
His eyes first traveling to the sinks that the tub, where minho sat on the rim of the water filled bath tub. He was slouching, one of his wrist laid out on his thigh, while having a tightly gripped razor blade in the other hand, raised above his pale wrist, deeply cutting into the skin.

"Min!!" Chan shouted, quickly rushing to him and snatching the blade from his hand. Minho only staying perfectly still the entire time.

"What the hell are you doing!?" The brunette scolded, his shocked and slightly angry expression turning into a frown, as minho fell into him, wrapping his arms around his waist and sobbing.

"I want to die, why hasn't it happened yet?" Minho cried into the others jacket. Chan quickly picking him up and bringing him into a big hug.

"Stop min, don't say that, please." He said as he squeezes him tightly.

"But, I want to, there's no reason for me to stay." He whined.

"That's not true min, that's the most wrong thing you've ever said." Chan replied, looking up to minho as he pulled back a couple strands of hair, placing them behind his ears.
"You're so important to me, min and it's not just me, there are plenty of people that need you." Chan said. "Even though I still need and love you the most, of course." He said as he grabbed the other's hand and guided him to the sink, grabbing the knob and turning on the water before gently grabbing Minho's bloodied wrist and placing it under the faucet.