Sanctuary for the Lost and Broken (Skz Fanfiction)

Minho

WARNİNGS: PTSD, NİGHTMARES

 Minho found himself on the familiar stretch of highway leading to his grandma's house. The raindrops began to patter against his car, gradually intensifying into a restless downpour. The highway, nearly empty, stretched ahead with only a bus in front of him.

Suddenly, without warning, a collision unfolded. Minho's car crashed into the bus, and then darkness swallowed everything. The next moment, he jolted awake, sweat clinging to his body. The nightmare had woven its way into his sleep, haunting him once again.

His blaring alarm marked the abrupt end to the unsettling dream. Weary and drained, Minho silenced the alarm, the remnants of the nightmare lingering in his mind. Despite the vividness of the dream, he pushed it aside and proceeded with his morning routine.

As if to wash away the lingering unease, Minho stepped into the shower, letting the cold water cascade over him. The sensation brought a soothing calmness, grounding him in the present. Yet, the nagging question lingered—how many more times would he relive that fateful crash in his dreams?

Shrugging off the weight of the nightmare, Minho dressed and readied himself for the day ahead. The routine was a shield against the persistent memories that sought to disrupt his morning. With a deep breath, he ventured into the day, heading to his class.

The dance studio became a refuge, a realm where the intricacies of a new choreography took center stage. The rhythmic movements absorbed his attention, offering a temporary respite from the haunting images that lingered in the recesses of his mind. For a while, the dance became a sanctuary, allowing Minho to escape the grip of a past he couldn't entirely forget.

Dance had become Minho's refuge, a coping mechanism that allowed him to immerse himself in the rhythm and movement, momentarily escaping the shadows of his past. It was a therapeutic act that helped him forget, if only for a while. As he moved gracefully through the choreography, the strains of the music enveloped him, providing a sanctuary from the haunting memories.

Upon glancing at his phone, reality encroached once more. Another unanswered call from his mom stared back at him, but Minho decided to postpone the call back, opting to do it later. Craving a moment of respite, he gathered his belongings, intending to grab a coffee and clear his mind.

However, before he could step outside, Juyeon, one of his fellow dancers, intercepted him.

"Hey, Minho, me and some other dancers are heading to a cafe off-campus. We have an empty seat in the car. Want to join us?" Juyeon offered, a friendly smile on his face.

"No, thanks i have plans." Minho lied. Nothing could make him set foot in that vehicle. Or any four whealed vehicle for that matter.

"Okay, man. Some other time, then," Juyeon replied with a friendly smile, leaving Minho to navigate his internal struggles alone.

As he made his way to the familiar coffee shop near the campus, Minho couldn't shake off the heaviness that clung to him. The day had been consumed by the lingering effects of the nightmare. A familiar weariness settled in, and Minho felt the weight of his own thoughts pressing down on him.

Lost in contemplation, he stepped onto the crosswalk. Suddenly, a car, moving a little too fast, screeched to a halt right in front of him. The abrupt stop triggered an unexpected surge of panic within Minho. His heart raced, breath quickened, and the world seemed to blur. The seemingly innocuous incident had unleashed a wave of fear, as if the nightmare had spilled over into reality.

Frozen in place, Minho struggled to regain control. The sounds of the bustling street around him became distant echoes as the echoes of the past resurfaced.