Stray Kids ONE SHOTS

Lies? (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ) (Minsung, angst)

Minsung

Angst

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Han read threw the article another time, he had read it so many times now that he knew it by heart, if someone asked about it, he could tell the whole thing from the top of his mind, and not miss a word. 

Tears welling over and spilling down his cheeks, he brushed them away, but they kept coming, he wiped again, and again, but they kept pouring, messing up his makeup, and dripping down to his shirt.

His hands were shaking, and the phone in his hands slipped and fell to the floor, the sound echoing in the large room. Both of his hands ware brought up to cover his face, as he sobbed into them, curling his body up, to hug himself. Han's leg are curled up close to his chest, his back against the wall, and his face in his hands.

The loud knocks makes Han flinch, he scrambles to stand up, but his legs fail him and he falls back down, onto his knees making a loud dunk, Han inheals sharply, and then exhales deeply. 

"Jisung-ah?" Came from behind the door. The voice made Han's whole body twitch in anger, he was so mad at the other, and so sad, he just didn't want to see him, but he had no choice.

Han took a deep breath and stood up successfully, he wiped his tears again, no more dripping down this time, his makeup must have been a mess, but it didn't bother him too much. His feet lead him to the door, and he cracks the handle down, he opens the door, and steps threw, walking right past a worried-looking Minho. 

"Hannie?" Minho asks softly, and walks up to the other, walking right next to him, as they make their way down the hall, he wants to ask again but isn't sure if it is okay to ask. Minho cleared his throat, and ran a hand threw his hair, he watched as Han walked with small steps and his head hung low, staring at the floor while walking. Minho sight and bites his lip, and then takes a few quick steps to catch up with the younger after unintentionally stopping. 
"Jisung-ah?" He says and grabs the other's hand, pulling him a bit closer and stopping, But Han was quick to yank his arm away, giving his Hyung a death glare, then pushing the door behind him open and walking down the hall, towards the stage. Minho was frozen in his spot for a bit, but then walked after, he was about to walk over to Jisung, but a manager stopped him. 

"You need to go to your spot." The female manager said, and gestured to the side, Minho nodded and then headed over to his spot. Now and then he looked over at Jisung who was still upset.

 Han had his head leaned back as he stared at the ceiling, blinking to get any tears to go back into his eyes, and not mess up his makeup anymore. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, hands resting flat by his side, but still shaking. He took one final deep breath before everyone was sent up on stage. 

Everything went smoothly, well as smooth as it can go when you're trying to ignore your friend, that you're also head over heels in love with. Minho was really trying his hardest to get the younger attention, being nice, being funny, teasing him, nothing worked, not even once did Jisung look at Minho, he barely even looked in the others general direction. 

They said goodbye, and all the boys headed backstage, they clapped their hands, happy to have had such a great night, but a little sad that it was over. Well, not Jisung and Minho they were both relieved that it was over, but for different reasons, Minho, cause he could talk to Han now, and Han cause he was too tired to keep his happy act up, he was so relieved that he could run off to find a coroner and just cry. So he did, he took of running the second he could, finding a storage closet, filled with stacks on stacks of chairs, the door closed it selft, and han slid down  the wall furthest away from the door, and sobbed into his hands.