Stray Kids Oneshots

To. X ~ Lee Minho 💔🔞

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"We all have once had shitty exes, haven't we?"

You asked, directing the question towards crowd in the bar you were performing today. Hearing and seeing the people in the crowd, nodding and cheering for you in response to your question had eased you up a bit for the next song which you were going to sing. It was your first time performing in the bar of a reputed, five-star hotel in your country. You were scared and worried, whether the rich people in these bars will show liking to your songs or not, but they seemed to enjoy the performance you had put up until now, and so, to end the show you thought of performing the song which hurt you the most, yet was your favourite.

"This song is dedicated to those shitty people who made our life even shittier with their presence.", you speak in a light, funny voice, in a way indicating people to let loose, curse and forget their exes, something which you could not do even after two years.

For this song, you take the guitar in your possession as playing the melody to the song yourself, gave you some sort of kick. As you hold the guitar up, sliding into the strap of the guitar and steadying in on your left shoulder, your shirt got creased up. It was an oversized shirt you had been wearing, simple, white in colour, with a pair of blue denim shorts. These were the type of clothes you had always performed in, because of the way they fit the casual vibes of your songs and compliment the mood of your performances.

People cheered for you again, and you were glad that they had been enjoying your performance as of yet. Music had been your passion since birth, and connecting to people through music filled you to brim with content.

After checking the tuning of the guitar, adjusting the capo on the fretboard, moving yourself close to the mic and adjusting the mic close to your mouth, the fingers of your left hand positioned themselves on the fretboard of the guitar to play the Fm7 chord, your right hand plucking certain strings on the guitar as you played the introductory melody to the song.

Your fingers shifted between various chords, your right hand plucking the strings in the same pattern. Your eyes roamed around, trying to gauge the reactions of the people to the melody you were playing, and you concluded that they liked it, some of them loosening their shoulders a bit, some of them swaying their heads and some of them halting their conversations to listen to the song.

"Our first meet, I remember

We skipped the small talk

Taking it further without thinking much.

The only flaw you said that there was none

Arrogant, but I still liked that."

You started singing, slowly getting immersed in the song all while looking around the crowd. The way your heart still beated for him while singing the song, the way your body still tensed up thinking of his touches, you hated it how you were getting reminded of him even though it had been two years. And, it was all audible in your voice, the emotions it held, the frustration, the annoyance, the hate but all that came with a slight hint of longing and regret.

To distract yourself from the song, you started noticing the crowd again, some people focused on you, some people focused on themselves, the remaining making out.

"But you became the reason, writing "dear diary" wasn't fun"

And, your eyes stopped their movement at the sight of a man dressed in a plain black button up shirt and blue jeans, hair parted in the middle. His hair looked blue, given the blue lights shining brightly on him. Though, the lights shone on him rather brightly, his eyes, were dark, staring back into yours.