ChanChang Oneshots

poison

A/N ⚠️Warning: slight drug mention, slight prostitution mention. It's only mentioned once. But still!⚠️

Wink wonk
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There he was again. The man who comes into the store and steals different kinds of things.

Changbin watches as the male stuffs his backpack with the items. He always wanted to say something but was scared.

He was afraid that he would get hurt. But today felt different.

He wanted to speak to him. Say something. Tell him what he was doing was wrong.

"Stealing is bad." He whispers but the male heard him.

The stranger looks up at him and gives a slight smirk.

"Yeah? Well thank you for the advice." He says sarcastically. His voice light but deep hinted in it. Changbin can tell he wasn't from the area. He had a light accent.

He nibbled on his bottom lip. And crotches down to the male.

"My name is Changbin. What's yours?" He says as he watches the brown hair male stuff his backpack with store drugs.

The male stops and looks at him with a raised brow.

"First, you tell me stealing is bad. Now you're telling me your name?" Changbin shrugs.

"Something about you intrigues me." He admits. The man shakes his head with a laugh. He then checks the time on his watch and quickly zips up the bag and gets up.

"Maybe I'll tell you my name one day." And with that he left.
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Chan rushes out the store and was glad he didn't get caught. He makes his way to an alleyway and waits.

"The usual." A man says as he twitches and scratches his arm.

Chan held out his hand. The man groans and hands a wrinkled 10 dollar bill onto the open palm.

Chan shoves it into his pocket and reaches for his bag.

He hands the man a baggie with a couple pills in it.

"See you next week, Nick." Chan says as the man scurries off.

Chan continues to make his sells but he kept thinking back to the boy at the store.

How he said stealing was bad. And then telling him his name.

Chan brushes the thought away and makes his final sell. He grabs his bag and heads home.

He enters the run down house. And shuts the creaky door.

"I'm home." He says and he can hear some footsteps making their way to him.

"Got any food hyung?" Jeongin asks.

Yang Jeongin. 16. He ran away from his home. Parents were fighting and beating him. To the point things got bad. He ran away without a plan.

Chan found him in an alleyway one cold rainy night. Poor boy wouldn't have lasted the night if Chan didn't find him.

Chan gives him small smile and hands him his bag.

"There are some chips and ramen." Jeongin happily takes the bag and scurries off to the kitchen and prepares the food.

"So how much did you make?" Minho asks.

Lee Minho. 19. How did he get into this business? Well, it started off when he stole a small item from the mall and he got the adrenaline from it.

He met Chan when the older was selling and they became close over the time.