Stray Kids Oneshots

★ 𝖨 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ★

Words: 1,543
Ship: Minsung
[grab your tissues]

This is just a [wtf if the word again] by the way. A draft, there we go💀🚶🏽‍♀️
Like ik I said I'm done with writing and I wasn't planning on posting it, but....

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The city of Seoul stretched out before them, a sprawling web of concrete and neon that never truly slept. Jisung and Minho sat side by side on the rooftop of their apartment building, the warmth of their breaths mingling in the cool night air. They had snuck up there after midnight, driven by a silent, unspoken urge to escape the confines of their lives.

"You know, if I had a superpower," Jisung mused, his eyes distant and unfocused, "I'd want to be invisible."

Minho turned to him, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "Why's that?"

Jisung shrugged. "So I could leave without anyone noticing. Just...disappear."

Minho felt a pang in his chest. His best friend's words were like a warning siren, echoing in the quiet night. Jisung had talked about suicide before, but there was something about this time that made Minho's heart race. The words hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the vibrant lights of the city below.

"You don't mean that," Minho said, his voice tight with fear.

Jisung gave a sad smile. "No, I don't. Not really. But sometimes it feels like it's the only way out."

Minho took a deep breath, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. "You can't think like that, Jisung. You have me, your family, everyone who loves you."

Jisung's smile grew sadder. "It's not about running away from them. It's about ending the pain."

Minho reached out and took Jisung's hand. It was cold and clammy, sending a shiver down his spine. "But what about the pain you'd leave behind?"

Jisung's eyes searched Minho's, and for a moment, Minho thought he saw a flicker of doubt. "You'd get over it," he whispered.

Minho squeezed Jisung's hand tighter. "No, I wouldn't. And neither would they. Your pain might stop, but ours would just be starting."

"But don't you think wanting me to stay is selfish? Especially since I'll just be existing in pain for the sake of y'all's happiness."

Minho's grip on Jisung's hand grew stronger. "It's not selfish. We want you to be happy too, Jisung. And I know you can be. You just need help finding the way."

"Minho I'm tired beyond compare."

Minho knew the exhaustion in Jisung's voice wasn't just from the climb to the rooftop. It was the weight of his thoughts, a burden Minho couldn't bear for him. He pulled their hands closer, willing his warmth to seep into Jisung's soul.

"You're not alone," he said firmly. "We're in this together."

Jisung's gaze shifted to the horizon, where the first hints of dawn were beginning to break. He remained silent for a long moment, the only sound the distant hum of the city. Then, slowly, he turned to Minho. "You know, when I was a kid, I used to think that if I could just make it to the top of the highest building, I could see everything clearly. Like all my problems would be tiny down below."

Minho nodded, understanding the desperate yearning in his friend's words. He had been there too, feeling like the world was too much to handle. "But now you're here, and the problems are still big, right?"