So, hey potatoes......umm...uh...so, I've fucking edited the fucking entire story/book........ummm...uh....so fucking Chris isn't fucking going to be fucking abusive so um fucking sorry fucking not sorry. Yea i fucking will fucking include fucking rape so the fucking victim will fucking like it so it's sorta fucking rape. so fuck yea. I'm fucking pissed so fucking enjoy.
~my entire life later~
Two days before Christmas eve, in a cancer hospital, with a report in his hand, sitting at the very end of a row of chairs, head against the frosty walnut brown window, there was Minho. The chilly, dull. sad corridor matched his heart dull, sad, chilly. Neither the joy of Christmas nor the spring came in his heart, the warm summer had no existence there. the all had faded further and further away like the car Chan was in. Chan was the brightness in his heart, his sunshine. The warmness that replaced the chilly sad air was chan.
How could he ever bring himself to betray Chan, he would die with guilt. But dying wasn't the problem now. CLL- Chronic lymphocytic leukemia. Stage I (rai system). People live years with it but the doctor wasn't so sure if it was Minho's situation. Minho sniffed a little, breathing in the cold air and patted his cheeks for any possible tears. he picked his jacket up, put it around himself and left the hospital.
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"Minho!"- The voice of his mother calling from downstairs took Minho off his diary and he headed downstairs.
"Pack up"- His mom barked out.
"For what?"- Minho asked with visible confusion.
"For Australia! it's finally the time!"- The voice of his mother had determination in them, eyes with a blazing fire of revenge in them. A mixture of fear and sadness swirled inside Minho.
"Chan is Going to be there. your steps are simple if he still likes you the way he did but if he doesn't it's gonna be a bit hard for you darling. One of our business partners are introducing their new brand, They're organizing a huge party to promote it and releasing it officially. They've invited many businesspersons, the Bangs happen to be there too. It's on Christmas eve so you'll leave tonight. So pack up. no business listening to their speeches and trying out samples. Just focus on Chan, make him fall for you. Hard and deep. You're a handsome man you'll do it. Rich youngsters are reckless it won't be too hard to get into his life."
"Hmm."- Minho didn't have much words for the next step of this plan of betrayal. He just had to bey and go along with whatever his figure of authority- his mother said.
"understood?"
Minho nodded and left for his room the odd mixture of fear and sadness still gripping him. He got back to his diary and tore out a page as he plotted his plan on it. He's supposed to hate Chan, if it hadn't been of Ms. Bang's jealousy he would have never have to do this. He knew the story behind this, a small paragraph his mom spoke with a strained voice. Simple, short, in broken voice accompanied by a broken heart.-
"We used to be great friends....when my business flourished......she betrayed me..... damaging our reputation and we......we went bankrupt in three months. I...I...I lost my. that's it."
Minho never got to know what she lost. but tears had already brimmed her eyes at that time and she had left the room.
jealousy burns everything down
(T.W.: child abuse TT smol to)
Cheeks sting with pain due to the slaps, ankles ache as every edge of the steps of the stairs hit them. The pain caused by the grip on the hair increases with every second that passes by. Bruises blooming on the back. The cries come to an abrupt stop as the crack of his own skull echoed through Minho's head. Then flows out a river of red. The pale green fabric of his night suit drowning scarlet, the blood pooled around his legs. The room has subsided into stunned silence, his hands trembled as the darkness started to creep in at the edges of his vision....
Minho woke up gasping for air, his breath quick as his chest heaved up and down. He drew the cork from the glass bottle and took a long swig of water, guzzling more until he almost drained the entire container in one continuous gulp. He sat the bottle down trying to calm himself, he wanted to cry, cry his eyes out, but he was on an airplane and not in a mood to scare the living shit out of people with his cries. so he crept under the covers his head against his face and wept, slowly and silently.
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bye pooks. <3
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A dream come true/ a Minchan ff.
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