Life goes on- minchan

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TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

Chan's POV

He heard the gunshots knowing that the man was pretty much dead now.

Minho's body flinched a bit but relaxed right after with a whine coming out of his mouth.

"Mmh... Channie?"

Why is his voice so cute? Why is he addicted to him? He's never getting over the voice that made his heart melt unnoticed.

"Hi darling. Are you okay?"

Minho tried to get up from Chan's neck and slowly met his eyes.

"Did you get good sleep?"

"Y-Yeah..." his voice sounded... scared. This concerned him as his knowledge in psychology helped him understand people.

He slowly raised his hand to touch his hair, but Minho flinched again when it reached his hair.

His hand patted his head, then slid his fingers through his hair. Minho tensed up a bit, making Chan a little more concerned.

"What's wrong, hmm? Relax your body a bit more, honey."

Minho gulped at the sudden confession and started to play with his loose sleeves.

Chan slowly brought his hand to one of his cheeks and started to caress it with his thumb. He watches the smaller boy leaning into the touch.

A minute of silence passed with no answers coming from the younger boy's mouth.

"Darling? Can you tell Channie what you're worried about?"

Looking in red, swollen red eyes, he watched Minho's hesitation. He had to be patient if he wanted answers.

"I-I," he began.

Minho's POV

Chan was looking at him softly with his fingers going through his hair. He was afraid of telling the truth, so he stayed put.

Tensing up by the sudden affection, he didn't utter a word. He just played with his sleeves.

He then felt his hand coming down to touch his cheek and being caressed by his thumb. He liked the feeling, so he leaned into the touch slowly.

He wanted to tell him but is still afraid of how he would react if he did.

*Flashback*
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: SA(NO R-WORD SCENE JUST THE BEGINNING) AND ABUSE ⚠️

"Dad?" 8 year old Minho called out.

"What the fuck you want brat?"

Minho was cleaning the kitchen as he cleaned almost every part of the house while his dad just sat there drinking his ass off.

"Can I... take a break?"

He saw his dad glaring at him and then got up to walk up to the smaller boy.

"What?" He growled, "A break? What are you, a prince?"

"No, I'm tired, dad." Minho tried to explain.

His dad suddenly gripped his hair out of anger and looked at the boy with unkind eyes. Minho squeaked by the burning sensation in his roots.

"YOU? A fucking break?!"

"I'm sorry dad! I-I'll continue working!"

"No... how about I make you tired about something else..."

Little Minho, at the time, did not understand what that meant, but his dad ruined it all by leading him to his room.

Screams of desperate begs him to stop, cries of pain and innocence gone all happened in the one night.

His body was limped the next morning, hurt everywhere.

Ever since that day, Minho promised himself to never take a break... all because of him...

End of flashback*
⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ENDED⚠️

"Darling? Can you tell Channie what you're worried about?"

He was snapped out of his memory. Chan knows something is up... should he say it?

"I-I" he began.

Chan listened attentively and had patience written all over his face.

"I... I wanna sleep more..." preparing himself for the outcome, he shrinks a bit.

"You wanna sleep more?" Chan asked sweetly. Minho nodded. He barely got enough sleep. "You can sleep more as long as you like princess."

"Really?" Minho asked so cutely.

"Of course. I'll be here to let you rest."

Minho looked at him and happily rested his head back on his shoulder. Chan was his favourite person. He can trust him forever, and he knows that very well.

Chan's POV

Minho wanted to sleep more? That's no problem. He can sleep all day if he needs to. After all, he's got a tough start of his life, so why not spoil him just a little.

"Really?" Chan thought he could've died from hearing that voice. It was so cute and so pretty. He wished that he could be like this forever, so cute and innocent.

"Of course. I'll be here to let you rest."

Minho rested his head on Chan's shoulder, and he didn't miss the look on his face, so so so happy. His main goal, you may ask? Well, first go home and put the boy in his room and have a meeting with his 6 kids.

Speaking of his 6 kids... what the fuck are they doing that takes them this long to come back to the van. Normally, it only takes about 5 minutes, but they've been gone for 10.

Oh shit nevermind, he can see them... one of them is covered with blood... not new.

They entered the car and Chan gave Jeongin the "is this a fucking joke" face.

"What? It was true what I said."

"How the fuck are you covered in blood after being in that house for 10 minutes?"

"Jeongin gutted his organs out." Changbin simply said while getting in the driver's seat.

"Why?" Jeongin has never gutted someone's organs out before... what's the reason?

"We were curious, so we asked him after he finished. He said that he was going to sell the organs on the dark Web to get the money back." Jisung simply said.

Silence was written on Chan's face.

"I have a question... where are the organs?"

...

"Jeongin put it in a plastic bag, and it's sitting in the trunk."

"Right... Jeongin, you're cleaning the car tomorrow." Chan sighed.

"Why?!"

"To get rid of the fucking evidence, duh."

"Hmph... fine."

Changbin started parking out of the driveway and off they go on the road with a bag of organs in the back trunk.

Felix saw a bit of Minho's head so he got curious, "Hyung? How is he?"

Chan looked at the cat boy in his arms before replying, "He's getting there... we need to get him treatment when we get home. I think a rib or two is either fractured or broken. He also has a ton of brusies on his body, so we have to be careful."

Silence fell in the car. Not that they don't mind, though. They had those days when the car wouldn't be chaotic. Today must have been those days.

They were driving their way home in peaceful silence...

It's time to get prepared for the future.