ChanChang Oneshots

blood

A/N requested on Wattpad

Warning ⚠️: mild language, rude comments/names, mentions of killing
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"Ah shit!" Hyunjin cusses as he puts his finger in his mouth.

"You okay?" Minho asks as he checks the younger. Hyunjin nods.

"Paper cut." He says and shows the cut. Blood was seeping out the small cut.

The members were surrounding the boy trying to help him with the small cut.

Changbin backed away into a corner. He felt his heart beat rising.

He needed to get away from here. He quickly exits the room saying that he was going to look for some bandaids.

As he walks down the hallway he could feel his lungs struggling to take in air. His mind and vision going blurry. Tears coming down.

Changbin closes his eyes and tries to calm his breathing. As well as wiping away his tears.

"Please stop!" Changbin cries as he tries to push the other person away.

He was getting bullied. When people found out that he was gay, they decided to make his life hell.

Called him a faggot, queer. Told him to kill him self. That he doesn't deserve to live.

His parents did everything they could to protect their child. But it just wasn't enough.

Currently, Changbin was on the ground, his bully on top of him with a knife in hand.

"Just let it happen you fucking faggot!" The boy shouted trying to fight off Changbins hands.

The younger was holding the boys wrist not wanting the knife to have impact on him.

"Please don't!" Changbin was crying. His tears messing up his vision. He wanted to wipe them away but couldn't.

"You should just fucking die." The boy was pushing down on Changbins hands.

"No one wants you here!"

He couldn't hold on anymore, his arms were burning. Sore and tired.

Please no. Changbin thought.

He was crying, sobbing. Pleading for help.

But no one came to rescue him.

"No one wants to help a pathetic faggot like you." The boy says as he stabs the side of Changbin.

Changbin gasped and cried harder. The pain consuming him.

The boy stabs again, a bit more deeper.

He gets up and sees Changbins side bleeding out. The boy crying and trying to put pressure on it.

"You better fucking die, dumb fucking queer."

Changbin cried harder. He held onto his side. He could feel the pain. See the blood.

The crimson color that haunts him. He could never get over it.

He shakes his head and harshly wipes away the tears. He couldn't look like he was crying.

He had kept this secret hidden for too long. He didn't want anyone to know.

He finds the bandaids and gets back to the room where they were recording a video.

He smiles softly and shakes the box.

"Got 'em!"

Chan gently grabs them and thanks him.

"You okay? Your eyes are kinda red." Chan points out.

Changbin nods quickly. "Just tired and I was rubbing them harshly."