minsung oneshots

questions

if i quit, what would happen? 

if the the world stopped spinning, would i still be all alone?

if i disappeared, would anyone care?

Minho rolled over in his bed, pulling his blanket tighter around his body. He had been laying there for so long, he was surprised that he hadn't yet melted into the material yet. He got up to use the bathroom and that was about it. And bathe because even though he was sulking, being stinky was worse.

No one. Just him and the sad little succulent that he had named Darrel on the day he got his house.  After years of hard work and sleeping on couches, Minho had made it. Well, he made enough to the point where he could live comfortably and then some if he so wanted to.

Minho hadn't been prepared for life all on his own, his parents just kicked him out and said for him to figure it out. He had always known that his father hated him, from the second that Minho was born, he was a disappointment to his father. However, he thought his mother loved him enough to be there for him, but no.

But Minho was older now, he didn't need them. They didn't want him anyways. His parents could continue to ignore him, then bang on his door when they needed something. Minho closed his eyes.

They could yell and knock until the door broke and their vocal chords stopped working. Minho didn't own them anything. 

does it ever stop?

The answer was probably no. His parents thought that because they kept him alive, that he owned them something in return. Now that he was successful, they wanted to claim their title as his parents.

He wanted to yell at them to stop, for them to just leave him alone. But he knew if he gave them money to leave him alone, they would come back for more. That's how everyone was: greedy.

Life was lonely when everyone wanted you for all the wrong reasons. 

who am i even supposed to trust?

Minho sniffled and covered his face with the blanket, hoping that he would just disappear.

...

He woke up to the sound of rocks hitting his window. For a second, he though it was his parents again. He wouldn't put it pas them to try and break in through his second floor window.

should i call the police?

is this harassment?

would it even do anything?

He decided to open the window and see what was even happening. Maybe one of the rocks would hit him in the head. Minho untangled himself from the blankets to open the blocked window.

He saw a guy standing out there, skateboard propped against his leg and a handful of rocks in his hand. He looked like the kind of guy that would do things that seem illegal but aren't. Like pour the milk before the cereal or only eating the frosting on cupcakes and throwing the cake away or J-walk on purpose. Petty crime.

"Hey! You live here?"

Minho blinked at the stupidness of the question and leaned on the window frame. "What do you want?" His voice sounded exhausted, he couldn't even imagine what he looked like. If it was the same as his voice sounded, it had to be bad. Which sucked, because the stupid stranger was lowkey super attractive.

"Just checking. There were some people banging at your door. I just wanted to see if everything was cool." He dropped the rocks back to the ground and brushed the dirt off his hands before fixing his hair. Yeah, super attractive. Minho looked back into his room to control his face before he looked out again.