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Minho skz - DID

This chapter was so hard to write, and I don't know if it's accurate or not.

Anyway since Minho had DID, I thought I'll introduce his other personalities :

- Minho (Host) - the one they all know.
- Jisoo - a playful alter who appears childish (she's 6yo) and avoids confrontation. - she comes out when Minho is too stress, tired and needs care.
- Rae - angry, defensive, prone to shutting others out before they can hurt them. - comes out when Minho is scared or in danger, or really intimidated

@Skzsquishy here's your requests. Hope it was what you wanted.
1000 words.

Practice room. The atmosphere is tense and thick, but not with the usual energy of focused work. Minho stands by the mirror, silent, eyes flickering with exhaustion. The other members chat quietly, trying to focus, but the room feels off.

Hyunjin suddenly stops mid-step, frowning. "Minho, what's going on? Jisoo, come out—" His voice is sharp, frustration breaking through.

Suddenly, Jisoo's voice—lighter, softer, almost childlike—floats out from Minho's lips.

"I don't wanna practice anymore," Jisoo mumbles, twirling a strand of hair, eyes wide and vulnerable like a scared kid.

Hyunjin's eyes flash. "No, Minho, you can't just—stop! We have to finish!"

But Jisoo shrinks back, trembling. "I'm tired..."

A heavy silence falls. The members glance at each other, uncertain. Then, from the corner, a sudden harsh voice cuts through:

"Stop treating him like a damn machine!" Rae's voice is low, gravelly, fierce.

Minho's body stiffens as Rae takes over, standing rigid and intimidating. His gaze is sharp, defensive.

"I'm not your punching bag," Rae growls, before stomping out of the practice room.

Hyunjin runs after him, but Rae is already gone.

The members sit in silence, guilt and confusion swirling. They know Minho isn't being difficult on purpose, but it feels like he's slipping away from them.

Later that night, the cold air hits Rae's face as he walks alone through the city streets, fists clenched, mind racing. He doesn't want to be the angry one, but it's the only way to keep everyone else safe — including Minho.

Hours pass.

At dawn, the door to the dorm quietly opens. Minho steps inside, eyes blank but confused.

"Where... was I?" Minho whispers to himself, the weight of the night pressing down on him.

Back inside, the members watch him, worried but unsure how to bridge the growing divide. They want to help. They want to understand.

But no one knows how.. well they do, but there scared.

Everyone knew Minho's meds were off balance. The signs were clear—the slipping control, the sudden shifts in moods—but no one dared to say it out loud. Rae's presence was like a storm brewing; his fierce glare and explosive anger made even the closest members hesitate. Fear tangled with love, and no one wanted to be the one to trigger another outburst.

Except Seungmin.

That evening, Seungmin quietly knocked on Minho's door. The air felt heavy. When Minho opened it, Jisoo was there instead—eyes wide and vulnerable, clinging tightly to Seungmin's wrist as if afraid to let go.

"Hey, Jisoo," Seungmin said softly, kneeling down to her level. "I'm here now."

He knew Jisoo well—the playful, scared child who appeared when Minho was overwhelmed and needed care. So Seungmin did what Jisoo needed most: he played quietly with her, letting her choose the game. He offered her snacks and even found a children's book, reading softly as she snuggled closer.

For the first time that night, the room felt warm, safe.

Slowly, Jisoo's bright eyes faded into tired ones, and Minho quietly slipped back into the room, sitting close to Seungmin, hesitating to move away.

"Minho," Seungmin whispered gently. "We have your appointment with the psychiatrist tomorrow. I'll go with you."

That was all it took.

Rae's sharp voice exploded from inside. "No appointments! No doctors! Leave him alone!"

Minho's body stiffened, his expression hardening as Rae pushed forward.

Seungmin swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. He sat down, steady and calm, making sure his tone was soft but firm.

"I'm not going anywhere, Rae. I'm here to help. To listen."

For what felt like an eternity, Rae shouted—angry, protective, scared. But Seungmin didn't flinch.

Eventually, Rae's voice lowered, the storm inside him beginning to calm.

"I'm not here to hurt Minho," Seungmin said quietly. "I'm here because he's part of us—all of us—and he needs help. We all do."

For a long moment, neither spoke.

Then, Rae finally broke the silence, his voice low and rough. "Why do you stay? Everyone else runs."

Seungmin didn't flinch. "Because I care. Because Minho is more than this anger you carry. You're protecting him, right? I get that."

Rae's shoulders sagged just slightly, the tension in his stance easing.

"I don't want to hurt anyone," Rae admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't let anyone hurt him. Not again."

Seungmin nodded slowly. "I know. And you don't have to do it alone. We're all here—for you, for Minho, for Jisoo."

Rae looked away for a moment, then back. "I'm scared. That if I let go, he'll disappear."

Seungmin smiled softly, his voice gentle but firm. "Minho isn't disappearing. He's still inside. You just have to trust him—and trust us too."

For the first time, Rae's eyes glistened with something almost like hope.

After a long breath, Rae stepped back, his stance relaxing.

"Alright," he said quietly. "You can have him back... for now."

Seungmin nodded, relief flooding his chest.

Minho stirred, eyes blinking open, confusion melting into recognition.

"I'm here," Minho whispered, voice fragile but steady.

Seungmin reached out, gently taking Minho's hand.

"You're not alone."

He looked up at Seungmin and whispered, "Thank you... for not leaving."

Seungmin smiled softly, squeezing his hand. "Always."

The quiet in the room was different now—less fear, more hope.

Thanks for reading. I was in the mood for 2min for this chapter