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@cinnamonrowl here's your request hope you like it.
2600 words.
"If I disappeared, would anyone even notice?"
Week 1:
Minho had always been quiet, but he wasn't invisible. At least, he hadn't been.
They used to laugh at his sarcasm. Tease him for being "mom-like" one minute and a chaos goblin the next. He used to sit at the table with the others and feel like part of something warm and real.
But lately... the warmth was gone. And no one had said anything cruel outright. That was the worst part.
It was just little things.
One morning, the group was leaving for practice, and no one told him the time had changed. He came down the dorm stairs, rubbing sleep from his eyes, only to find the van already gone.
He stood there staring at the empty parking spot, confusion settling into his chest like cold rain.
When he finally arrived at the studio on his own, no one apologized. Not even a "didn't we tell you?"
Just a shrug. And silence.
He told himself it was a mistake.
Week 2:
The jokes started to shift.
At first, they joked with him. Now, it felt like they joked about him. Only he wasn't sure anymore if he was being sensitive.
"Minho probably didn't hear us. He's always zoned out."
"Yeah, unless it's a cat. Then suddenly he remembers how to speak."
They laughed.
He laughed too. A little too loudly, a little too late. But inside, something knotted in his stomach.
He wanted to say, I'm listening. I always listen.
But no one was looking at him.
Week 3:
What broke him wasn't what was said—it was what wasn't.
Felix had fallen during rehearsal and everyone rushed to him. Minho had stood there too, concerned, ready to help. But no one noticed he was there. When Felix cried, Chan wrapped an arm around him. Seungmin brought water. Hyunjin offered his hoodie.
Minho was invisible in the middle of it all.
Later that night, Minho slipped on a loose cable and hit his knee hard against the corner of a speaker. He bit his tongue to hold back the sound. He sat on the ground, eyes clenched, pain blooming up his leg.
No one looked. No one noticed.
He cleaned the blood himself in the bathroom, hands shaking.
Week 4:
He was given no choice now.
"Minho, can you clean the kitchen? You're not doing anything."
"Did you do the laundry yet?"
"Hyung, take out the trash, please."
"No, no—we already have someone driving. Minho's doing it."
He became the team's extra limbs. Driver, cleaner, picker-upper of messes.
At first, he did it with a half-smile, hoping they'd recognize it. Appreciate him.
But they didn't. It became expected.
He watched as they laughed on the couch, passing snacks between them. When a bag dropped on the floor, no one moved. They all looked at him.
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K-pop sickfics/hurtfics
Fanfiction** requests are close** Some K-pop sick/hurtfics/littlespace about my favorite K-pop group. I take request. This story is considered a mature because some chapter could be triggering for people, but there is and will be no smut in this book.
