Stray Kids Imagines (ON HOLD)

reprisal ; lee minho

third person

genre: angst, yandere au

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It was almost like a secret to everyone who knows the true events of story. Almost like a secret that could get themselves killed, theirselves walking right into a death trap if they talked about the whole occasion in public. In this regard, they talked about it amongst themselves, behind closed doors, talking in hushed whispers.

"Did you know about the member of SK who went rogue?"

"The only girl? Yeah."

"I heard she works in the black market."

"She's working in the dark web, believe me."

"I heard she only became an assassin for the benefits of the job."

"Either way she's still a villain who deserves to be killed."

"At least now that we know she's dead, there's one less killer to be taken care of."

"Isn't she a part of the (L/N) family?"

"Yeah, they're very well known for their honest service."

"Not anymore, since she's completely separated herself now because of her job."

"Those are just rumors. We don't know if any of them are true."

But the girl within their topics is nowhere to be found. Instead, hiding in the shadows is her beloved, waiting for the right time to avenge her.

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It was all etched in his memories—the last reminiscence of her hand holding his, with (Y/N)'s angelic face painted with a bright smile, a great contrast to her real occupation.

As her dark eyes shone, her mouth moved, forming words that he could never hear nor comprehend. That remembrance was something Minho could never forget.

Everytime he would close his eyes, he would see (Y/N) behind his eyelids, and everytime it happens he would relive it to try and savvy her words—everything that she wanted to tell him.

To put it simply, Minho misses (Y/N). Terribly.

How he longed for her sweet voice, her soft touch, her tight hugs, and her kisses full of love. He wished to see himself smiling brightly, laughing cheekily alongside her again.

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As he traced the walls of the now abandoned flat he used to share with her, he remembered the last time when he was out for a mission with the eight members of SK, excluding (Y/N), for their mission was beyond death-defying and Minho could never risk her life for their work. And the said mission lasted for almost a month.

When he returned, there was no sign of (Y/N), and a note saying that she had to leave for a mission assigned to her by their higher-ups took her place. Convinced, Minho waited for days, which turned to weeks, until it had been months, with no sign of the girl coming back.

Alarmed, he returned to the headquarters, hoping that she would be there, but none of the members nor their bosses said that she had been there.

Three months had passed and Minho felt his sanity slipping away from his body. He longed for (Y/N), and what enraged him was the fact that their superiors had hidden such fact from him.

He believed her note, there was no way that she would lie to him, right? After all, he had been nothing but loyal and open to her through those three years of being a happy couple despite their standard of living.

Some said that she had vanished. Like, she had been wiped off from the face of earth. Like a bubble popping out of nowhere, invisible to anyone's sight. She was even pronounced MIA by the association. For Minho, it was very odd.

Why would they do that if they themselves sent her on a mission, alone?

Perhaps (Y/N) lied to him about the whole mission thing, could be a possibility.

Before he knew it, a year had passed when their underground consociation announced that she was dead. But before anyone of them could, he found her.

It was supposed to be a simple mission, really. All she had to do was to scout the perimeters of their hideout, look for anything suspicious, and report back to the headquarters immediately. But when he did find her, a whole new person was before him.

It was not his (Y/N).

The girl he fell in love with was a sweet person, no matter the situation. The person standing in front of him was not her—she had a ruthless pair of eyes that showed no hesitation to kill.

Then, a familiar figure from the shadows emerged. There stood her older brother Midam, with a malicious look on his face.

And it had struck Minho. Her brother had taken full control over her, manipulating her mind by putting the small device he had designed especially for the purpose. He knows him; he would do anything just to exploit her innocence, controlling her mind just for his selfish ways.

He slammed his palm on the wall, his eyes slowly being filled with tears as he remembers the memories of the past.

Minho smiled, miaowing a little as he spotted the person he wanted dead. Quickly moving, his footsteps were unheard by the victim as he inches closer to him, his hands reaching behind his pocket to pull out the sharpest scalpel he had.

And without a second thought, he stuck the knife right into Midam's chest with all the force he could muster, and he died right on the spot. The rest of what he did to his lifeless body became history.

Minho snapped out of his thoughts and dashed to the cemetery where she was buried, not bothering to bring flowers or candles. He just ran to her grave, his hands covered in Midam's blood along with the scalpel he used to end his life.

Laughing like a person who had gone mad, he placed the knife down on the grass, his bloodstained fingers tracing the marble gravestone where (Y/N)'s name was etched.

"I did it, baby," he said, his every word getting creepier and creepier. "I killed him. I avenged you."

Minho knew that it was not his rational mind that was speaking. He knows that his psychopathic side was kicking in, and he wanted nothing but to end things here and now.

Looking down, with that insane smile still on his face, he laughed as he grabbed the knife from the floor. And with the final spark of sanity crossing in his dark orbs, he smiled genuinely at the grave, where his beloved lay.

"I love you."

Minho plunged the knife to his chest, his heart being penetrated by the sharp edges of the scalpel. And as his consciousness began slipping from his body, his eyes slowly closed, a smiling image of (Y/N) flashing before his eyes.

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