Stray Kids One-Shots (BxB, BxG)

The Creature Wants Me (BangInho)

Pairing: Bang Chan x Lee Minho
Genre: Angst with a lil bit of Fluff
Warnings: drug and alcohol addiction

Another bottle of maybe some Jack or Rum down, another drug either in pill form slipping down his throat or in liquid form being injected into his arm, and Chan is too far gone to even control himself anymore. He's stumbling around like a blind puppy, the laughter of his so called friends surrounding him and fading in and out, his own drug induced grin painted on his face. It's a fake smile, it's not real. He's tripping out, he's far from reality now. He's laughing along with his friends, even though he doesn't have a fucking clue what they're saying half the time anyway. All of this shit; slowly killing himself with every drop of alcohol, with every intake of a pill and with every injection, all to quieten the snarling voices in his head.

He thought of it like some sort of terrifying creature banging on the walls of its cage, snarling at him, snapping it's jaws, glowing red eyes and fangs three times the size of any normal fangs he'd ever seen, always hungry to feed off the pain and the suffering Chan felt. So, to shut the beast out, he drowned it on alcohol, and kept it quiet with drugs.

Minho hated it, because he didn't know why Chan did what he did. He didn't even realise what kind of mental torture Chan went through every single moment he was sober, because Chan never said anything. He never talked about it. Chan didn't want Minho to pity him or feel sorry for him like all the others in his life have. So, he associated himself with the wrong crowd, he drowned his sorrows in alcohol and he numbed the pain with drugs.

Minho sat awake in his and Chan's bed, another night without Chan beside him. Chan wasn't always like this. There was a time when Chan and Minho were younger, Minho being 13 and Chan being 14 when the two would have sleepovers and share cute little kisses and cuddle each other as they fell asleep. High school sweethearts whose relationship went from sweet and cute to sour and bitter in the span of a couple years.

Minho knew something went wrong, but he didn't know exactly what. So, he just sat there, silent tears streaming down his face as he remembered the past. However, when he heard the door open and his name being called out, Minho wiped his eyes and got up out of the bed, padding out of the room wearing nothing but grey briefs and one of Chan's black jumpers that was oversized on him as he walked downstairs to see Woojin lying Chan down on the couch. Chan was obviously completely out of it, mumbling incoherently in his intoxicated state and drug induced sleep.

"You could have brought him up to the room you know" Minho croaked out, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"I figured you wouldn't want his drunk ass lying all over you" Woojin chuckled, but as he turned to face Minho, his expression turned serious, "Minho, I know it's hurting you to see Chan being like this, and this might seem a bit drastic, but you have to end this relationship between you two. I know you love him, but this is toxic Minho" Woojin sighed.

Minho knew Woojin was only being a concerned friend and the younger had always thought of Woojin as an older brother, but the mere thought of leaving Chan on his own made him sick to the stomach. Minho slowly walked over to the couch, lying down and cuddling up to Chan. The couch was surprisingly just big enough to fit both of them.

"You can go now Woojin. Thanks for bringing him home" Minho muttered as he snuggled his face into Chan's chest. Chan kept mumbling his sleep, but eventually slowly wrapped his arms around Minho as if somewhere in his muddled brain, he knew Minho was there.

The next morning, Chan woke up alone on the couch with a splitting headache and no memory of the night before. Chan groaned as he sat up, his eyes locking onto the painkillers and glass of water with a note beside it on the coffee table. Chan quickly took the painkiller and downed the glass of water, and once his headache became slightly more bearable, he picked up the note and read it.

Hey Channie,

I went out to go job hunting with Felix today. I did tell you a couple days ago, but I'm sure you've forgotten about that one by now haha. Stay safe babe, I love you <3

- Minho

Chan felt his hand shaking after he read the note. For some reason, the words 'I love you' struck a chord within Chan. The older knew he was most likely destroying Minho with his self destructive ways, and yet the younger still found it within himself to love Chan, even after all this time. Chan crumbled the note, throwing it into the coffee table and covering his face with his hands as silent tears began to stream down his face. He stayed like that for a good five minutes before Minho suddenly came back home after a long day of job hunting. It was 2pm, so Chan had woken up extremely late.

Minho saw Chan shaking and hunched over on the couch, frowning in worry as he walked over to the older to see what was wrong. Minho kneeled down in front of Chan, his hands resting in the older's knees.

"Channie, what's wrong?" Minho whispered softly.

Chan flinched at the nickname, and hesitated a little before looking up at Minho.

"Why do you still love me? I...I'm hurting you, so why?" Chan asked.

"Do I really need a reason?" Minho chuckled, sighing softly, "Chan, even though you do alot of stupid and reckless shit, but your still my Bang Chan, the one I fell head over heels for when I was 13. I keep...I keep hoping you'll be like that again; that you'll be like your old self again but I know that hoping for something so unrealistic is stupid. I don't know what happened to make you fall down into this hole, but I'll stay wig you and help you through it, if you'd only let me" Minho smiled sadly.

Chan was silent as he sat back against the couch and pulled Minho up onto his lap so he was straddling him. Minho rested his hands on Chan's shoulders as the two stared into each others eyes.

"I think it's time I tell you. I've been keeping this from you, from everyone for years. The only one who knows is Felix..." Chan gulped visibly, before he made the mental decision to stop being a wuss, to stop hesitating and just tell Minho the truth.

Chan's family hadn't said anything about this, but Chan's mother had passed away on Chan's 16th birthday due to her losing her internal battle with depression, and 16 year old Chan had found her hanging from a roof beam in the living room. That's started the downward spiral. He started secretly taking bottles of alcohol from his father's stash and he started smoking cigarettes, and once he had made friends with Jackson Wang, the towns bad boy, he started smoking weed too. He began hanging around all of Jackson's friends who were all 20-22 years old at the time and from there, he just spiralled further down into a hole.

Chan was suffering from depression himself, but not only that, he started to have hallucinations due to the mix of alcohol and drugs in his system, but it was only one particular hallucination. He stupidly gave a face to the voice inside his head telling him to end his own life, and he started physically seeing it from time to time.

By the end of Chan's whole speech, Minho didn't know what to say. Instead, the younger just wrapped his arms around Chan's neck and pulled the older into a kiss. Chan's hands rested on Minho's hoax the kiss lasting for a solid three minutes before Minho broke the kiss.

"There are other ways of distraction Chan, less self destructive ways..." Minho's tone was very suggestive.

Chan smirked, leaning his forehead against Minho's.

"Hm, why don't you show me this...other distraction then?" Chan chuckled.

"Gladly" Minho got up off of Chan's lap, grabbing the older's hand and led him up to their room.

After that day, Chan had started to change his ways. Of course, it didn't come without consequences. The withdrawal symptoms were like Hell in earth, but Minho was there for him the whole way. Finally, Chan was going back to his old self...