Alleyways | Stray Kids

- 5 -

tw; mentions of self-harm

Jisung was high, drunk or both. At this moment, Minho really couldn't tell. His lover's breath reeked of alcohol and his clothes held the stench of weed. It was Saturday, yes, the day of partying and bad decisions but sheesh it was only 11 am on a Saturday. Who gets high and drunk at 11 am on any day? Apparently, Han Jisung does, much to Minho's annoyance.

"Baby. baby. baby." Jisung repeated as Minho dragged him up the stairs.

"Yes, idiot?" Minho rolled his eyes, "Walk goddamnit, you're making this harder than it should be."

"Min, I love you." Jisung laughed, kissing Minho's cheek as they finally made it to the top of the stairs, "I love you so much."

"I know you do and I love you more, trust me." Minho replied, "but for the love of all that is holy in this world; Han Jisung please use your legs and walk."

Jisung simply nodded a bit and began to walk a bit on his own, he made his way to Minho's room before collapsing on his boyfriend's bed.

"Are you conscious?" Minho asked, observing Jisung's state.

Jisung sat up and looked at Minho, a wide grin spread across his face, "Of course I'm con...con..."

"Conscious." Minho rolled his eyes and closed his door, "You're conscious."

"Con-see-ous?"

"Khan-shush." Minho corrected, "Go to sleep, darling. You're either high or drunk and right now I can't tell the difference."

"I promised my boyfriend I wouldn't drink or smoke anymore..." Jisung whined, "I broke...my promise."

Minho swallowed hard and stared at Jisung, "You always break your promise, Jisung. Now go the fuck to sleep." He walked out of his room, slamming the door behind him, "You always break your fucking promise."

***

"Christopher Bang!"

Chan groaned and made his way downstairs to his mother, "Yeah mom?"

"Oh, you're actually here. Surprising." She looked at her son up and down, her eyes rolled, "Just wanted to see that you were alive, that you didn't kill yourself or anything."

Chan smiled but his eyes didn't meet his mother's eyes, "Perfectly alive."

"Huh yeah, I see." She waved her hand as a sign of dismissal, no longer focusing her attention on Chan, "I'm going to go pick up my children from their friend's house."

"You mean my sister and brother?" Chan corrected.

"No. I meant what I said, Christopher." She sighed, "I cannot wait until I can get you out of my house, officially and legally."

"I know you can't."

His mother nodded, "Don't touch any of my food when I'm gone." She walked out of the door without even saying goodbye.

Chan sighed and decided to leave the house, it was not like he was welcomed there anyways. He jumped into his car and headed to Woojin's house, his second home. He walked straight in, without knocking. Silence greeted him.

"Woojin?" Chan knocked on the older male's room door.

"Come in!" Woojin yelled from the other side.

"Hey." Chan greeted, closing the door behind him and falling out on Woojin's bed. A deep sigh resonated from the boy's soul.

"Chan? You wanna talk about it?" Woojin asked, knowing that the slightly younger male was not okay. He closed his book and sat on his bed near Chan, "Or do you want to just vent?"