1: Stray Kids: Minsung

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Minho's POV:

"Jeongin, move, move, mo- ah!" I feel my body lift into the air as my feet slide on the wooden floor.

The pot of boiling noodles flies behind me, crashing into the cabinet.

A throbbing erupts in the back of my head and I curl in on myself. My hands find their way to the back of my head and they grasp the throbbing area. My arms are trembling as I stay there, not listening to anything going on around me.

"Minho-hyung, are you okay? Chris!" The Maknae questions rapidly, worry dripping through his voice.

"What- oh god, Minho, what happened?" Chan asks, kneeling beside his brother.

"H-he slipped when we were cooking," Jeongin answers, feeling guilt build in his stomach.

Tears fall from my face as my head continues to sting and sharp pains jolt throughout my scalp.

"Minho, what hurts?" Chan asks, setting a gentle hand on my leg. New sets of voices come into the kitchen as Chan talks to me.

"M-my head," my words come out harsh along with my breathing.

"Okay. Okay, can you stand up? We have to lie you down on a bed."

"Y-yeah, I think," my trembling hands release my throbbing head and I set them down on the floor. I notice an odd color that stains my hands and that's when I start to panic.

"I-I'm bleeding, Chan," I lift my hand and it's covered in the red substance.

"I know, I know. Just stand up, we need to stop the bleeding," he says.

I push myself upper half up, getting help from Changbin and Chan. My knees buckle, almost sending me to the ground if Jisung hadn't grasped my body.

"I-I think I'm going to puke, h-hyung," I gasp out, feeling a nauseous wave go over my head along with a massive headache.

"Hyunjin, get a trashcan," Chan orders, basically dragging me to the couch. "Lie him down. Felix, call Manager Park."

My vision fades in and out, almost as if I were drunk. My eyelids droop heavily, making the leader panic a small bit to keep me awake.

"Minho, come on, you gotta stay awake for me, okay?" He says, patting my cheek.

"An ambulance is on its way," Seungmin says, making me panic a bit.

"N-no Jisung, please," my words slur together in confusion and fear, "I don't want to go there."

"I know, hyung, I know. But you have to, it's for your health and safety, okay?" He responds, taking Chan's place.

"Lift his head," Chan says, a wet cloth in his hands. He presses it to the back of my head which makes me cry out.

Tears slip down my pale cheeks as the stinging continues.

"I know, bud, the ambulance will be here soon. Just stay awake for us."

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"Jisung?" My voice comes out raspy and weak. My head was pounding, although the nurse gave me headache meds. My eyes were closed, drowsiness still upon my person.

"Yeah, babe, I'm here," he says. I feel his warm hands interlock with mine, making me give it a weak squeeze.

"What happened?" I question, some parts of my memory having gone blank.

"You slipped while you and Jeongin were cooking. Hit your head really hard on the floor," he replies in a soft tone.

"Where are the others?"

"One of the staff took them home. Chan is in the hall talking to Manager Park, he was really worried when we called him," his thumb rubs the back of my hand, keeping me calm.

"I'm sorry," I say, hating that I made the others worry so much. "It was an accident-"

"We know, love, we know. You're not in trouble, don't worry," he cuts me off, reassuring me that it was okay.

"What about Jeongin? Did he get hurt or in trouble?" I question, worrying for my younger brother.

"No, he just had to explain everything. None of us are in trouble. Manager Park is taking care of everything. Just rest, you need it," he says, caressing my cheek.

"Okay, just stay with me, please," I request, playing with his fingers.

"I will. Now go to sleep, I'm not going anywhere," he demands, not in a mean tone or anything, just in a gentle, worrisome voice.

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