The Adventures of Stray Kids

Chapter 1

Content Warning: This Fanfic contains themes of suicide, minor violence, and gore. If this makes you uncomfy or could trigger you then I would suggest not reading. Please stay safe everyone, thank you!

"Is it him?"

The wind blew causing his hair to part. Through the gaps in his bangs he could now make out the shaking boy who was disheveled and drenched, splayed out on the sidewalk before him. His eyes shone a deep violet and were squinted trying to get a better look.

"It's him, the 8th."

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September 24th, Sunday

Seungmin's eyes slowly opened and beams of light entered his vision. It took a few seconds, but eventually his blurred surroundings came into focus.

He was in a bed that was situated up against the wall of a small room and it seemed to be morning because sunlight was filtering through the window to his right, illuminating the mainly gray room with a gentle orange tint.

His eyes panned around the room in a squinted manner, his vision still drunken with sleep. Furrowed eyebrows and a small frown across his face suggested that something wasn't sitting quite right with the boy.

Although it was rather routinely for Seungmin to be dazed and disoriented in the mornings, he wasn't usually muddled to the point of not being able to recognize his own room.

The color palette of the furniture was much too muted and dark, his usual tidy floor was littered with what seemed to be dirty laundry and empty bleach packets, and the collection of dragon ball-z figurines lined up along the shelves were not to his remembrance.

Oddly enough, it was the life-size cardboard cut-out of Ed Sheeran conspicuously placed next to the closet that was a dead give away that this indeed was not his room.

The brown-haired boy quickly shuffled his hands around the comforter in search for his phone. Once he got a hold of it he pressed the power button and was let down when it showed the 'out of battery' symbol.

A somewhat irritated 'huff' escaped the boy's lips as he fumbled out of the bed.

After deeming the possibility of him having been kidnapped not likely considering the teenage-esque room décor, he was starting to guess he somehow ended up at his sister's boyfriend's house or something.

As he made his way to the other side of the room hoping to come to the conclusion as to where he really was, the door swung open.

Seungmin jumped back, a small scream breaking the quiet morning air.

Before him stood a blonde boy who appeared to be older than him.

"Oh you're awake," the boy said stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"Uh you must be very confused right now, but don't worry, I'll explain everything."

Immediately upon seeing his face he was certain it was not his sister's boyfriend.

The slightly downward slanted eyes, big nose, and plush lips jogged his memory and he was able to make him out to be the boy from last night.

'Last night.'

'Oh.'

Within an instant he felt queasy.

Almost as if on cue the boy continued to speak.

"I guess for now you should wash up, and I'll come back with some tea,"

he suggested.

"The bathroom is right outside this room, to the left," he quickly added.