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GROUP: STRAY KIDS
PAIRING: SEUNGSUNG
REQUESTED? yes✓/no—by  -WILL7S

THEIR REQUEST: Seungsung, "It's okay, you're safe now." vibes
(It's not exactly what you asked for but it's not at all like what I usually write and I think you'll like it anyway so)

A/N: BYE I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS IM SORRY WILL

TW: IMPLICATIONS OF SUICIDE, INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, SELF HARM

Kim Seungmin inhaled the outside air for the first time in three months.

It was about time. He despised the loony club—sorry, the psych ward—and everyone in it. He shouldn't have even been there in the first place, anyway. He wasn't crazy, like those other kids. He was normal. He was a teenager. He was a teenager and teenagers do dumb things. It wasn't his fault.

Or maybe it was. Maybe it was his fault that he ended up locked into the Manhattan Psychiatric Hospital for three months, one week and four days. Maybe he shouldn't have overdosed on ibuprofen on his seventeenth birthday. But that hardly mattered now. He was out. He was fixed.

So he walked his extremely-totally-100%-fixed self down Houston Street, nearly empty red suitcase rolling behind him. And he strolled his completely-utterly-entirely-fixed self up the three flights of stairs to reach the small apartment he lived in with his roommate and best friend (who happened to be the most annoying person on the face of the planet).

"Seungminnie! You're back!" Changbin bounded into the room like an overly-excited puppy, bouncing onto the cracking sea-green couch they had found in a dumpster three years ago, when they first moved into this rickety old place. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine, Changbin." Seungmin sighed and locked the front door behind him. He was fine. He was fixed. "I'm surprised you didn't burn the house down while I was gone."

"You have no faith in me."

"I most certainly do not." Seungmin dropped his suitcase off in the room and dumped what dirty laundry he had into the basket. He crinkled his nose. "Changbin, have you done laundry at all?"

Changbin shrugged. "I didn't need to. I wear Hyunjin's clothes, anyway."

(Seungmin had lied when he said Changbin was the most annoying person on the face of the planet—Hwang Hyunjin, his boyfriend, most definitely takes the cake on that one.)

Seungmin sighed. "I'm gonna go take a nap."

Changbin frowned, hurt clouding his eyes, but he blinked it away.

"Okay. I'll be quiet." Was the last thing Seungmin heard Changbin sigh before he slammed the door to his room, leaning against the doorframe.

Seungmin did not have the energy to deal with an overly enthusiastic roommate that didn't know how to cope with having a suicidal best friend. Seungmin wished he could show Changbin just how much he meant to him—but he didn't know how. After the stunt he pulled three months ago, he wasn't even sure if Changbin would believe him.

He sighed again and slid down the doorframe. Seungmin couldn't do anything correctly—he couldn't be nice to his best friend, he couldn't even kill himself accurately. What a failure he was. If only he'd gotten that right, he wouldn't be dealing with all of this right now.

But don't get it twisted—he was still absolutely-fully-wholeheartedly-undisputedly fixed. Right?

——