Praise me, Love me, Kill me | Stray Kids AU | Minsung

Hyung is the only one

That night Minho was having a concert.

But he wasn't feeling like singing.
He was heartbroken, laying on the floor of his bedroom, waiting for a silent death.

-Stop dramatising and move your ass!

Minho opened slowly his eyes to meet an irritated Chan.

-What do you want? Leave me alone. Can't you at least let me die alone?

Chan sighed before throwing in Minho's face some clothes he found in his wardrobe.

-Get dressed! You have to go on the stage and perform in less then an hour.

-I'm not going. Sing yourself some carols. I don't care.

Chan helped Minho get up and started putting a jacket on him and ruffling his hair to look a little styled.

-So you broke up with Seungmin, so sad, but you have responsibilities. Do you think your fans care you are heartbroken? They bought tickets for tonight and no one is gonna give their money back.

Minho groaned and got in the car. Chan drove him to the square where he was about to perform.

He was a total mess, yet the destiny was preparing something big for him.

Minho started as a dancer, but when his voice got recognition, he became a solo artist performing on big stages of the world under the name of Lee Know.

He was living his dream, he had great friends and a lover he kept away from the press. It was all he could ever ask.

Until he and Seungmin got into a fight two weeks ago and Seungmin ended it. Minho remained devastated.

His best friend, Felix, went to talk it out with Seungmin. As a result, Minho was left alone crying in his room for days, not eating or going outside.

That's when Chan entered his life.

Their mothers were friends, so at Minho's mother request who was in a business trip on the other side of the planet, Chan came to check on Minho.

They became friends pretty fast even tho they'd never met before. And since then Chan sticked out with Minho to help him get over it.

-You look great, man! You can do it! Just have fun, ok? said Chan patting Minho on his back.

-How can I have fun when my heart won't stop aching.

-It's called acting. Your fans don't need to see the sentimental Lee Minho. They need the sexy energetic Lee Know. If you don't want to sing, just pick one of the people in the first row and make a duet. This way they won't suspect you can't sing a shit tonight.

-That's actually smart. Thanks, hyung!

-No problem! I'll be right here.

Minho got up on stage and started performing. Everything went pretty well until the sad songs came. He was tired and not in the mood to sing about love and break-ups.

He forced himself to sing, but he knew he couldn’t reach the high notes. His throat was done since he had cried for the past two weeks.

He searched in the crowd for any help. Anyone. It didn’t need to be good at singing. Just to keep the flow.

He pointed his mic towards the first row and spotted a guy with blue hair singing his lungs out on the beat. He grabbed his hand and led him on the stage.

A little younger and shorter, with big sparkly eyes and puffy cheeks, the boy took the mic in his trembling hands.

Minho notices the boy was anxious. He took his hand and intertwined their fingers.

The boy gathered his courage and hit the high notes with no problem. Minho remained aback. The boy's voice was incredible.

When the song ended, another one started. This time was a hype beat. Minho started dancing with the boy.

-What's your name? he yelled loud enough to be heard by the boy.

The music was making impossible for them to talk, but Minho managed to read on his lips a quiet “Jisung”.

Jisung went back to his place and Minho started feeling better. He sneaked some looks at the boy in the first row even though he was supposed to focus on his show.

When the show finally ended, Minho locked himself in the changing room.

It seems suspicious to Chan, so he knocked at the door three times.

-Minho? What happened, buddy? Are you ok? Please, open the door for me! he started sounding worried.

He was mentally preparing to take down the door when Minho's head popped out of the crack.

-Why so aggressive? he asked with no shirt covering him.

-Oh, sorry, man! I didn’t know you're changing, apologised Chan with a flush on his face.

-Well, it’s a changing room. It's written on the door.

-Right! he nervously laughed. Do you want me to take you home or...

-I think I’m ok. I can take the bus. Thank you anyway, hyung! See you tomorrow!

-Oh-ok. See you!

Chan left rubbing his nape and drove home without any clue of what was Minho actually doing...or who was he doing.

-Hyung? A shaky voice made Minho lock the door behind him and focus on the boy standing on his knees in front of him.

-Hey, baby! Sorry for that! We won’t be intrerupted anymore, I promise!

He crunched down and pressed a kiss on the boy's forehead.

-You're so cute and frail. Would you let hyung take care of you tonight? Or perhaps do you have a partner?

The boy shook his head and hugged Minho tightly.

-Hyung is the only one.