Harmless || Stray Kids ✔️

40

Minho

I take over for Chan a day after Jisung's incident. Honestly, I don't want anything to do with this monster. There are still people left and then it's back to me. I'm not ready. I can't face it. There's nothing that will help me.

Jisung rolls over, facing me. His lips are parted slightly, taking in small breaths. I can see edges of his wounds peak out from the bandages. His entire neck is covered in them because of his desperation to live.

The only way we're going to know this works is after my third time. Each round, it gets worse. The second time for me... how is it going to make my fear worse? It practically threw me off of a cliff. It actually did throw me off of the company building.

It doesn't make sense.

I pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. How is any of this real? This can't be real. It just can't.

As I bury myself deeper in my thoughts, I become overwhelmed. Anxiety is pinching my nerves, scratching at my lungs, exploding in my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut.

The sound of wind in my ear makes me lose it.

I jump off of the bed, speed walking to the door. I need to leave. I can't be in this dorm anymore. I'm not one to explode, but this time, I can't help it. I need space. I need time. I need it to stop.

"Minho, what are you doing?" Changbin frowns, watching as I go through the front door.

I keep walking, my heart racing in my chest. I feel small pebbles dig into my uncovered feet. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care!

Someone grabs my arm, pulling me back.

"Min, stop! What's wrong?" Chan worries, the others following us out.

"Please, leave me alone," I whisper, focusing my sight on my feet.

"No, you don't even have shoes on. Tell me what's going to on. Did you see it? Did it say something to you?"

The world is spinning. My thoughts are all over the place. Chan puts his hand under my chin to make me look up. He doesn't question me anymore. He's waiting patiently for me. He grasps my shoulder as a reassurance.

I reach out, my hand trembling as I grasp the arm of his shirt. I fall into his chest, and he catches me. Please, let this be a dream. This can't be real. I stare off into space as he lowers us to the ground.

I can't scream. I can't cry. I can't express my emotions because they've all become so much... that I'm petrified. It feels like Medusa has looked at me and I've turned to stone.

I lay my head on his chest, letting him cover my body in his comfort. "Channie..." I whimper, vulnerability becoming one with me.

"I'm here, baby. I'm here."

A shaky breath escapes me. "I-I'm... so scared."

He kisses my forehead. That doesn't even make me react. "I know. We all are. I promise, this is going to be over soon. I promise."

He lies, but only to soothe. I know better than that. We all do. It's a matter of the moment. I'm panicking and he wants to help.