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by: 越後屋心像

Skz Drabble — Alone (MinChan)

Author’s Note: this is a self insert but also a very specific one. Lots of it is my personal story from losing a parent. It’s hard sometimes; I’m here for anyone who needs it. Love you guys 🫶🏾

Wordcount: 1,617 (maybe I got carried away 😭)

Warnings: mentions of polyamory/ polyamorous relationships, descriptions of depression, loss of a loved one, a full bladder, suggestive at the end.

It was one in the afternoon. Nothing special about today; it was simply a Sunday. The birds chirped, the sun shined, and the wind blowed as cars came pass. Simple.

Yet, you lay in bed. Bound to bed by the leaps and bounds that is the world. You feel your heart getting heavier. You were triggered by the music playing in someone’s car as they drove pass. Your mom loved that song.

Now the tears won’t stop flowing. Your mind won’t stop going. Running and running trying to dodge all your problems. You fall back onto the bed covering your face as if that stopped the sobs that escaped you.

Sobs. For someone who only wanted you to not cry as their last wish. The pain of missing them and the guilt of not following their wishes keeps you wanting to do nothing but remain under the safety of your hands. So you do. You lay in bed with your eyes covered for a while.

Overthinking for a while. Would my mother be proud of me? Even on your best day, you aren’t the same person with your mother. Less motivated… less confident. Would she hate the person I’ve become? You lost the spark. Sometimes you debate on what you keeping going for. Is she even watching? Does it truly matter? You won’t get anything from her. Nobody else cares.

You eventually lay on your side staring at the window. Just clear, beautiful skies in view. The perfect juxtaposition to the mood inside your apartment right now. Dark, sadness looms over you. It’s been years. At this point, you should be fine right? Wrong.

Everyone applauds you for keeping it together. ‘Y/n is so strong’ ‘without my mom I don’t think I would make it y/n is an inspiration’. Unbeknownst to them, you are falling apart alone. You never let anyone know, never let anyone in. They all have too many things going on in their lives.

You had been in bed for way longer than expected at this point. It has been hours of overthinking and crying: a repeated cycle. You felt dehydrated, like your bladder was gonna explode, and exhausted. Yet, you remained in bed. In fetal position, you felt the safest from the world.

You were soon asleep. That’s why you didn’t notice Chan and Minho enter. Chan used his spare key. You hadn’t answered any of their messages or calls for a few days now. This was not normal; this is the longest slump you’ve been in since before you met them.

Normally, you can pull it together after a day. Possibly a few hours even. Three days you have spent at home now. You were convinced you would lose some of your skin complexion.

It was a mess in your house besides the living room. You kept the living room clean to keep appearances from neighbors. The kitchen had a stack of plates in the sink and the garbage was full. The bathroom had lots of tissues from crying on the sink and filling the garbage can. Also, some make up removal wipes because you tried to do your makeup at one point.

When they reach your room, they are prepared for the worst. Nerves eating at them and it showed on their faces.

“What if she’s not alive?” Minho whispers to Chan.

Chan shakes his head. “We’ll deal with it the best we know how..” He opens the door and is relieved you’re just sleeping. The light snores from your body alerted them immediately. Minho lets out a breath he was holding and holds his chest.

Your room: the most dirty of it all. Tissues, energy drink cans, water bottles, lots of plates and bowls, clothes on the ground, hair ties and jewelry just spewed about. The only jewelry missing is the necklace you always wear still on your neck.

“Maybe we should help clean? She doesn’t seem.. okay” Minho suggests. Chan simply nods. He is worried about you, and the condition of you and your place are concerning. Your house is normally rather clean, and you would be up doing some kind of studying or chores. Midday sleeping? Not the typical.

Chan takes on the bathroom cleaning the skin and shower first. While, Minho decides to focus on your kitchen. He starts with the dishes and counters. Chan was going to clean your bathroom mirror, but he saw the affirmations you wrote on it. ‘Tomorrow will be better’ in red lipstick. You weren’t doing okay… his suspicions were right.

Minho decided since the dishwasher was going and the counters were clean maybe he could clean the fridge and stove. The stove required little scrubbing. In the fridge, he found minimal things. Some soup, drinks, eggs, and fruit. The soup he recognized as something you mentioned you loved a lot as a child. Did you make it to feel comfortable? Did it work?

After they both cleaned the floors, they decided to clean your room. They were the most nervous about this because they could wake you. Minho gathered the garbage in a bag since he had taken all the dishes out earlier to put in the dishwasher. He could easily take the garbage out as well. It was part of the kitchen. Chan decided to do your laundry. He took the time to read every clothing label to sort and wash them correctly. They couldn’t clean the floor without waking you, so they decided to wait on that part.

You woke up to the sound of Chan and Minho talking somewhere. You didn’t even connect the dots yet. You groaned as you woke up. You didn’t go use the bathroom before sleeping now you felt the worst stomach pain ever.

Minho was alerted immediately and came to the room.

“Y/n-ah are you okay?” He questions, getting a little close to the bed.

“Can you help me to the bathroom, please?” You beg him. He immediately lifts you out the cover to which you moan in pain. “I’m sorry..” he mumbles. You shake your head. “This is all my fault. Let’s make this quick.” He hustles and helps you to the bathroom. Chan is also watching as you almost immediately go when your on the toilet.

He sighed. “I told you about holding in your piss!” You shrink a little. “I know I’m sorry Channie..” He was going to lecture you, but he hopes the pain is a lesson enough. You go to wash your hands afterwards still in pain. The pain takes a while to subside; it was actual torture and discomfort.

Chan carries you to the living room and sits you on the couch. Here you are between Chan and Minho as they both look at you. You have been exposed. It was a hard to even say anything. The men who you had been seeing were upset with you.



“I can- I can explain.” You stutter out as loud as possible. They nod in an agreement. “Go on.” Minho beckons.

“I.. I’ve had a hard few days. As you both know, I am without both my parents. My mother being the closest to me. I have just been reminded of her so much, and it hurts. Listening to the songs she likes, smelling the perfumes she wore, seeing people who look like her, and the worst of all is when I watch someone die in a movie or show. I can’t do it. My heart is too weak.” Chan rubs your back gently as he holds one of your hands. Minho wipes the tears you didn’t feel fall as he holds your thigh.

“Y/n.. we’re your boyfriends. Why not tell us? We were in the dark about you, your physical and mental state, and that is scary for us.” Chan softly spoke.

“I am prideful.. I can’t be weak even to the people closest to me. You guys always give me so much credit. Meanwhile it is so fucking hard! I take so long in the shower because I can cry in there without you guys seeing me. I just don’t want to worry you guys either. You’re super busy and going through things on your own tha-“ Minho cuts you off. He normally doesn’t interrupt, so you’re immediately confused but attentive.

“In a relationship, we are supposed to be there for each other 100% of the time. If the person needs something, you should be able to balance them. It is three of us. Please don’t feel like you have to be alone in anything. We love you. We care for you. We will always want to hear your concerns and troubles. Don’t do this again.. please.” You could see the concern and sadness on their faces. They actually want that from you. They care about you.

“I’m sorry to worry you. I will try to put my pride aside when it comes to you guys. It will take some getting use to. I know I messed up, but I love you guys too. I don’t want to lose you.” You cuddle closer to Minho and pull Chan in too. They cuddle you smiling softly.

“Our hard-headed girl” Chan pats your head and laughs. “Literally. Also, our messy girl. You’re welcome for cleaning.” Minho rolls his eyes as he says that. “Thank youuu. Sleepover?” You ask excitedly. “Sure let’s get the bed ready.” Chan says as he gets up, stretching his arms and back.

Minho taps you for you to get up and stands up. “Don’t worry we’ll be gentle tonight. You have done enough crying already. As long as you feel satisfied, we can do whatever.” He says, winking and grabbing the towels out the dryer.

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7:15 pm

Author's Note: Random thoughts no other explanation

Genre: fluff ?

Warnings: Cursing, mention of rbf, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 247

You knew about Stray Kids, and you knew they were very attractive. That did not change your expression as they entered the venue for a party you were all invited to. You were known to have a resting bitch face, but you never thought to want to change that about yourself.

Half the time you stared or sat blankly the thought of your expression didn't even register. As you looked forward at them, your eyes locked with Lee Know's. His smile would seem genuine if his eyes didn't read blank. You both just stared for a few seconds before they walked away to all get drinks.

Apparently, you grabbed his attention because he approached when he got a moment alone. You were just taking pictures on your phone not paying much attention. He waits for you to glance up at him from your seat before introducing himself. You give him a soft smile and nod before introducing yourself back to him.

"Hi I'm y/n."

"I can't lie you caught my gaze from across the room." He admits, "I love your eyes. You're rather beautiful, and I'd love to get to know you maybe buy you a drink to start."

You approve and take his hand to stand up in your dress. He leads you towards the bar. You look to your invisible audience. 'A bitch face can get men. Don't smile for any man ladies.' You toast with him and the boys after getting your drink.

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Twice Drabble — Ex

Author's Note: This is a drabble, but I really felt like this was the best I could give today but tomorrow's will be better I promise lol Synopsis: Harsh feelings come about when you see Jihyo with her ex.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Jealousy, Deflecting, Cursing, toxic! Jihyo, crying.

Word Count: 490

You felt bitter staring up at Jihyo now that she was home. You had saw her with her ex at a cafe. It felt like someone stepped on your chest as you watched her through the window. You had just figured out how to breathe again before she arrived.

"Babe. Are you okay?" She reaches out for your hand, but you simply let your hands fall onto your lap. The frown on her face said a lot. She had no idea you seen her earlier probably because you booked it away from the shop as she looked towards where you were standing.

"I'm not your babe. Why were you with her today?" Your eyes never left hers. The look of confusion she gave made you want to scream. "Who?" She asked calmly. "You know who! Your ex!" She rubs the back of her neck. Yeah, you have been caught, Jihyo.

"If I was you, I'd watch your next words towards me. Don't make me spazz out." You looked at her with the darkest stare she'd ever seen. You sat back on the couch as she stood right in front of you.

"I went to ask her something. I needed closure on some things. I'm surprised you were even around. Why weren't you at work? That's the real question." She questioned. Is she serious right now?

"First of all, I got off early and was going to get coffee for you as a surprise to see you sitting with THAT BITCH!" You yell getting frustrated. You won't be played with right now. The ability to deflect is her best trick.

"That bitch has a name. Also, maybe if you were at your job we wouldn't be so pressed now, would we? I simply had a conversation with the bitch. You act like I kissed her." She shrugs as she looked down at you. The position of power she always has. It was always her above you, over you. Nobody could compare to THE Park Jihyo.

In her mind, the only person who needed protection and to be cared for is her. She had no sympathy or compassion written on her face. Simply a look of matter of fact. "Did you? Why bring that up?"

She sighed, "And if I did?" She sat on the table. You felt the tears flood your eyes and blur your eyesight. "Were you happier with them?" She looked at you curiously before she rubbed your knees gently. You moved her hands before getting up. She couldn't even answer.

Looking back, it was obvious, she never liked you just your body. You were a rebound and now that she is back to herself, she didn't need you.

"I can't believe you..." You mumbled before pushing her off the table. "Get out my house!" She nodded before getting up to leave. "You'll be back." She says before closing your front door. It's easier to just let go than keep fighting.

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