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today was the day that Stray Kids would host a live-for-stays since it was their 5th year of being a group. everyone sat in one room and read the comments from stays, making jokes and talking to each other. but Han sat quietly in the corner of the room, just watching the rest of the members interact. Minho turned to Han, confused. usually, Han would be the one interacting the most and trying to make everyone laugh.
Minho tapped Chan's shoulder, whispering, "I don't think Han is okay. like, not himself." Chan to a glance at him. seeing Minho was in fact right. "maybe he's just tired, it was a long day of performing and stuff, maybe he just needs a few minutes." minho nodded, but it still didn't leave his mind.
after that day minho kept a close eye on Han, seeing his personality slowly fall away from him. he wasn't himself anymore, it was like Han was slowly deleting himself, and just watched as the members laughed and joked. as if Han thought the members didn't need him anymore. it's night now, and minho stayed up on his computer, making a stage plan for the next performance when he heard the front door to the dorms slam shut.
Minho got up to see if it was maybe Chan coming home late from the studio like usual, but as he saw Chan was fast asleep on the couch. he looks at the shoe rack, seeing everyone's shoes there, Wait... Hans shoes were missing.... Minho shook Chan awake. "Chan, Chan! Han's missing, he just left, It's 3 in the morning!" Chan quickly stirs awake, "What? where did he go?" Minho was panicking, he didn't know where Han could have gone, Chan and Minho searched the city for Han, Hoping they would find him. the sun started to rise, and there was still no sign of Han. so they went back to the dorms and waited on the couch.
Chan had fallen asleep, but minho stayed awake, waiting, hoping that Han would walk through that door. 8 am hit, and finally, there was a small creak at the front door. minho raced to the front door, seeing Han, face all red and puffy from crying, soaked in rain, and hands stained in what seemed like his own blood. Minho pulled Han into a tight hug, eyes prickling in tears. " Hannie-ah, where were you? I was so worried that something happened to you." minho cut himself off by letting out a small choke of a sob. "i'm so sorry..." Han whispered. minho took Hans hand and led him to the bathroom, not caring if he had his shoes on. he could mop later. he peeled off Han's jacket, revealing dried blood staining his skin, and deep small cuts plastered all over his arms. Minho cleaned the wounds and wrapped them neatly, then led Han to his room.
he helped Han remove his soaked clothes and get him into some of his own clothes that were a little big on han. he led han to the bed and laid him down slowly. as he put the blanket on han, he stopped him. " your not gonna lay with me?" han said. Minho looked at han with a smile. "i'll lay with you."
(sorry)
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------WEEKS LATER------
Weeks later, and it was time to record a new episode. this time Han was himself. "Im gonna be the funniest one here today" han anounced. han smiled, that smile that made everyone feel at ease, like he was okay.
"He's back"
(THIS SUCKSSSS!!!!!!!!!)