Long Sleeves
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Minho wears full sleeves. Or oversized clothes. Disliking short sleeves but not complaining much. After all, it wasn’t his arms that he wanted to cover.
He had always presented himself that way—while auditioning for Hybe, then for JYP. It was the same clothes, and he wore the style constantly. No one really questioned him by the frequency, but he should’ve understood that that would change.
Living with seven boys that liked to know each other through and through had never made it easy for him to hide his small ticks. Especially with how much they engaged in skinship.
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- Part 3 of Stray Kids Angst Works
- Part 1 of Long Sleeves
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“I think I’m sick, hyung,” Minho whispered—Chan walked ahead, and gently rubbed Minho’s knuckles, going over the boxing scars as he did. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Try telling me.”
Minho exhaled sharply, taking a few moments to articulate what he wanted to say mentally. “It’s like… I feel so unenthusiastic about everything? I don’t know what’s happening—my metabolism has died and I don’t feel the taste of food in my mouth anymore. I—I’m trying not to exaggerate but everything feels so slow and agonizing. I can’t sleep and I can’t stay awake. I feel so… disassociated.”
[Or: relapse is a part of recovery, but not something that is necessary]
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- Part 8 of Stray Kids Angst Works
- Part 2 of Long Sleeves
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Like Wilting Petals of Perpetual White Tulips (I'll Whisper Forgiveness On The Ground You Walk); by glaucous_seas
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
11 Sep 2023
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Minho sighed, biting his lower lip. “He never told you?”
“No,” Changbin shook his head. “The only thing that had occurred was him being exuberant.”
“Which has just gone. He’s… he seems just gone,” Chan said slowly, eyes finally meeting Minho’s.
What Minho had had with Hyunjin was complicated, to say the least. Their relationship had blossomed from a drunken accident when Hyunjin confessed that he never had gotten a chance to have a kiss with a guy. Minho, on his third beer, had offered to fill the spot for Hyunjin to try, resulting in probably their most memorable kiss. Sour breathed and experimental, a clock set for doom.
They hadn't put a label on it, and occasionally came up to each other to learn, to know. They shared the same hunger, the same fire to the flame that buzzed underneath their skin at every contact. Minho had and was Hyunjin's first and vice versa.
"We… We were close," Minho mumbled.
[Or: Recovery is like playing a game of Jenga, building up and breaking, building up and breaking, until it's better.]
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- Part 3 of Long Sleeves
- Part 10 of Stray Kids Angst Works