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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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Possible Triggers: skzxskz mentions, mentions of death, mid-apocalyptic world, and falling. Author's Note: This is my first scenario. Please be my skz moot if you like it lol I'm 21 so not a minor. Please point out any mistakes if you find them. All feedback is welcome. This is a request from @lino-jagiyaa Prompt is bolded Italics is thoughts Word Count: 1,571

You wandered the streets searching being cautious with every step. Desolate and quiet the streets are; they once were loud and bustling. Chan held one of your hands. He took the lead as you watched behind you. Always. You couldn’t take any chances. Not after Felix…

You got to the old convenience store early. Never leaving in the night time. It just wasn’t smart anymore. Inside the store could be as desolate as the streets, but you both knew you had to check it out. Because he was more agile these days, he climbed up the shelf closest to the door without making a sound.

It was imperial to not make a sound. As he slowly jumped from one shelf to another, he grabbed anything he could reach and stuffed it in his bag. Eventually, he made his way back to the front.

“Good job Channie”, you whispered. You gave a thumbs up. He had gathered some snacks, a blanket, some type of medicine and water. He bowed a little “Thank you. Now let’s get out of here.”

The grovel under his combat boots signaled you were going from where you came. District 9: underground headquarters established by 3racha. Chan, Changbin, and Han leading the pack meant someone was always out gathering, surveying the entrance, and helping on the inside.

Today it was you and Chan’s turn to gather. 7 bags meant Water, Snacks, medicine, possible lighters/gasoline, candles, blankets or clothing, and period products/towels the rarest thing to come across these days.

“I wonder what will end it.. bomb? Astroid?”, you think out loud to him. He hums, “Maybe this is purgatory for our sins in our past lives.” I hate them then. It’s not my fault they did something wrong.

You met Chan when you were both sixteen. You were young, dumb, and broke: no Khalid. It was nice then, simple. You went on dates together. You panicked over outfits and hairstyles for hours. Everything had to be perfect for him.

Now you wore rather dusty black vans, a green shirt with a black pull over, and some jeans. Chan looked handsome as always. He wore a navy blue bomber jacket with black joggers. You both wore fingerless gloves and knee pads. It made sliding easier.

Chan was your high school sweetheart turned forever lover. Even if you wanted to leave him, which you didn’t, there would be no real options. Just some guys you could get to know and his closest friends.

You hit the next place: an abandoned gas station. Lighters, snacks, water, and toilet paper. A successful stop. “Did you need to use the bathroom?”, he asked. He could go outside. It was rarely anyone around. He didn’t want you to do that; you didn’t even feel comfortable enough to do it anyway.

“Yea I’ll try to go while we’re here.” You went and came back. “Let’s go Channie.”

The search continued. His glances at you were loving still… even after everything that has happened. He still loved you, and you still loved him. It was nice to not be alone for this.

You both finished right before dusk. The walk back included talks about your period, dinner, and life way back when. “You remember our song?”

He smiled and laughed. “Of course. I wrote it.” He was a cheeky bastard. “I know. Just making sure we have one thing left.” He held your face gently. “We have each other.” You nodded tears falling down your face. It was not easy going through this.

Wiping your tears hurt him, you knew he hated seeing you cry. You tried not to causing yourself to lay a head in his chest. He almost fell because of the sudden weight. He patter your head. “I understand. I know princess.”

You sobbed louder but quickly looked up. “No…”, Chan mumbled.

You both ran quickly. Chan dragging you as you looked out for both your behinds. A zombie groaned coming your way. Chan quickly pulled his gun from his waist holster. He would shoot if you missed. You unsheathed your machete. It was always on your back. The sash being around your body meant danger. You never wore it at district 9. It was safe there.

You both tried to out run the one while also leading it away from district 9 considering you were heading in before this. As he got closer, you slashed him across the chest. Some blood splattered but you got him good. “I will always protect you Chan.” He kissed your forehead.

“I will always protect you too. I’m glad you decided on a machete. It’s quieter. Idk how Changbin does it.”

Changbin. Master of arms. Shotgun on his back for lonely days. Sometimes Sniper on his back as well. Pistol and knife on his hip always. Never cared about himself. More about everyone else. If he “had it his way”, he’d be dead already.

You both continued to move forward with you basically on Chan’s back. You had wandered pretty far to the other side of town trying to move from district. It was more zombies on this side, less explored. It would be less frightening with Changbin or Minho around.

Minho was more close combat. Machetes, bats, and knives. He had great body control and had learned some parkour from Felix as well as Hyunjin. He could get out of most slippery situations. As well as help one of you, he is a team player for sure.

You heard the sound in the air from something flying then a car alarm. “Chan”, you warned. He looked behind you. “Oh shit.” Someone’s out here and trying to kill us. For supplies? Weapons? Just to be hateful.

You both ran. A swarm following you. You never saw who threw that thing, but you’ll send Changbin back to kill them. Maybe kill them your self.

“Do you trust me?”, Chan asks.

This isn’t the first scenario you needed to trust him. “Y/N let’s go.” He had on his combat boots again. Felix at his side. You had worked in threes. You, Chan, Felix. Changbin, Jeongin, Minho. Han, Hyunjin, Seungmin.

You strapped on your machete and nodded. “Ready!” You three left district waving to Jisung who was on guard duty today. He looked cool. Where’d the armor come from?

You moved as a pack. All in a line. You in the middle with Chan and Felix to your left and right respectively. Small talk was made.

“So Felix.. Changbin?”, you asked softly. His slight blush gave away anything. “Yea.. it’s been a while, but we finally admitted to each other.” You wanted to clap in joy.

They deserved to be happy together. Should’ve been happy together. It all happened so fast. One trip over a bottle in a desolate place led to hoards coming.

You all ran as fast as your legs could take you hoping to lose them. You always used tall buildings. Parkour away if possible. Chan was the least use to it, so Felix always helped him.

“Up here!”, you whisper yelled. Chan couldn’t find his balance, so they both fell. Chan was climbing back up when Felix got bit for the first time. No one was watching the area.

The look in your eyes as the world stopped. “Lix”, you whispered. “I love you guys.. and Changbin too”, he disappeared into the hoard after that. His muffled screams haunt you till this day.

“Do you trust me?”, he asked. He wanted to run. Take the chance while they’re distracted even if the distraction was his best bro. Felix did this for us to live. Don’t let it go to waste.

And right now probably won’t be the last time you have to trust him either. “Yes I trust you Chan”, you tell him confidently.

He leads you to a cliff of some mountains. He quickly ties the bags to a tree nearby. “We’re gonna jump.” Huh? You looked up at him like he was crazy.

“Hell no…Chan there has to be better ideas.” He shook his head. “It’s a cliff right there”, he points about a meter down. “Big enough for us, small enough to hopefully avoid them landing on us.”

He didn’t give you a second before jumping down. He landed perfectly like a cat. Has he been training with Minho? Sheesh. “Chan, what if I miss the cliff?” I don’t wanna die. I’m too young to die. He looked up, “You won’t.”

As the hoard came closer, you finally gathered the courage and jumped. Your toes grazed the rock before you slipped causing you to scream.

Chan grabbed your hand just before you would’ve fell almost going himself. He is leaning down holding you with all his strength as your body dangles off a cliff.

The look in his eyes shows a lack of worry.

“I’ll never let you go, don’t worry.”

His reassurance made you want to cry even more. As the zombies fell off the cliff mountain trying to get to you, he pulled you up carefully.

You hugged him once you were standing crying into his shoulder. He wouldn’t let you go physically or mentally. He loved you enough to almost fall with you.

He rubbed your back, “I love you. I’m sorry I put us in this situation…” You both shared a soft kiss.

“I love you too. I understand you thought this was a good idea and it was. Let’s get back up and out of here.”