Stray Kids Oneshots

Thank you, Darling - Lee Know

Red. That's all you could see.
Flashing, blinding, cruel flickering lights.
As well, a pool of red liquid, encasing your hands, as you looked down.
When did the knife get there?
You felt yourself all over.
It wasn't coming from you.
That's when you heard a scream, and you went to cover your mouth.
Only to find that it was creating that bloodcurdling scream, full of agony, pain.

But you couldn't feel anything.
That was until your anguished eyes landed on the body in front of you.
The knife was near his hand, neck slit.
Had he done it?
That's when the memories flickered back.

"Baby you know I wouldn't cheat! I was set up!" Minho cried, as tears filled your eyes.
"You're lying!" You yelled back, gripping at the bench.
That's when your eyes landed on the knife block.
He looked at you, worry flashing on his face.
"No, no, Y/N come on.. we were helping you.. I was trying to help you! Come on, come here." He said, stepping forward.
Your hand slid to the knife block, gripping at the black handle.

Then the knife was in front of you, pointing at Minho.
That's when you felt yourself almost go into autopilot.
"You can meet that bitch in hell." You growled, as you moved forward.
Minho grabbed at your wrist, stopping you from stabbing him.

"Y/N I know you're suffering. Fight it. Your brains amazing, but it's rotten. You need to fight the disease back. You're not a monster.." He whispered, throwing the knife as he tightened his grip on your wrist.

"I am a monster.. I can't control it.." you mumbled, eyes glassy.
He placed his forehead on yours, wrapping one arm around your torso, the other tightly gripping your hand, as he almost danced with you, into the living room.

"I know you can.." he whispered, kissing you.
"Know I trust you, no matter what."
That's when you bumped your head against his, making him stumble back as you ran for the kitchen knife.

Then the blood dripped down, as Minho smiled gently, as he felt himself choke, suffocate, as he wrapped his hand on his bloodied neck.
It was split wide open.
He fell to the floor, looking to me with love.
There was no sense of hate, disgust, nothing.
"I love you..."

I looked to the knife, tears spilling from my eyes, drenching the blood stained carpet.
I squeezed his hand.
"Minho.. I'm so sorry..." I whispered through suffocating sobs, as I felt my mind go blank.

I had succumbed to the illness, the plague of the world.
The plague of hate, power, murder.
Or in other words, I had lost control.
I had turned into a wandering killing machine.
Im so sorry, Minho. You were there under the worst conditions.

Deep down I knew you hated me.
But you refrained from showing it.
So, thank you.
I love you too, darling.
Then I threw myself into the ocean.
Zombies can't swim after all.