Stray Kids Sickfic

Hyunjin, Minho, Seungmin - Stray and Stranded

This is a shorter fic just so you have something to read while I try to get my life together. Thanks for your patience! <3

Requested by swordzoneincorporated (guest) on AO3. This is based off of the car crash that Minho, Hyunjin, and Seungmin got into last year (or was it two years ago? I can't remember). I don't remember the exact details of the crash so I'm making up my own angsty fluffy fantasy - please don't come after me, this is fanfiction after all :D

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"Hyung just-" 

"Nope."

"Minho hyung would you-" 

"Nope." 

"Would you just listen to me?!" Hyunjin snapped, kicking the back of Minho's seat ahead of him. "You won't even let me talk!" 

"I said no." Minho answered firmly, his eyes on his phone, entirely dismissive of the younger dancer. 

"You didn't even hear what I had to say." Hyunjin grumbled, slouching back in his chair and crossing his arms. "If Chan hyung were here, he'd listen to me." 

Minho rolled his eyes and sighed. "Yeah, well Chan isn't here, so I'm in charge, and I say no."

Hyunjin groaned and ran his hands through his hair, glaring out the window. "Why won't you just listen to me!" He exclaimed, barely keeping his cool. He was just done. All he wanted was for Minho to listen to him, but Minho wasn't even giving him a moment of attention. And Seungmin beside him was barely any help in the situation either. The vocalist was tucked up in his seat, trying desperately to stay invisible and completely out of the argument. Ever the pacifist but secret schemer. 

Hyunjin sighed, and leaned back, returning to watching the world go by outside. It had been such a long day of photoshoots for brand deals. He was so tired and his face felt stiff with all the makeup he still had on. A nice shower when he got back would be nice, but he had wanted to stop for food. Yet, Minho wouldn't give him a single second to make his request. Their manager in the driver's would probably even offer to pay, it's not like it would come out of Minho's pocket. Hyunjin would even be willing to pay if their manager didn't so long as Minho would just listen!

But no. The older dancer had turned off his ears and turned on his leave-me-the-fuck-alone mode. Hyunjin hated that mode. He kicked the seat in front of him. Seungmin shot him a disapproving look, a warning that if he kept poking the beast, he'd get bitten. 

Minho didn't respond the first time but when Hyunjin kicked again, the dancer spun around in his chair and glared at him. "Stop before I rip your foot off." He snapped, his dark eyes narrowed. Hyunjin smirked and kicked the seat once more.

"You fucking brat." Minho whispered, unbuckling his seat belt and sitting up in his seat to start crawling into the backseat. 

One moment Hyunjin was glaring at Minho, ready to fight him if that's what Minho so chose to do. The next their manager was swearing and the sound of metal on metal roared in his ears as everything started spinning. Hyunjin squeezed his eyes shut from the dizzying sensation, gripping the armrests. Noise. Spinning. More noise. More spinning. Then suddenly it stopped and Hyunjin's legs reamed into the door, he gasped in pain, knowing instantly a lovely bruise would flower on his thigh given an hour or two. 

He tentatively opened his eyes and found himself upright - at least - but looking out the window, they were very clearly in a ditch. "What-" He whispered, rubbing his eyes as he rechecked his surroundings. Had they just gotten in a crash?

"Everyone alright?" Their manager asked urgently, his seat belt unclicking to turn around and check the three boys. "No one bleeding or anything?" 

"I'm fine." Seungmin said, rubbing his head. "Did a car just hit us?"