Title :

Let's play?

Couple : [Nichkhun x Minho]

Rate : PG-13

Writer : aloha

Talk's :

Try decorating it for fun. Don't expect sweetness from this...

it is

Very Short Fic

Because I can't think of anything.

Anyone who doesn't like this style, press close immediately. (The person who composed it doesn't like it. But it flashed up)

first and last time I won't decorate anything like this anymore.

T^T

“Good morning, Minho. Did you sleep well last night?” Nichkhun said after getting up to open the light pink curtains. So that the morning sun could come and greet you.

“Minho, let's go eat,” the tall man said with a smile before scooping him up into his arms. Then walked out of the room.

“Doctor, please come take a look for me. My Minho must be sick. Minho won't eat anything.” The young man ran and dragged the handsome doctor over to the table where food was scattered all over the floor.

"Where? Can I have the doctor check on Minho?" The doctor gestured to him for a pulse.

"Doctor, don't hurt Minho," the tall man said worriedly.

“The doctor won't hurt Minho. Um... Minho has lost his appetite. The doctor will give Minho some medicine.” With that, the doctor pulled out a bright pink pill from his bag. Then acted like he was giving him pills.

“Minho, let's go outside. The birds are calling out to us.” Nichkhun walked away humming a song in a good mood.

“May I go in and talk to him, Doctor?” said a thin young man.

“Aren't you afraid? He almost killed you!!” The little policeman said, furrowing his brows. He didn't understand the person in front of him at all. Even though I was almost killed by that good-looking man and left on the bed. But even if they survive The person in front of him received quite a few souvenir scars.

“But right now he's in the hospital. Plus there are no weapons. Please let me go in and talk to him. I want to know a lot of things.” The young man didn't seem afraid or afraid at all. He was now overcome by curiosity.

“Come on, Nichkhun, now he's acting cute and not as angry as he was when he first came here. But don't believe in anything too much. You saw what he was like…”

“Hello.” Nichkhun, who was sitting under a big tree, turned to look at him suspiciously. As he stumbled away,

"Who are you? Don't do anything to my Minho!!” The big rubber doll almost sank into the hug.

“I won't do anything to your Minho. I just want to talk to you a little. Can I talk to someone?” The young man nodded lightly.

“How do you know Minho?” Nichkhun looked at Minho's face blankly. before looking up at the sky and speaking faintly

“My house is next to Minho's house. I've always looked up to Minho, both at home and at university. and everywhere Minho goes I want to go in and play with Minho.”

It was as if memories were pouring out of Minho's brain.

He remembered that next door was the house of a man who wore his hair covering his face and eyes. He felt uncomfortable every time that person came near him. It was like his instincts told him to stay away from this person. He didn't even go to greet or make friends. As soon as that person came close to him, Minho would quickly walk away as far as possible. There were times when he would pretend not to hear the person calling.

“Then why don't you go play with him?”

“I once heard Minho say that Minho doesn't like to play. Because Minho is already grown up and...and I, Minho, have never seen me.”

“Minho has never seen me in my sight!!!” His tone of sadness changed to a tone of anger at being overlooked.

“But now Minho is beside me. I am happy now.” But then, in the blink of an eye, a bright smile appeared that made the person sitting beside him shocked. Smiling without realizing it

“Do you love Minho?” As soon as he heard the question, Nichkhun turned around.

“I love you, I love you very much, I love you the most, the more I love him. The more he couldn't see me. But I still love him.”

“I love you so much that I want to make him stop breathing…” The words were so soft as the whisper of the wind that Minho couldn't understand them. It was as if the person in front of him was talking to himself.

“I don't want him to look at other people. call someone else's name or even being with someone else He must be mine... The only one.” The determination in his voice made Minho feel goosebumps…

"So... do you want to play with me?"

“Doctor, please come play with me.” Nichkhun took the hand of the thin doctor and walked out.

“Nichkhun, where are you taking the doctor to play?”

“Doctor, please follow me. The doctor will know."

“Wow, playing with doctors isn't fun at all. The doctor made a mess on my shirt...or the nurse will scold me." Nichkhun looked down at his shirt, which was stained with blood in spots, and let out a sound of displeasure.

He slowly took off his shirt. Before picking up a knife about the size of the palm of his hand, he used the shirt to wipe it clean. Then he threw that shirt into the black metal box.

Nichkhun violently pulled the head of the doll in his arms until it came out in his hands. Then without hesitation he took out the lighter he had hidden and burned the shirt.

The same knife was stuffed inside the doll again. And in the blink of an eye, only black ashes were left on his thin shirt...

“I'm going back to bed first. Good children must go to bed early. Is that right, Minho?” He turned to speak to the doll in his arms.

“I will play with everyone near Minho first. Then I'm going to go play with Minho... Please wait for me, my good friend.” Nichkhun smiled in the dark. Before laying down and holding the doll tighter in his arms.

“Who should I play with tomorrow? Is that police officer good?”

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