Archive of Our Own

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It’s late at night. Changbin and Hyunjin are at home, drinking. They are very much not sober at this point. Many empty bottles and cans already fill their coffee table and the floor next to it. A half-finished plate of fried chicken, some takeout boxes now crumpled and a couple new soju bottles in a plastic bag take up the rest of the space. They’re on a break (or whatever Stray Kids’ definition of a break is), they can well eat and drink and do anything they want for the next few weeks! As the evening has gone by, the two men have been talking about what a bad week they both have been having—herein their reason for getting drunk.

“And to make matters even worse,” Changbin rants, “Han kept nitpicking about all the songs we were trying to make together!” He pauses, catching his breath. “We’re supposed to be a team! Are my ideas not good enough for him?” he says, a self-deprecating tone shining through.

“Hyung,” slurs Hyunjin from the couch, “you are good. I promise you.”

“But you know what he did today?” Changbin keeps going, ignoring Hyunjin’s reassurance, his upset feelings taking over. “He deleted a whole demo!”

“You didn’t have a backup?”

“No! Not for that one yet! I could kill him for that.”

The two of them get lost in their thoughts for a moment. The warm spring wind and sounds of far away traffic seep in from the open windows, filling the living room.

“Minho-hyung looks like he could do it,” says Hyunjin out of the blue.

“Hmm?” Changbin turns his head slightly.

“He seems like someone who’d be a good assassin. He has catlike reflexes and no time for nonsense,” he explains in all seriousness and drunken logic.

Changbin takes a swig of his drink and sets it on the table, shouting, “YEAH! Let’s hire him!”

He takes his phone out of his pocket and tries to unlock it. Tries again. And again. Hyunjin swipes it out of his hand with a laugh and places it in front of his frowning look, unlocking it with face recognition. Changbin takes back his phone and starts texting Minho—he’s lucky autocorrect exists—with a very focused expression.

Lee Minho

Aa

“He said yes!” shares Changbin with satisfaction.

Hyunjin gets a somewhat worried look. “Delete the messages now! We can’t leave traces!”

“Ugh, I’m too tired to do that,” sighs Changbin, tilting his head back against the seat cushion. He raises his arm over his head, passing his phone again to Hyunjin.

His friend, now lying on his stomach on the couch, promptly erases the conversation.

“Here, done!” he giggles. He stretches and puts the phone down on the low table, fluffing Changbin’s hair as he gets back to his prone position.

They keep talking for a little while, their responses getting more and more spaced out, and fall asleep that way.