❝ Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us. ❞ ( Minho @ Chan; Hybrid AU )
Chan had just gotten back to the dorm with the groceries he had went out to get. He was expecting most of the boys to be out, practicing, or even working on homework. What he wasn’t expecting, was the feline to be sprawled on his back on the floor. He doesn’t even get a chance to ask him what he was doing before he speaks, saying some odd philosophical sounding statement. It’s alarming really, so much so that he sets the bags down and walks over to stand beside where he lay.
He leans over him, arching an eyebrow, his ears twitching slightly. “Uh Minho? Are you okay? Are you have some existential crisis or something?” The concern was evident on his face, etched into his features. Minho’s mind was a complex thing, however this was possibly the most confused he’s been due to the younger.








