Red/Minsung

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Jisung ran out of the room he had followed Minho into as he pulled his hoodie over his head in hopes that no one would notice that he was crying.

He didn't want to go back to Felix's but he couldn't think of anywhere else to go. He wanted to be alone but he had nowhere to go to do so.

He could go back to his house but his parents were the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.

He couldn't stay anywhere outside because it was raining so in the end he decided to just go back to Felix's and hope that he and his mom were both preoccupied.

While he was walking back to Felix's house he got himself to stop crying not that it helped much since his face was still noticeably puffy.

He heard Felix talking to someone from the kitchen so he decided to run upstairs before anyone noticed he was there.

He quickly closed his door and locked it before opening his bag and grabbing the small box that held blades in it.

He started crying again as soon as he closed his door and he didn't feel like it was going to stop anytime soon.

This felt worse than the silence he would get when his parents ignored all of his "I love you"'s. Unlike his parents, Minho actually said it back so the fact that he was lying the entire time hurt.

He wanted to forget about it so badly even if it was just for a few seconds.

He looked down at the blade he was holding in his hand and thought about everything that Minho said.

Minho would know that he self-harmed and he said that it had made things difficult for him. Jisung didn't want to do anything that would bother him even after Minho straightforwardly told him that he was just a game. But he also needed to do something before he lost his mind.

He pressed the blade against his left arm, leaving a few fairly deep cuts before he heard a knock on the door followed by his best friend's voice.

"Hey are you home? I heard the door open and I was starting to worry about you." Felix said and Jisung stayed silent, hoping that Felix would think that he was asleep or something and just walk away.

He heard the door handle jiggle before Felix spoke again, "Why is the door locked? What are you doing?"

Jisung sighed as he rolled his sleeve up despite his arm bleeding from the cuts he made before Felix knocked then used his hoodie sleeves to wipe his face.

"I'm changing my clothes." Jisung lied, hoping that he still wouldn't have to open the door.

"Oh okay then. Why did you get home so late?"

"I was studying at the library."

"Well hurry up," Felix said, shaking the door handle, "I wanna talk to you."

"I'm kinda tired. Let's just talk tomorrow." Jisung explained.

"Nooo, tired Jisung is my favorite Jisung. Open your door right now!"

"I don't want to," Jisung said, trying his best not to sniffle or make it sound like he was currently crying his eyes out.