Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter One

If you didn't read the full description, do not read this if you are sensitive to topics such a depression, extreme homophobia, self-harm and suicide because there will be mentions and descriptions of the aforementioned subjects throughout the story. Also, if ever you need to talk, feel free to PM me <3

THE FAMILIAR SCREECHING OF THE ALARM CLOCK FORCED LEE MINHO TO CRACK OPEN HIS eyes, and he winced at the sunlight streaming through his drawn curtains. His hand shot out to slam it shut, and he sighed, slipping on his glasses.

His vision immediately became clearer, and he sat up, swinging his legs over the side of his bed, his feet meeting the soft carpet flooring. It took all of his willpower not to flop back onto his bed, but he knew he had to get to school. He'd already missed enough of it.

He let out a quiet sigh and walked into the bathroom he and his brother shared, relieved when no one was present. He locked the door and turned the shower on before stripping out of his pyjamas. He paused when he stopped in front of the mirror, his eyes automatically travelling down to his now bare wrists.

He clenched his fists, the urge to add on to the healed scars almost suffocating. He swallowed thickly, and looked up to the cabinet which undoubtedly had at least one razor blade hidden in it.

He tore his eyes away and quickly removed his glasses, obscuring his view of what he knew was still there; at least when he couldn't see them, they didn't feel so real.

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Minho quietly trudged down the stairs leading to the main floor, entering the kitchen to fix himself something for his breakfast. He froze slightly when he noticed his brother sitting at the table, sipping on his coffee and replying to multiple texts.

Lee Felix's eyes lifted, and he sent his brother a tense smile. Minho didn't return it, instead opting to turn and grab a bowl for some cereal. "You want one?" He mumbled, and the younger boy shook his head, allowing an awkward silence to cloak them.

It hadn't always been like this; there had been a time when the two were close. Just like how he messed up everything, he somehow managed to drive the one person who actually cared away, and it hurt him everyday.

Wordlessly, Felix left the room, leaving his older brother all on his lonesome once more.

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The brunet hurriedly walked through the bustling school halls, attempting to escape the gazes that followed him wherever he went. He could hear the murmurs that erupted around him, and he kept his eyes trailed on the ground, ensuring that his face remained blank.

He'd never been well-liked – and he had to admit that he wasn't the nicest person, either, his sarcasm often got out of hand – but two years ago, everything had gotten worse.

Following his accident, he'd been gone for two months, recovering and attending intensive therapy. Speculations that he'd been thrown in jail for his 'involvement in illegal mafia activities' had been thrown about during his time away, and everyone had believed the idiotic, unrealistic rumour.

Of course, Felix had been around at that time, and he'd known the real reason behind his brother's absence, but he hadn't tried to counter the rumours. Minho had been hurt when he'd found out, but now that he looked back on it, maybe it was for the best; he didn't want everyone to know about what he'd done.

He shook his head slightly and lifted his eyes, catching the gaze of a few students – they'd been staring at him, again – and they fearfully averted their eyes, talking quietly amongst themselves. He sighed, returning his gaze to the ground.

He slipped into class, taking his seat at the far back of room, and grabbing his binder out from his bag. Despite there still being fifteen minutes left before the class actually started, he much preferred being early than standing alone in the corridors like the loner he was.

He let his gaze wander out through the window, where he spotted a rather large crowd. Of course, Felix was in the center of it. Minho didn't doubt that his younger brother had that many friends, although he'd never met any of them, despite the numerous times they'd come over; he'd always opted to hide in his room.

The least he could do was save Felix the embarrassment and humiliation of introducing his brother. A sigh pushed passed his lips as he tore his eyes away from the seen, suppressing the envy bubbling within him.

It would've been a lie if he'd said that he'd never resented his brother; he was kind, smart, popular, loved and athletic – everything that Minho could never be. Even long before his accident.

He bit his lip to chase away those toxic thoughts that would ultimately lead to him throwing himself back into the dark abyss of misery he'd previously found himself in; the one he'd barely escaped.

He let out a quiet sigh of relief when the teacher walked in – he hadn't even noticed that students had started to crowd the room – and began teaching the lesson. He could feel the stares on him, but, like always, he shrugged it off.

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Minho waited patiently until all the other students filed out of the class before gathering his things and standing, ready to leave the room. "Mr. Lee?" He paused in the doorframe and turned around to face his teacher, who faced him with a solemn look.

The boy hesitantly backtracked and approached him. "Yes, sir?" He questioned dully, keeping his eyes trained on the stack of papers close to the edge of the desk.

"I've noticed that your grades have dropped significantly, similarly to around this time last year." Mr. Jung stated tentatively, and Minho tensed. He hated the fact that he'd had the teacher the previous year, and that he had access to all his files.

"I'm fine, sir." He said quietly, his fists clenching tightly at his sides. "Minho–" The teacher began, but was cut off by the warning bell. "Thank you for your concern, but I should get to my next class." He bowed before hurrying out of the class, desperate to evade the thoughts that had formed due to that conversation.

He took a deep breath to steady himself, before looking down at his schedule and cursing. He had less than a minute to get to his next class – which was found on the other side of the school. He hardly noticed the open flap of his backpack, or his wallet falling out, either.

Another student was also racing towards his class when he noticed the leather object fall to the ground. Han Jisung looked at the wallet, then back at the boy heading in the opposite direction as him, and then the clock. Dammit. He cursed, before picking it up and rushing after the older male.

"Hey!" He called, but Minho didn't stop or turn to face him; he was certain that no one was talking to him. Jisung thanked his athletic capabilities, since he managed to break out into a sprint and latched onto the older boy's wrist.

The brunet startled slightly, whirling around to face the strawberry blond. "You dropped your wallet." He panted slightly, but when his eyes settled on Minho's face, he tensed almost unnoticeably, but, of course, the older male caught onto it.

He was scared of him, just like all of the others.

"Th... thanks." He mumbled out, taking it from the boy's hands before proceeding his race against time.

Jisung stood dumbly in the hallway, watching the boy until he vanished from sight. He was brought back to reality by the bell ringing, and he gasped. Come on, I'm late!

A/N: Ayeee I'm starting a new series ;) I'm actually really excited for this one ohohohoho

Q: Why are clichés so popular?

A: Because they're good, let's face it XD if done properly and aren't cringe-worthy they're really enjoyable, no? (I personally love them sue me)

Lots of love,

~Junnie