Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Four

JISUNG LAID AWAKE IN HIS BED LATER THAT NIGHT – OR MORNING. AFTER THE RAIN HAD subsided – which almost happened too quickly, in his opinion – he and Minho had returned to their homes.

The strawberry blond was surprised that he'd talked so much with Minho; the conversation was so easy, so natural, and he had soon realized that they had a lot in common. Although he wasn't a big fan of video games – which Jisung almost found offensive – the brunet liked BTS, a music group, too.

That in itself was enough to get him in Jisung's good-book; he was irritated by the amount of people that thought they were horrible just because of how popular they were. It made absolutely no sense to him, but that's off-topic.

He was perplexed; the brunet was genuine and kind – maybe just a little on the sarcastic side – but he wasn't intimidating or scary, as he'd always believed. He frowned, groaning when he noticed that it was already six AM.

The coffee still hadn't worn off yet – he was beginning to think it really would last twelve hours – and he knew that his thoughts wouldn't let him get much sleep, either, so he begrudgingly sat up and ruffled his already messy hair.

He stood and stretched, before rolling his shoulders back. He walked out of his room and into his bathroom, the one he used to share with his sister. He sighed dejectedly and turned on the hot water, gently closing the door behind him; he didn't want to wake up his parents.

He stripped before he stepped into the steaming water, allowing it to wash over him completely. He felt the tension leave his shoulders, and the depressing thoughts of his sister washed away down the drain – for now.

He knew he wouldn't be able to run away from them forever, but for now, at least while the wound was still fresh, while he was still aching for his sister's comforting embrace, he would. He didn't want to think about it, because what had happened to her, would happen to him.

If his parents ever found out that he was gay.

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Jisung knocked on the door, and a few moments later it swung open to reveal a grinning Felix. The two had planned to meet and play video games – of course – together at the younger's house that day.

"Want some coffee?" Felix questioned, and the strawberry blond almost grimaced, recalling the last time his friend had coerced him into taking some. Although, he had to say that it hadn't been all that bad in the end.

"Sure." He shrugged, and followed the other into the kitchen. Minho was digging around in the cupboards, looking up briefly. His eyes locked with Jisung's, and he held the gaze before he averted his eyes.

He was still clad in his polka dot pyjamas, his hair was messy, and his glasses were crooked, but the younger boy had to admit that he looked adorable. If he hadn't been in the presence of others – especially the occupant of his thoughts – he would've slapped himself.

He couldn't help but grin at the older male, whose cheeks only darkened. Minho buried himself in the cupboards, once again acting as if he was searching intently for something. He wasn't sure what it was, but Jisung's smile always seemed to cause his heart to do little somersaults, and it was unnerving, to say the least.

Felix had been too busy preparing their coffee to notice the small exchange, and once he turned around, he raised an eyebrow at his best-friend, who was smiling goofily in his brother's direction.

Jisung caught his gaze and shrugged, before hopping after the younger boy and disappearing from view. Minho let out a small sigh, shaking his head to himself as he turned to stare at the staircase.

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Minho really couldn't determine whether Jisung was afraid of him or not. It bothered him to be so in the dark about things; everything in his life had been blunt, down to the very last moment. He let out a small, frustrated groan and flopped down on his bed, wincing when his glasses' arms dug into his head.

He adjusted them before returning his attention back to the plain ceiling above him. He groaned again, his eyes narrowing into a glare.

He flailed around slightly before he sat up, speed-walking over to his desk and slumping down, deciding that he might as well use his homework as a distraction; it's not like he could actually talk to anyone about what was on his mind.

He bit his lip and shook his head before reaching over to towards his pencil case. His sleeve slowly slid down his arm, and he froze, staring at the faded, angry scars littering his wrists. He hastily moved to pull his sleeve back up, his heart thundering and his throat closing.

No, no, no.

He managed to knock over an empty glass, sending shards of glass skidding all over the ground. He breathed heavily, and lowered his head so it rested against the flat wooden surface as he squeezed his eyes shut.

He took a deep, steadying breath to calm himself; the last thing he needed was to fall back into old habits, having yet another episode on the never-ending list. He pushed himself to his feet, grabbing his phone and shoving his work into a bag before slinging it over his shoulder and hurrying out the door. 

A/N: I. Am. Done. (I'm running out of captions lmao posting five chapters at once means I doN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAYYY ANYMOREE)

Q: What's your hair colour? (I'm also running out of questions apparently)

A: I am a dark-ish shade of strawberry-blonde (I actually thought I was a weird shade of dirty blonde until like two months ago oops my life is a lie). 

Lots of love,

~Junnie