Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Six

MINHO LET OUT A SMALL, INAUDIBLE SIGH AS HE AWKWARDLY TUGGED ON HIS HOODIE'S sleeves, keeping his head down, trying to evade the whispers as best as he could. It had only occurred to him what he'd actually done after it had happened.

He sobbed on his brother's best-friend's shoulder.

He grimaced bitterly, hoping that Jisung wouldn't tell Felix about what had happened. The last thing he needed was the judgement he knew would follow. He was so alarmed by the fact that he'd let himself break down in front of someone who was practically a stranger, that he was determined to avoid the boy at all costs.

It was the first time he'd been determined to do something in a long, long time.

He hurried along the crowded, bustling halls towards his class, already dreading the day ahead. That morning, he'd wished to just stay cooped in his room buried in his blankets, but unfortunately he couldn't let his grades drop any lower than they already had.

He pushed open the door to his empty classroom, letting the door close gently behind him as he slid into his seat, his bag plopping on the ground next to him. He rested his head on his arms, forcing a quiet sigh.

He groaned in shame when he remembered how he'd clung onto Jisung as if they knew each other, as if they cared about one another. He'd been delirious enough to find comfort in the mirage of someone who wanted to help him.

Now, he paid the price; now he wanted the reality he could never have.

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Jisung bit his lip as he saw Minho hurry across the hall, keeping his eyes trained on the ground. He looked so visibly defeated that the strawberry blond wondered how nobody noticed how hurt he was.

He wondered how he'd never noticed. His eyes slowly slid over to where Felix stood beside him, babbling to their large group of friends about something that held no particular interest to the boy. He was too preoccupied with his raging thoughts to participate – or even bother following – the conversation, and it wasn't something that went unnoticed by his best-friend.

"Hey, Sungie, you okay?" Jisung grimaced at the nickname, rolling his eyes overdramatically before biting his lip. Should he tell Felix? But, surely he knew what was going on with his own brother. Surely.

So he forced one of his usual bright smiles, nodding enthusiastically before jumping into the others' conversation to drive Felix's attention from himself, and it seemed to work. He'd gotten a lot better at faking smiles.

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Jisung pushed open the door to his home, shouting his arrival as he closed it behind him. His steps faltered when he passed by a hallway, his eyes lingering on the empty picture frames lining the walls.

The wall which had once been filled with countless memories of his entire family now contained holes, and it perfectly represented his situation; without her, there were voids that could never be filled. He was incomplete when she wasn't by his side.

"Jisung, honey!" His mother called from the kitchen, and he tore his eyes away from the pictures, smiling tentatively as he approached her.

"Hey, mom..." He trailed off slightly, shifting his weight from one foot of the other. He nervously fidgeted with his fingers, and sucked in a bated breath, staring at his mother's back before averting his eyes.

"Have... have you gotten any news about... Jiyeon?" He flinched slightly when his mother immediately stopped cooking, and she sharply looked over her shoulder with a glare. "She is no longer any of your concern. She is not apart of our family," she hissed harshly, and Jisung bit his lip before nodding slowly.

"... Right, sorry." He mumbled, before turning around on his heels and trekking up the stairs with a heavy heart. Sis... I miss you.

Jisung fell on his bed, staring blankly at his ceiling. His eyes gravitated towards the closed door, and when he could still hear his mother bumbling around in the kitchen, he rolled over to his nightstand and pulled open the drawer. His fingers wrapped around a small picture frame, and he gently pulled it out, eyes tracing over the fond memory.

His parents had taken a picture of his sister and himself when he was ten, and his sister had been fourteen. They'd gone on a family trip and had taken a break at this public park that was simply stunning, and he clearly remembers the crystalline lake, the large, green forestry and running around with his sister.

No matter what, she'd always found time to hang out with him, even in her teenage years when spending time with her little brother wasn't exactly 'cool'. One thing Jiyeon never cared about was social norms.

She was such a good person, such a good big sister, and she didn't deserve what had happened to her. She wasn't even gay, but she just so happened to fall in love with a girl, and it just so happened that their parents found out. Because of him.

Tears flooded his eyes, and he hastily wiped them away, sniffling slightly. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and he immediately shoved the picture back into the drawer and closed it just as his mother entered his room.

"Jisung, diner's ready." Her voice was still cold, and if she noticed the red rimming his eyes, she didn't comment on it. A small sigh slipped through his lips, and he begrudgingly stood up to go eat, although his appetite had disappeared. 

A/N: I knOW it's been a week since I last updated and I'm sahrRY OKAY I LUV U. Butcha see, ya girl went to a concert this weekend which was quite a few hours away, annnddd the past week has been so buSY uGH. I'll try to manage my time better to update more frequently, promise. 

Also would you guys like a Youtube playlist to listen to while you read this? I'm thinking of making one for each of my fics ;)

Q: How are you feeling rn?

A: PretTY shitty because I caught a nasty cold and in two days I have band practice (and guess which dumb hoe is a vocalist?) and I feel like such shit everything huRTS.

Lots of love,

~Junnie