Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Thirty-Three

MINHO WAS NERVOUS; HE'D AGREED TO HANG OUT WITH DOYUN AND MEET HIS BOYFRIEND, BUT he was seriously regretting it now. He hadn't talked to anyone other than Doyun and Jisung in so long, that he wasn't sure if he'd be able to properly interact with whoever this guy was.

Doyun walked alongside the younger male, chatting happily. "You guys will get along great, don't worry," Doyun smiled as they stopped in front of the small café where his boyfriend was already waiting.

Doyun opened the door, and the two walked in, the brunet trailing slightly behind him. "Channie!" he exclaimed, and a handsome male with curly silver hair stood up, and Minho froze. The two hugged, and as his face finally fully came to view, the brunet felt his stomach drop to his feet.

He felt nauseous, and suddenly it was incredibly hard to breathe. Chan pulled away from his boyfriend with a grin, before his eyes landed on Minho. His smile faded, and his eyes widened. "It... it's been a while, Minho..." he mumbled, mouth dry.

However, Minho couldn't hear him.

"You... you like me?" A fourteen-year-old Chan replied to his best-friend's sudden confession. Minho nodded shyly, glancing down at his feet, heart hammering in his chest. Chan's eyes narrowed, his face pulling back in a disgusted scowl. "You're gay? That's disgusting."

Minho's head snapped up, because how could his best-friend since grade school ever say such a thing? "Wait, Chan–" He reached, but the older male shrugged him off harshly with a steely glare. "Don't touch me, you freak," he spat, shoving Minho to the ground.

The brunet stayed there on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he let out a crushed sob. He'd never regretted anything more in his life.

Day after day, week after week, everything only got harder for Minho. More and more people found out what he was, and more and more people set out to harass him. He was slammed into the lockers, a lump forming in his throat.

He stared at Chan's familiar face, but the hatred on his face was something Minho could never get used to; he just wanted his best-friend back. "You're a pathetic waste of space," he glared, the people around him nodding in agreement as he was dropped to the ground.

Someone kicked him in the stomach, and he recoiled, curling in on himself; he only hoped they couldn't see his tears. He's right, he thought, sniffling. "You should just kill yourself." I don't deserve to live.

Minho gasped for breath, and Doyun was quick to rush to his side, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Minho? Are you alright?" The brunet still didn't answer, instead gripping his wrist tightly; they burned more than they had in a long time.

Doyun followed the movement with his eyes, before they widened. "Oh my god," he whispered, turning to face Chan who looked on with a guilty expression. He took a step closer, reaching out a hand. "Minho I'm–" He started, but the said boy flinched away, breaking out of his daze and dashing out of café.

"I can't believe you," Doyun glared at his boyfriend, before rushing out after Minho. He made it onto the streets, but he was no longer in sight. He whipped out his phone, quickly dialing the younger's phone number, but all he got was voicemail.

Minho ran down the streets blindly; he didn't know where he was going, but he didn't care, as long as he got far away from that place. He feared it was too late, because the toxic thoughts had already begun to settle back in.

Just as Jisung was about to walk into the supermarket, someone crashed into him, sending him stumbling sideways. "Hey–" he began, only to stop when the familiar figure didn't stop running. "Minho...?" he mumbled questioningly, before breaking out into a run after the older male, the groceries his mother had sent him to get long forgotten.

He chased after Minho for what felt like forever – geez, he didn't know the older male could run so fast.

The brunet only came to a stop when he tripped over a tree root, falling to the ground, and staying there. His tears didn't stop streaming, and Jisung finally caught up, kneeling next to him, but it seemed that the elder didn't notice, because all of a sudden he lifted up his sleeve, desperately scratching at his wrist.

Jisung froze, wide eyes taking in all the scars that were now on full-display – old, and new. "Oh my god, Minho," he breathed, quickly gripping the boy's hand to stop him from breaking any skin. He quickly grabbed his second wrist gently, before pulling them both behind his own back.

Minho's head fell into his chest, but he was still near hysterics. Tears welled in Jisung's eyes, because how could he not have noticed? He leaned his head against the top of Minho's closing his eyes. I hope you never feel like you have to do this again.

A/N: Cue genius moment hA. Bomb dropped. KABOOM. 

Thanks for 8k uwu ily

This chapter was pretty short, and tbh I don't know how to feel about this one -.-' I feel like I could've done better *sigh*

Q: What's a new type (?) of instant ramen you concocted?

A: Well, haha, huehuehue, muahahaha, I chopped white onions and poured hot sauce into my chicken flavoured ramen after pouring out the water. It was a m a z i n g . 

Lots of love,

~Junnie 

P.S: I legit can't stop writing asdjaslkdjaskldj

P.P.S: Another Grammarly blooper; apparently when I typed "Woojin", I meant woodwind