Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Thirty-Five

JISUNG SIGHED AS MINHO'S HOUSE DISAPPEARED FROM VIEW. HE'D INSISTED ON WALKING THE older male home, but he'd found it so difficult to say anything. He was still trying to wrap his mind around what he'd seen, mostly because it was Minho.

Minho, who's smile was brighter than any star. Minho, who was sweeter than honey, when he looked colder than ice. Minho, who had captured his heart. What hurt you so much that you thought that was the only option?

So many things just didn't add up. He had more questions than he had answers, and it was driving him insane. He ran his hand down his face, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of his own house. It had been a while since he'd referred to it as his home.

His home was wherever his sister was; the home is where the heart is, right? He sighed and pushed open the door, freezing as soon as his foot landed on the front carpet. His eyes widened, because he'd just then realized that he'd completely forgotten about the groceries he'd been sent out to get.

"Jisung? What on Earth took you so long?" His mother nagged as soon as she stepped out of the living room, until her eyes narrowed on his empty arms. "Where are my groceries?" she questioned, hands settling on her hips.

"I... I forgot to get them, Mom," he said, his mouth dry. His fists clenched at his sides in fear, and he bit his lip, uncomfortable in her silence. "Then where were you, hm?" She took a step forward, her eyes switching into a glare.

"I... I ran into a friend," he explained as vaguely as he could, because his mother would find it incredibly suspicious if he mentioned a 'friend' he'd never spoken of before. "Which friend?" She raised an eyebrow, and he blurted the first name that came to mind.

"Felix," he breathed, holding his breath, hoping she'd believe it. "That's funny, because Felix came by the house just a little while ago, looking for you," she accused, taking another step forward. He couldn't help but take a step back, and his mother held out her hand.

"Where's my money, then? I'll go get the groceries myself, since you're too irresponsible to do one simple thing by yourself." Jisung immediately reached into his pockets, digging around, but he couldn't feel the money in his pockets.

He checked his coat pockets next; nothing. She tapped her foot impatiently, her glare hardening. "I... I must have dropped it somewhere along the way," he explained, and she let out a loud, humourless laugh. "You expect me to believe that, Han Jisung? Do you take me for an idiot?" She raised her voice, and he flinched.

"I knew you were up to no good. So what was it? Weed? Cocaine?" His eyes widened, and he looked at her in confusion. "What?" His jaw dropped slightly as what she was accusing him of sank in. "You think I do drugs?"

"Mom, I don't!" he exclaimed. "Don't you raise your voice at me!" she yelled, and he jumped back in shock. "Stop lying, Jisung!" she growled, and he flinched away. "I-I'm not lying–" he began, but was cut off when his mother started to scream even louder.

"Get out! Get out of my house! See what's it like to live the druggie life! And don't come back until you've thought about what you've done!" He didn't wait to be told twice, turning on his heels and running out of the house, off the driveway, and down the street.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, because now he had nowhere to go. It would be cold tonight.

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Jisung found himself on a park bench, curled in on himself. His tears had stopped, but they had undoubtedly left glaring red blotches on his cheeks. "... Jisung?" He looked up slightly, blinking tiredly in order to see who it was.

"Oh my god!" Felix exclaimed, rushing over to his best-friend and kneeling, taking his face in between his cold hands. "What happened?" he questioned worriedly, noticing the tear-stains on his cheeks. "Why are you doing this? You're mad at me," he mumbled, and Felix averted his eyes guiltily.

"No, no I'm not. I... I went to your house earlier, because I wanted to apologize. I was being irrational, I just don't..." He shook his head, cutting himself off. "But Sungie, what happened?" he asked, and Jisung chuckled slightly to himself, although more tears welled in his eyes.

"My mom... thinks I do drugs, Felix. She kicked me out," he laughed, but it was about as joyful as the gloomy clouds that threatened to pour on them any minute. "Oh, Sungie. Come on, let's bring you to my house, yeah?" He attempted to crack a smile, but he was too worried about his friend.

He stood up, and hoisted Jisung up, who was practically dead weight. He looped one of his arms around his shoulders, and wrapped his own arm around the devastated boy's waist, beginning to haul him back to his home.

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Felix sat his friend down on his bed after quietly explaining the situation to his own mother, who nodded in understanding. "I'll get you some hot cocoa, okay?" Felix smiled, and Jisung nodded numbly, staring down at his hands, even though he didn't want any.

Felix left the room, and Jisung sniffled, breath hitching. I want Minho, he wiped at his eyes, and shakily stood up, stumbling over to the door of Felix's bedroom. He crossed the hall, and knocked on Minho's door.

"Come in?" Minho was confused, because which one of his family members would ever possibly want to see him? His eyes widened when Jisung opened the door, sticking his head in. The older male swirled his chair around, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Why's Jisung here?

He caught sight of the tears in the younger's eyes, and he gasped. Jisung entered the room and closed the door behind him, walking over to the brunet. He climbed into his lap, wrapping his arms around the older male and burying his face in the crook of his neck, body trembling in quiet, choked sobs.

Minho didn't waste any time in wrapping arms around the other, preventing him from possibly falling backwards. He nuzzled his face in the strawberry blonde's hair, his hand running up and down his back in soothing circles.

"It's okay, Jisung. Just let it out."

Felix stared at the closed door with a sad smile, before entering his own now-empty room, leaving the hot cocoa behind. 

A/N: 9k reads already tffffff and 1k votes I don't b e l i e v e it!!!! I honestly love this chapter fight me 

Also, I just wanted to thank all of you for supporting me yesterday, it means a lot. I'm also so sad by how many of you also suffer from this, because I wouldn't wish it upon anybody. So last night while I was laying in my bed, I had an idea, which might seem really dumb, but it's something I'd like to put out there for anybody who wants it. I'll be creating an Instagram chatroom/group chat where we can all support one another through our hard times, and even just chat through the good times. You don't have to have anxiety to join, just making that clear. Anybody can join as long as they want to support other people, and get supported themselves :) if you'd like to be added to that group chat, send me a DM @ junniethebest (don't laugh at my username yOU) I won't reply to those, because my parents don't allow me to message someone online individually *^* so, yeah, #latenightthinkingwithJunnie

Q: What's your favourite cover?

A: Conor Maynard's cover of Faded by Alan Walker. I legit keep listening to it on repeat, and it sorta fits the mood of this story too s o c h e c k i t o U T XD

Lots of love,

~Junnie

P.S: I cry every time I see Stray Kids perform. I love them too much to be healthy *sigh*

P.P.S: How Could You Leave Us by NF makes me cry too, the raw pain in his voice is too much man I get goosebumps