Mr. Lee[✔️]

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TW! Suidcial attempt, please read at your own risk !

Jisung was gone and Minho really wanted to do it. He may have just started to work at his family's business and it wasn't because of the stress, he just generally hated being in the office his bitch of a father was in. 

Jisung was out getting groceries and it was pouring rain which meant traffic was horrible. It also meant Jisung was going to take a while. "I can do this," Minho muttered as he slowly removed the blanket that was around him to keep him warm. He got off the bed and walked towards the hallway closet, opening it and frowning when he didn't see what he needed. "Did he hide it?" 

Minho closed the door and walked towards Jisung's room, opening it and going to the closet. He opened it and looked around until he spotted a box. He grabbed it and pulled it out, sitting on the floor and opening it. "I knew it, why does he keep all of this?" Minho muttered as he grabbed the rope and stared at the pill bottles that didn't work. He puts the lid back on it and puts it back in the closet to make it look like he didn't touch it. 

He left the room and closed the door. He walked to his room and saw his phone had lit up with a text. He walked over and gulped at the text he got from his boyfriend which was saying he was close and about 5 minutes away. "No, no, stop it," Minho said as he bit his lip. He messaged back in understanding and started panicking. "No, dang it, why did I wait so long," Minho said as he slowly started to break down. 

He just wanted to go. He hated everything about himself no matter how much praise he got from Jisung and Felix, but mainly Jisung. Nothing worked on him; cuddles from his lover, pills that Felix got prescribed for him, a counselor that he got when he was a kid who gave up after 20 sessions. Nothing worked except how he relieved his stress. It was a stupid way, yes and that's all he heard from Jisung when he talked to it about Felix, or that's what the voices said. 

The voices were the worst part, it always seemed like he was talking to himself inside his messed up brain and that's what he thought. He thought he was insane because the small voice in his head which he thought was a single voice was just him talking to himself. He himself kept telling that death was the only happiness that he could have. Jisung was his happiness and having a world without sounded horrible but he felt like such a bothersome to his lover that he wanted to go.  

He looked down at the rope that he had in his hands. "Maybe...I can do it," Minho said and he slowly started to put it around his neck, bitting his lip so his sobs wouldn't catch his neighbors attention. "I-I can do it, just like you did in middle school Minho," He whispers to himself as he tied a knote. 

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Jisung entered the apartment and quickly noticed Minho didn't run over to him. He slowly took off his shoes and closed the door, inhaling to see if the male lit a candle which he didn't. He walked towards the bathroom as he got a suspicion feeling. 

He opened the bathroom door to see it was clean. There wasn't any blood, no razor on the counter, no water on the floor, and definitely no Minho in the bathtub attempting to drown himself. He exhales, reliefed about that part, before he turned off the lights and left the room. Though, the feeling didn't ware off. "He couldn't be in my room." 

He got a horrible feeling in his stomach and he ran to Minho's room, trying to knobe. 

It was locked. 

"Minho! Minho stop it, now!" 

Jisung despearly tried the door knobe as his eyes started watering. "Stop it and open this door, now!" Jisung said and tried to remember if he had a key which he did. "D-Don't do anything rash, please," Jisung said before sprinting to the kitchen and grabbing the key that he hid from Minho so he couldn't hid it. 

He ran back to Minho's room after grabbing a knife and carefully ran back to Minho's room. He unlocked the door and threw it open, locking eyes with Minho who was sitting against the bed with the rope connected to the bed post. "G-Go away!" Minho shouted as Jisung ran over. "Stop it, Minho, let me help you," Jisung said as he tried to grab Minho's hand to stop him from pulling the rope to tighten the rope. 

"N-No! Let me just go! I won't be a bother anymore!" Minho screamed back as he started sobbing. Jisung kept fighting though, taking all the weak kicks Minho was giving him to stop him. It was normal from Minho when Jisung was trying to stop him and the most Minho did was scratch his arm and drew some blood. 

Jisung finally ripped Minho's hands off of the rope and he forced them down, straddling the male's lap who sobbed. "Shh, shh, it's just me," Jisung whispers and gave a tiny yelp when Minho dug his nails into Jisung's calves. It was a sudden action but Minho snapped out of his headspace at the distressed noise that came from his boyfriend. He stopped crying and his body shut down which gave Jisung the opportunity to quickly cut the rope off of Minho's neck and throw it across the room. 

Minho started crying again and hugged Jisung, muttering out multiple apologies for hurting him. "You're okay, honey," Jisung whispers as he slowly ran his finger's through Minho's hair. "You're okay, I'm here."