MINSUNG - Broken mind

CHAP.11 - Past life

MINHO POV

He sat there with Jisung holding him for almost half an hour. Sobbing ended after fifteen minutes but he was still shivering and felt really weak. Jisung hadn't said a word during the whole time and Minho liked that a lot. Trying to gather his thoughts Minho sniffled once in a while. Telling Jisung the whole truth felt like the only option. He had seen Minho crying for such a long time that he deserved an explanation for all of this. When Minho was able to walk he left the sofa and went to the bathroom. After breathing deeply and washing his face with cold water he felt that he could face Jisung again.

Opening the bathroom door he was able to smell hot cocoa. Jisung had made it while Minho was in the bathroom. The little gesture brought a slight smile to Minho's face and after seeing Jisung playing with the cats his heart fluttered a bit. Approaching the sofa didn't make him anxious at all even though he knew he would soon tell Jisung everything about his past. At least almost everything. Gladly Jisung didn't even try to start the conversation but he just sat there peacefully and waited for Minho to start talking. 

"Umm... I don't know what else to say other than thank you. You probably want to know what's behind all this?" Minho started with his voice trembling with emotion. "You don't need to thank me. That's what friends do, right? And if you want to talk, I'll listen but you're not obligated to tell me anything." Jisung answered with the softest voice ever. Normally Minho would've taken the opportunity and not told anything. However, he felt like telling Jisung could make this situation easier than before. "Well, I don't really talk about my feelings often but somehow I feel like I can trust you." Minho stated and Jisung just nodded to that and sipped his hot cocoa. 

"This is gonna be a long story but I hope you'll be able to keep up. When I was young and still living with my parents I had a lot of friends. Everyone thought I was really social and would do something big and meaningful in the future. However, soon everyone started to treat me with pity. For the longest time, I had no idea why but I really hated it. Being strong and independent has always been important for me and that's what my mother thought me. After few years of that my father died. I was 10 at the time. He had had a severe drinking problem for years even though I never realized that being just a dumb little kid. My mother's condition got worse after his passing. She had multiple diseases but that wasn't the problem. Gambling and drugs took over her and we lost all of our money. We lived like that for two years and everyone at school started bullying me for having old clothes and everything. When the social services found out about my situation they moved me in with my grandmother. I also switched schools multiple times during this time and in every one of them, someone bullied me. My grandmother is a very strict older woman who doesn't approve of any bad behavior. Sometimes she used even violent ways to keep me in line and I just accepted that. I was just glad that I had food and proper clothing. Then I went to the school that was the last one before transferring here. It was the worst school I've gone to. At first, it seemed like a really cool school and everyone was acting nicely towards me. It took only a couple of months when this rich upper-class kid found out about my past from his mother. That was when the brutal bullying started and they acted violently towards me, called me names, and even threatened to kill me. My grandmother wouldn't let me transfer here before I had turned 16 and could live alone. I went there for 1,5 years and I still have both mental and physical scars. And now the kids from there have contacted other kids in my past schools and they are sending me these vile messages. Most of the texts just say I should move somewhere far away and change my name or that I will never become anything. But sometimes they even say that I should kill myself. Can you promise me you'll never tell these things to anyone? No one knows this much. I've told only Chan something in the past but you know way more than him."

JISUNG POV

He had listened to Minho telling his story in complete silence. Listening felt like the most important part since Minho had told him he never talked about this stuff. After hearing all the details overriding feeling wasn't pity. It was respect. How could anyone survive all of that and still be so nice to people around him? How was he still able to make friends? Everything made sense now. Of course, Minho hadn't told anyone anything about his past because that could've led to bullying again. 

"To be honest I've never seen as strong of a person as you are. You have survived everything that has happened to you and you are still going strong. I'm really happy that you trusted me enough to share these kinds of things with me and I'll never tell any of this to anyone." Jisung said admiringly. "You can tell me anything and I'll keep it as well as my own secrets." he continued. 

"What kind of secrets do you have then?" Minho asked wanting to change the subject from him to something else.