𝕄𝕪 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 // 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

16

Flashback.

"Bye, hyung." Yongbok said, watching Changbin leave. He headed upstairs and knocked lightly on Minho's door. After waiting, he got no response. He slowly opened the door and noticed Minho wasn't in there. Must be in the shower he thought. He sat down on his bed, planning to just wait for him to get done so they could talk.

He felt a vibration and looked over to see Minho's screen light up. It was a text. Yongbok unlocked his phone and saw an open conversation. At the top, it said "Sungie 🖤🖤".

i miss you already

you were the one who wanted me to leave

i did not want you to. you had to.

sureeee

i suppose i miss you too

how do you switch up so fast lol you were so clingy earlier and now you're pretending like you're upset

that what happens when you kick your boyfriend out

i know you still love me

Yongbok sat there, confused. He quickly scrolled up to conversations from weeks ago. He angrily scrolled through, reading everything. All the messages of them planning to hang out, saying they loved each other, sexting, all of it. To say he felt betrayed was an understatement. He wasn't even that angry they were together. It was the fact that there was shit going on while they were still dating, and Minho was hiding it. The only family Yongbok had left had been lying to him. It was as if all trust they had was completely broken. He heard the door open, but he couldn't even look up, afraid he was going to lose it if they made eye contact.

"Hey, what's up?" Yongbok saw his walk over, but he was still on the verge of a breakdown.

"What is this?" He handed over the phone, rage building up. "Is this what you've been doing?" He asked, finally brave enough to make eye contact. He watched as Minho's face went pale, knowing he was caught.

"Yongbok, I- I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you, I really did. It's jus-" Yongbok rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Save it."

End of flashback.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, all the feelings he was bottling up let loose. The rising anger and frustration boiling over, while the pain and hurt hit in his heart. He walked to his room. He just sat down on his bed. He didn't know whether he should talk to somebody about it, or just not tell anybody. He decided not to text or call anybody and just sat there tears streaming. He heard a loud thud coming from upstairs, followed by a yell. He could tell Minho was crying too, but he didn't really care at that moment.

Minho shook his hand, a shooting pain going up his wrist. He eyed the hole he made in the wall before just sitting down and crying in his bed. He sent a text to Jisung saying "yongbok knows" and turned off his phone. Because the pain in his hand wasn't subsiding, he decided to drive himself to the ER. Of fucking course he thought as the doctor explained he had sprained his wrist. Nothing was going right. He decided to tell Yongbok, just so he wouldn't be worried.

hey, at the ER, sprained wrist, i'm fine

i wasnt worried.

They had been in many arguments before, but Yongbok still always cared for the other. Minho knew he fucked up, but he didn't know how to fix it. Minho didn't go home that night. Instead, he drove to the one place where he knew he would be met with love. After banging persistently on the door, a sleepy boy opened it, confused. Minho was sobbing.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Jisung rushed over and grabbed Minho's face, making eye contact.

"Yongbok." Minho could barely speak. "He found out. And then I hurt my wrist and everything's just shitty and I feel so bad." Minho kept rambling. Jisung grabbed him and hugged him. They walked inside and went to the couch, not bothering to turn on the lights.

"Shh, it's okay. It's gonna be okay." Jisung tried to reassure him, but he knew it wouldn't fix much.

"You promised." Minho sobbed louder. "You promised everything will be fine. You said it would work out." Minho wasn't angry at Jisung, he just needed to vent out all his frustration.

"And it still will. It's just a rough patch. I swear it'll get better."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am. You and your brother will make up, and everything will be okay."

"How do you know that though? He hates me."

"He doesn't hate you, he's just upset. Listen, I love you. And Yongbok loves you. Things will get worked out and everything will go back to normal." Minho just nodded. He didn't know what he would do if he didn't go to Jisung's house. "Wanna go to bed?"

"Yeah." They went upstairs, Minho not letting go of Jisung. He felt like Jisung was the only thing he had left. He held on to the younger boy's arm, afraid if he let go, he would lose Jisung too. He eventually fell asleep. Jisung did not too long after.

Minho woke up, his phone full of angry messages from all of his friends. They hate me. They all hate me. What have I done? he thought. He started to cry again. He managed to stay quiet, trying to not wake up Jisung. His attempt failed though. Jisung was able to feel the shaking boy in his arms as he slowly regained consciousness.

"Hey, hey. Calm down. I told you, it's gonna be okay." Minho shook his head.

"No it's not. Everybody hates me. I fucked up."

"They'll forgive you, I promise. Just give them time." The elder finally calmed down and decided it would be best if he went home. The whole drive home he was extremely anxious. He opened the front door, locking eyes with Changbin. He was furious.