𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝| 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

..[45]..

Minho and jisung looked at each other with sadness, hating to see their friends fight.

They heard everything coming up the stairs.

They both knew that jeongin was hurt by a lot of people tonight but Chan really didn't deserve that.

But the oldest understood nonetheless. He shouldn't have tried to push it in such a sensitive situation.

Jisung walked up to jeongin, kneeling in front of him.

"Come on innie. Let's go get you in a hot bath and get you to bed, yeah?"

The still crying boy nodded and accepted the help in standing from his friend. They made their way out of the room as quickly as they could since jeongin was shaking so horribly.

They closed the bathroom door behind them, the light from the bottom of the door shining into jisungs room. The sound of water running and soft conversation was audible after a few seconds.

"I really fucked this up didn't I?" Chan asked while leaning his head back on jisungs white wall.

Minho moved after watching him for a second to sit by him.

"I don't think you fucked it up," He answered softly "I think he just needs time to heal and if you respect him, you'll give him all the time he needs."

"How long do you think?"

Waiting for jeongin both seemed like it was such an easy thing to do but really evaluating the time it might take for him to be okay again seemed like years in the future.

"I don't know. Maybe a few months or more and maybe if he heals fast like jisung, a few weeks"

Going even a few days without jeongin seemed too painful. It seemed like he would break going that long without him.

"I don't know if I can give him that long" Chan sniffled a bit and bit his lip.

"If you love him, you will.."

"But how will I even know if he wants me after tonight?"

"You don't.. But I think that he will."

Minho reached into his pocket and grabbed the vape changbin let him buy since he was sick of him coming over all the time.

The blonde looked down at it and was about to deny but felt that familiar itch in his lungs and took it. Once it was in his hands, he took a long drag off of it and held it in his lungs before exhaling.

They sat there quietly, passing the vape and listening to the hum of voices from the bathroom.

Jeongin sat on the toilet lid while jisung made sure the water wasnt too hot.

"Okay, innie, hop up for me"

Jeongin stood shakily while jisung grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly. He reached down to the hem of jeongins pink shirt and brought it over his head. He glanced over his torso and smiled softly at the light hickeys that were scattered along his body. Knowing that Chan treated him well by how faint and gentle they looked.

He quickly began frowning however. There were bruises where seungmin presumably hit him that seemed like they were getting darker by the minute. They lined his ribs and seemed really painful.

The boy didn't even notice since the pain of his heart was worse than the pain on his body.

Jisung let jeongin keep his balance by placing his hands on his shoulders while he helped him out of his pants and underwear. He led him over and helped his friend into the tub, grabbing the cup off the side and pouring the warm water over his body.

This repeating motion became a comfort for the younger as it seemed to wash away everything. Jisung shut the water off and continuing the soothing motions.

"Did he hit you, jeongin?" He asked after a moment

Jeongins eyes flickered to jisungs and back to the rippling water with a small nod.

"Do i have to talk about it?" He asked not wanting to reveal the things that seungmin said and did to him before they got there. Though they had gotten that fairly quickly, seungmin had still done a lot to him.

"Of course not," Jisung shushed "you don't have to talk about him or anything that happened tonight"

Jeongin sighed a bit and relished in the soothing water for a moment.

"We had sex.. " Jeongin whispered into the quiet bathroom.

"And it was great.. "

Jisung tiled the youngers head back and poured water over his hair to prepare for washing it.

"We said that we loved each other.. " He squeaked out, surprised that he hadn't ran out of tears yet.

"It hurts so bad knowing that everything was pretend, sungie. I lost so much to him.. I gave up so many things!"

"I let myself believe that this was good.. But why did I get hurt, sungie?"

"Is this all I'm good for is getting used?!" His voice sounded so broken as he looked at jisung with purely broken eyes.

"I know I should hate Chan.."

"But I can't... "

"I want to love him but how do I know that it's real?"

Jisungs hands stilled in jeongins hair and he looked at him softly.

"Jeongin, you don't have to figure this out tonight. You've gone through a lot in such a little amount of time and you must be exhausted." He wiped away a tear that slipped down jeongins cheek "let's get you washed up and get you to bed. we'll talk about this tomorrow, yeah?"

"But how am I supposed to sleep with my heart hurting like this?" His eyes sparkled in the bathroom light as he spoke with a painfully choked up voice that sounded raspy.

The older had never seen him this broken before. He hadn't ever seen him hurt so badly. Which only made it worse. It only made the situation that much more painful

Jisung didn't say anything as he wrapped his arms around jeongin. He didn't care if there was shampoo getting in his hair or if his shirt was getting soaked through from the water. He didn't care if jeongin was naked. All that mattered was the moment. His best friend needed him. He needed the hug and the consolation.

These were the moments where your true friends came through for you.

In the small ways that they help their friends cope with the pain. Whether it's hugging them and holding them while they cried or passing a vape back and forth with small smiles while the other cried and spoke their pain away. Shown in the way you wake up and rush to a police station in the middle of the night time see the one you love.

It showed through every single tear. Every single smile and every single 'I love you'. Every single 'I miss you', the sympathetic looks you give to someone you hurt.

These were the times where friends were the most important.

Jisung rinsed jeongins hair free of the shampoo and helped him out of the bath tub. He wrapped a big warm towel around him and smiled.

"I'll be back with some warm clothes, okay?"

Jeongin nodded as he gave jisung such an exhausted look.

The older walked out of the bathroom and to his room. Upon entering, he saw Chan sitting there still awake with Minho passed out beside him and taking hits off the device that would light up blue as he did.

"Is he okay?" The blonde whispered with smoke coming from his lips as he spoke.

Jisung turned around with a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and a big sweatshirt and looked at the older with empathy.

"No...just give him some time, hyung" He clutched the clothes to his chest and began to walk out of the room before turning in the doorway.

"...Just know that he doesn't hate you, okay?"