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Trigger a Reaction

A trigger is a stimulus that elicits a reaction.

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Jisung still couldn't figure out what was wrong with himself. His heart racing wildly, his heavy breaths trying to control his emotions. He could not figure out for the life of him why or even how he is so drawn to Minho. is it because he is quiet? Does he have a protective vibe about him? A dark history? Every small detail Jisung picked up about the older only seemed to add more questions to his already fueled fire. He didn't get it. He seems like the most composed male he knew aside for Chan yet he crumbles under the pressure and you hardly notice it unless you know what you're looking for.

Yet, here he was, an involuntary reaction as he was running once again. Minho saw what he shouldn't have. Will he judge jisung for having such an item on his person?

Blades, such a trivial thing to be carrying in your house. It was ballsy to say the least. One wrong move and you puncture your own flesh if you aren't careful. But it was safer on him than for someone to find it in the washroom or in his bedroom. Chan was that one protective figure. He first found out about Jisungs harming when he met the cousins. Changbin broke into an abandoned home; or so he thought and raided for cleaning supplies after he found his younger cousin in the middle of his meltdown. Why did a thirteen year old feel harming was an answer? It hurt changbin that day, the first day he found out Jisungs secret. He had kept jisung clean for months. Well after he was kicked out of his house. After Jisung was abandoned and the only person he had to rely on was changbin.

That was until chan came into their lives.

Jisung began to hyperventilate at the thought. His throat closed in as he gripped at his sweater, like he was choking but had enough air. He couldn't breathe. His eyes wielding themselves shut to keep the tears in.

Jisung often found himself struggling daily like this. Approaching people isn't his strong suit, he gave up on that a long time ago and having conversations even less. He fumbled with his phone... he didn't know who to call. Changbin? No, he was out getting groceries... Chan? Probably not, he had his sights on the freckled male, but he was bound to be back soon. He didn't dare call for Hyunjin. He was an ass, and would probably make him feel more worthless. He never got along with Hyunjin after his heartbreak. He found it hard to even be remotely within a ten foot radius of him. They were always getting into useless fights. Though he didn't hate him either. They just got off on the wrong foot, a story that was complicated for an outsider to understand.

Jisung quickly found himself outside a room. Knocking on it. He heard Chan's voice stop mid sentence before a husky 'come in' was announced. The boy didn't hesitate, he needed to be grounded and get his mind off of the useless thoughts that tried to penetrate his broken brain.

He found it broken.

"Chan..." he quietly spoke with pleading eyes hoping he would catch his signals.

"Come here Sung..." Chan simply replied, Felix sitting at the edge of Chan's bed curiously watching. Jisung lowered his gaze, pretending Felix never existed in the moment as he crawled into Chans arms. He needed the feeling of being grounded. Feeling safe. That's all he wanted.

"It's okay..." Chan hummed, rubbing the males back.

"He saw..."

"Saw what?"

"The Blades... I- I want to be normal Chan..." At this point Jisung didn't care if Felix was there seeing him weak. His brother already got to see a small fragment.

Jisung wore his heart on his sleeve. His emotions were never hidden. If he was angry, his body showed it, if he was sad, his eyes melted and his body berayed him letting himself be swallowed and seen as a broken vessel. A body barely coping.