Him - Monsta X Short Story

three.

I don't know what happened. All I know is that I woke up sometime the next morning. I missed out on a whole day. That hasn't happened since I was a younger teenager.

"Hey Kihyun," Minhyuk sighed softly, climbing into bed with me. "Do you remember what happened with Jooheon yesterday?" He asked, keeping his volume low.

I did, it was just hazy. "I admit I approached him aggressively when it came down to it. I know you told me not to but I didn't know it would end like that..."

Minhyuk's face lit up in concern. "Like what?" He asked.

I started crying again. "I swear to God he tried to kill me, Minhyuk. It's like I wasn't even talking to Jooheon anymore. And not in a 'the kid grew up on me' way. In a 'this isn't even the same person' way." Jooheon simply wasn't there when we had our fight.

"What exactly did he do?" I could tell he was worried as well. "We were talking about it later and he broke the coffee table glass insert."

Something was definitely wrong with our boy. "He was throwing things at me, screaming 'it should've fucking been you' and then he charged me. He slammed me against the wall, broke a picture frame on my head. He tried to choke me and throw me over the banister. I twisted his arm away from me and then slammed him into the wall to get him off of me. I didn't want to hurt him... I don't wanna hurt him." Minhyuk wrapped his arms around me while I cried again.

He triggered me in a way I'd long forgotten. It seemed like forever ago I was being hurt any time I acted like I didn't like being used as a sex toy and punching bag. I thought had those memories locked away. It's been a while since I was truly afraid of a person and what they were capable of.

"You're okay, Kihyun," Minhyuk whispered, rubbing my arm. "Jooheon cleaned his room finally so I gave him his door back." I nodded, just trying to calm down. "We'll come up with something, okay? He said some concerning things yesterday and I really... I want to get him help before it's too late."

I sat up slightly. "What did he say?" I asked lowly.

Minhyuk obviously contemplated even telling me. "Okay," he sighed. "I went to bat for you, listing all the times you were there for him and helped him. And I mentioned when he tried to kill himself and he told me he'd do it again." My jaw dropped, getting up right after he said that.

He reached to pull me back to bed but I shook my head. "No, I'm not letting another one of you slip away from me!" I rushed down the hall, knocking on Jooheon's door. "Jooheon!" No answer. It was the weekend, I didn't wanna wake Benji up so early. "Come on kid, open the door. Please!" I reached for the handle and it wasn't locked at the bottom, but he'd put his chain on. "Jooheon! God, Min why didn't you start with that information?!"

Minhyuk ran after me, hearing I wasn't getting a response from him. "Move," Minhyuk said, pulling the door closed before body slamming it to break the lock. "Jooheon, wake up!" We rushed in, shaking him. Minhyuk, desperate to wake him up reached in to slap him.

As soon as the smack sounded throughout his room, Jooheon woke up and the same rage he'd had with me came out on Minhyuk. "What the fuck, dude?" He yelled, pushing Minhyuk off of him. I backed up, prepared for the fall out.

When he stood up, something thin and shiny fell from his bed. "What the fuck is this," Minhyuk asked, reaching down to pick it up. And the answer to maybe a quarter of our problem was right in front of us.

"Are you doing drugs, Jooheon?" I asked, my anger starting to resurface. He rolled his eyes at me and sat down on his bed. "In my goddamn house?"

Jooheon scoffed. "Would you rather I do them on the street?" He asked. "Maybe jump out in front of a car? That's what men who deal with you seem to do." I was done, and I know Minhyuk saw it.

"Kihyun, don't." I glared at him and went to Jooheon's closet. I grabbed a duffel bag and threw some shirts and pants in there with a pair of shoes.

I shook my head. "I'm not gonna kill myself to convince you that I'm sorry." I tossed the bag at Jooheon.

He threw it on the ground and stood back up, screaming at me. "Well maybe you should!" I was truly beyond hurt that he had all this resentment for me and I couldn't fix it.

"No!" I screamed. "I have a son and you are disturbing him. I care about you, Joo. I do, but you're not gonna do this shit around my son. Beating my ass will not help you!"

Jooheon came at me again. "You don't think? Try me." Before he could punch me, I felt his grip on me release.

"Get in the car. Both of you, right now. And shut the fuck up when you get there." I sighed and went to go change and check on Benji. He was still sleeping, surprisingly.

About twenty minutes later, we were all packed into the car, Benji with our babysitter. "Where are we going?" I mumbled to Minhyuk. He shook his head, refusing to tell me. We were driving far out. In about ten minutes we weren't going to be near the city at all.

And that's exactly where we ended up. When we pulled into the parking lot of Samaritan Medical Center, I finally got it. I guess Jooheon did too. "No," he mumbled. "No, Minhyuk please... I-I'm f-"

"Don't you even try it," Minhyuk stated coldly. He parked and sighed. "I am not..." His voice cracked, getting wound up himself now. "I am not about to lose another brother. You're doing drugs, you're violent, you're hurting us."

Jooheon shook his head, tears coming to his eyes. "I'm sorry! If I promise to change, will you take me home?" I shook my heads taking a deep breath.

"Kid, this is to help you," I said. "You are a danger to yourself. You're a danger to us. You could've hurt your nephew, Jooheon. Does that not bother you?" I asked.

He sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt. "I would never hurt him."

Minhyuk turned around. "And I thought you'd love Kihyun forever and never forgive me, but things change. What if he would've wanted to climb in bed with you after a nightmare? What if he found your drugs? That syringe was half full. God forbid, what if he used it? That is a four-year-old, Jooheon. You would've hurt him." Jooheon started to break down, clearly not wanting to be here.

"Please, don't do this to me," he whimpered. "I love you guys, I'm just grieving. You should be able to understand that, both of you! You know I get angry, you know this happens." Every plea he had was falling unto deaf ears.

Minhyuk and I got out, locking our doors manually so he couldn't immediately climb out and start running. He couldn't get out the back doors because of the child lock. "Excuse me," I called, turning my back to the door.

A staff member came out to us, "What's going on?" She asked.

Jooheon progressed to screaming, trying to open the door. I knew he was panicking and that's what hurt. I started to cry hearing him beg for us not to leave him, mixed in with promises of hating us forever. "W-We need to check our brother in for a psychiatric evaluation."

Minhyuk spoke up from the other side of the car, his back turned to the driver's side door. "Yesterday, he attacked Kihyun, the guy you were talking to. He told me he'd try to kill himself and then today, we woke him up and found out he was using drugs. He tried to attack both of us again." The doctor excused herself to get psych escorts.

"I hate you! I hate you guys!" Jooheon screamed, crying his heart out. "God I wish Hyungwon were here, he would never do this to me! You fucking traitors!" Hyungwon would want him to get help. He would indeed do this.