𝗨𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗟𝗬 | minsung

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 : 𝐀𝐧 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤

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"Fuck! Shit!" The troubled silver-haired male cursed, tilting his motorcycle on its side as he nearly got hit by a train along the track tracks. Both, luckily and unluckily, he hadn't been hit but he did fall off with a harsh collision onto the hard ground. "So dramatic!" He picked his head up off the ground to properly see the human, or should I say... demon, who was talking to him. "Gee, thanks for the help." Jisung sarcastically thanked, attempting to get up by himself but failing to do so as Minho ended up picking Jisung up with the help of his (now) stronger chains.

"Do you have to be so rough with those things?" The younger groaned, earning an amused look from Minho, who wanted to see if Jisung could do any better than him in his ability to practically summon chains and all. "Well, it's not like you can do better now, can you?" He smirked, earning a rather disappointed look from Jisung, who simply hung his head low after that response.

After some time of the walking back and forth along the train tracks, Minho realized that the younger humanoid was slightly teary-eyed. He lifted a hand but was quick to put it back down as he realized that perhaps what he had said was too harsh. But even so, he always thought of Jisung as someone who'd just be annoyed by him, not saddened by him. "Hey, you okay?" He decided to ask, feeling slightly hesitant for the first time in a long time about talking to Jisung. It was a strange feeling for him, never had he ever felt hesitant about talking back to him and saying mean things. But just for now, in this current moment, he certainly felt nothing but that.

"No, I'm not okay. The fuck do you think?" Jisung said, bringing his arm up slightly to wipe away the tears harshly as he didn't want to seem weak and broken in front of Minho. He was the last one he would want to see him like this. Unfortunately for him, luck was not on his side today and frankly never was, so he wasn't quite surprised yet seemingly surprised at the same time.

Either way, Minho was certainly taken aback by that response as well as the delivery of unexpected emotions. "Well why do you think I asked you?" He covered his own mouth, not expecting that response from himself as he swore he didn't mean to say that whatsoever. It was already too late though and he wasn't one to apologize so he simply stayed quiet whilst watching Jisung walk increasingly drunkly along the tracks. He had to keep watch of the younger as if he were his son and such for the sole purpose of making sure that he wouldn't fall onto the actual train tracks and get hurt.

"It's just so fucking frustrating," Jisung vented. The demon looked over at the boy, feeling some strange feeling that he would soon learn to be sympathy and empathy as he had witnessed Jisung cry for perhaps the first time in his life. Sure he had seen him cry numerous amounts of times in the past but something about seeing him cry now just broke his nonexistent heart. But at the same time, he felt something within him grow larger with each tear that he saw roll down the younger boy's squirrel-like cheeks.

As much as he wanted to help the troubled male with his emotions and thoughts he might have roaming around in his head, he wasn't the best with dealing with things like these and so he proceeded to stay silent. The only thing that could really be heard now were Jisung's soft sniffles and train wheels rolling along the tracks from a few miles away. It was calming for Jisung but a little unsettling and rather worrying for the older, who quite frankly didn't enjoy the sound of cries and rumbling. It brought back very bad memories.

"I always gotta fuck everything up, don't I? My relationships, my emotions, heck, who the fuck wants to deal with an annoying fucker like me anyway?" Jisung further vented, kicking pebbles he'd come across every now and then on the ground harshly just so he wouldn't take his anger out on anything else that was actually living.