Red/Minsung

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-not proofread-

"What the hell is this?!" Jisung's mom yelled as she tightened her grip on his wrist causing him to wince in pain.

"M-mom please l-let go," Jisung said and tried to move his wrist away because of how badly it was stinging.

"No! Why did you do this?!"

"I d-don't know," Jisung replied as tears fell from his eyes. He couldn't think properly considering how tightly his mom was holding his wrist and what was happening.

"Really? We take care of you for you're entire 17 years of your life. We put up with you and you do that?...ungrateful little brat" His father muttered before walking off into his room.

"I-I'm sorry."

"Jesus Jisung,"she said, finally loosening her grip a bit as she ran her fingers over the cuts and scars. "Might as well just get it over with and kill yourself while you're at it stupid."

Jisung felt his heart shatter. He knew his parents disliked them but did his mom really want him dead? Would that finally make them proud of me for something?

"Or are you doing this for attention?" His mom continued on, "are you that desperate?"

"I'm s-sorry." Jisung repeated, knowing if he said anything else then she would just get madder.

"Whatever, this explains how you have a friend now. Did you guilt him into it?"

Jisung shook his head no as his mom sighed and let go of his arm.

"You're so ungrateful." His mom rolled her eyes

"I-I'm r-really sorry."

"I can't deal with you anymore today." She sighed and began to walk away.

"W-would you r-really be h-happier?" Jisung questioned as his mom turned around to look at him again.

"Be more clear with your questions."

"W-would it make you h-happy if I k-killed myself? W-would you b-be happy that y-you wouldn't have to put up w-with me a-anymore? T-that you w-wouldn't h-have to l-lie to all of y-your friends b-because of h-how embarrassing I a-am?" Jisung asked as tears continued falling down his face and he stared down at his shoes, scared of the response he was going to receive.

"Do I really have to tell you that to your face for you to know the answer to that?" She scoffed and walked closer, looking him dead in the eye. "Yes Jisung. You've already ruined 17 years of my life. It would be amazing if you would leave so that you won't ruin any more."

"Okay," Jisung whispered as his mom slammed the door to her bedroom and Jisung made his way upstairs.

His mind was all over the place. His heart was aching and he just wanted everything to stop. He knew he told Minho he would try to talk to him next time he felt the urge to self-harm but he couldn't even if he wanted to since his mom still had his phone.

He made his way to the bathroom and grabbed his blade then sat down on the floor.

"I'm sorry Minho," Jisung whispered and harshly pressed the blade against his arm as he started crying even harder. "I can't do this anymore."

He added a few deep cuts before dropping the blade beside him and leaning his head onto the wall as he sobbed even harder.

As much as he wanted to end it now and get it over with he felt like he should at least say goodbye to Minho and Felix first. Or more like thank them. That's the least they deserved.

As for his parents, he just wanted to make them proud. Even if all they wanted for him to be gone. If that's what they really wanted then Jisung already decided he would do it. He just hoped that it would make them happy.

Jisung watched the red color seep out of his open wounds as he tried to think of a way to say goodbye to Felix and Minho without making it obvious and which day specifically he should do it.

Saturday.

He was supposed to go on a date with Minho on Saturday. He would be able to spend one last day with him. One last day to feel happy. Then he would let his parents finally be happy again.

As for Felix he would spend one day after school with him durring the week and give them both a letter and tell them not to open it until Sunday. A letter where he would properly thank them for everything they have done for him. And for making him happy.

Jisung felt selfish for waiting another three entire days after causing his parents so much stress and annoyance but it wouldn't matter anymore soon anyway. Hopefully he would make up for it by doing what his mother wished for.

He just had to make sure he didn't act suspicious about anything in front of Minho within the next few days. Which was going to be pretty difficult considering what he had just done but he was sure he could figure it out.

He was going to go through with it this time no matter what.

He stayed still and stared at the beautiful color covering his arm until he eventually stopped crying though he still felt horrible.

He wasn't sure if self-harming had even helped him feel any better at this point. He couldn't stop thinking about what his mom had said.

At least she only has to deal with me for a few more days.

this chapter is kinda short so i might update again later