𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 45 𝓐 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼

The clothes slipped down past Jisung's skin as he took a deep breath in. His hand reached out for his shirt in reflex at the sound of a door opening. He shot his gaze in the direction of the door and visibly relaxed his tense shoulders upon seeing who entered. "Oh, it's just you," he breathes out. "Everyone is outside at the bonfire night, aren't you coming?" Minho asks, gesturing to the door. Jisung eyed the wooden planks, which is their floor, as his restless arm fidgets with his wrist.

"I don't feel like joining," he mutters silently. Minho's eyebrows almost pressed against each other, his body tensing slightly. Once his gaze lowered, that's when he discovered what looked like mostly healed cuts and wounds scattered all over the boy's front. A lump in the older's throat formed, sabotaging the ability for him to swallow or breathe. "What are those?"

"Oh, those?" Jisung followed where the other's look traced him down. "They are just scars from the past." 

Minho's mouth opened slightly. "Jisung, I get that, but why are there so many?!"

"Who did this to you?"

Jisung didn't know what the reason was, maybe it was the past that made it too overwhelming for him, but the sudden dizziness and tendency to throw up made him extremely uncomfortable. With a hand covered over his mouth, he staggered to the bathroom, barely making it in time, forcing the stall open. A hand patted his back and the words of panicking Minho soon followed. "Take it easy, Jisung. Let it all out." his voice softened.

"Sit down, I will get you some water." Minho said after he escorted Jisung back to the bunk, and walked back toward the sink in the bathroom, returning with a glass of water. Jisung inhaled for a few seconds, the following words coming out rather shaky. "My father."

"He did." 

"For the most part.."

From then on, something broke. It created a leak that made words stream out like a waterfall. A wall of defense tore down, leaving Jisung to fend for himself in the outside world. He didn't remember where he began nor when he stopped. For once he could be honest. He didn't have to carry everything on his own from now on. 

Jisung started telling about his family. How they had lived, his father, how he had come home late at night, drinking and stumbling from one bar to the other. He even pointed out a few scars specifically made by him. The next topic came to be Minjun and the continuous abuse the boy had suffered verbally and physically. Jisung's jaw tensed as he gulped an awful discomfort. 'It was wrong to tell all of this.' those were the words that kept repeating in his head but Jisung shut them out. 

His heartbeat began slowing down. Jisung took a long, deep breath yet his body continued to tremble. Speaking about his past like this for the first time made him feel exhausted. It didn't help with his nauseousness either. 

A gasp escaped Jisung's mouth while his eyes widened. Without warning, Minho wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders, his hand caressing the back of his neck in soothing motions, not planning on letting go.  

"I'm sorry.." Minho whispered, voice almost giving out as he continued to clutch onto him. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, sorry for not protecting you, sorry-" Jisung's hand slid its way up to Minho's back, caressing it. "Why are you always apologizing?" Minho frowned. "Because you don't deserve any of this. You didn't deserve to go through all of that.." Jisung closed his eyes, breathing in, remaining in his embrace. 

"The past happened, Minho. We can't change it now."

"Han Jisung, it shouldn't have." the older interrupted him. "I could have done something. I should have done something."