Narcoleptic | Rewriting

Dead

Minki spat out blood as he held his already hurt stomach, he had managed to move out of the way from getting hit but luck wasn't on his side as Jisuk predicted it and was instead punched in the stomach. His stomach was already in pain!

'This little shit knew.' he cursed as he glared at Jisuk who had a smirk on his face. 'This shit always knows.' yup, Jisuk could always tell. It was honestly scary for the teen father. The young Jisuk would often blackmail the other to get him things by saying he would tell Jiyoung and Inhyuk about him going back into his habits of both drugs and debauchery.

Jisuk was a real one.

Keyword, was.

As Jisuk grew older, he figured out how damaging his older brother's habits were. Soon, enough he stop taking bribes and had the male suffer the consequences.

He mostly went to Inhyuk, knowing how the older male felt about his brother. It was the best way to stop his habits. He was a genius for those moments.

Now, Minki couldn't deny that Jisuk was the main enforcer in his sobriety.

Especially after Jieun's existence came into light, Jisuk pushed him harder than before. He suffered so many insults from the addict, but the three of them refused to have the father be near Jieun until he was sober. It took months but they finally got through to him.

Angered, for clearly good reasons, Jisuk grabbed Minki by his collar. "What the fuck is wrong with you? A one night stand?!" His voice rose in volume, he was disappointed. He knew how much Inhyuk love the other. Minki would never accept it, seeing how Inhyuk was fully committed to only loving the male made his blood boil.

He didn't want to say it, hell, he didn't even want to think it.

"Inhyuk deserves so much better."

Minki's eyes widened in shock, his scowl faded into a line. Jisuk scoffed as he shoved the male away. 'I didn't mean it.' Jisuk repeated in his mind but for some reason he could say it either.

Minki's body shook a bit as he let his bucket hat fall, with quick steps he turned and left. Jisuk gripped his hair in frustration. "I'm such an idiot!" He punched the cement wall next to him.

Minki grabbed his bucket hat throwing it to the ground with force. He covered his mouth, the sentence repeated in his mind. 'Do I... I don't deserve someone like him.' his breath hitched at the realization.

Inhyuk deserves so much more. Not someone who constantly berates, curses, threatens, and insults him. He had good reasons to- no, they were just excuses so he didn't feel bad. He was over his trauma to an extend, nothing will fully cure it but he knew he could go into an relationship.

He was just holding himself back. Being self destructive to the person who not only helped but loved him the most. The fact of that only made him hurt more. He couldn't.

He couldn't risk damaging anything more, Jieun was something she wasn't going to damaged. He preferred it like that, putting everyone at a good distance, every relationship he had was so delicate to him. He felt with a simple wrong word he would shatter it instantly.

He wanted to be greedy.
He couldn't.
He wanted to be selfish.
He couldn't.
He wanted to love.
He couldn't.
He wanted... He wanted Inhyuk.
He shouldn't.

His body went numb, replaying the thought over and over until he reached his apartment. His body stopped him as he stood infront of the familiar door, he blinked as he lightly slapped himself. 'Jieun. We have jieun.' he thought as he knocked on the door.

His purple hair was still messy from both the sex and Jisuk. He sighed as he looked up. He stepped back in shock staring at the men infront of him. "I- what the fuck are you doing here!?" His voice was a bit rough but he manged to raise his voice enough to make the two flinch.