Yellow - in darkness can be found || Minsung fanfic🌻🍋

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Jisung was sobbing on the floor, his cheeks drenched with tears and his eyes red and swollen.

He felt so helpless, it was getting bad again.

He hadn't left his room in two days, his grandma was out of town for some reason, she wouldn't say why and his brother was spending time with his girlfriend. Barely acknowledging Jisung at all.

He hadn't talked to anyone, nor had he eaten anything in more than a day. Not that he was necessarily hungry, his throat was filled with emptiness anyways.

He heard his brother giggling, maybe it was just the voices in his head but why wouldn't he just notice him? Was he not obvious enough?

His phone screen was scratched, thrown on the floor and not turned on and charged all that time. His friends would probably think he was just ignoring them and wouldn't notice that anything was off.

It was now Friday evening and Jisung just didn't know what to do.

He just sat there, one minute bawling his eyes out until there weren't any tears left to cry, the next minute just sitting, feeling as if nothing ever happened, just empty.

A soft knock was heard on his door, and he was honestly just too tired to respond. Maybe he just didn't hear it at all, or maybe it was just his imagination searching for someone to care.

He didn't say anything, not even when the door softly cracked open, and a figure was walking inside.

"Love, are you okay?" The voice said, crouching down to his level.

Jisung immediately shivered back, trying to block them out.

He pressed his hands down onto his ears, blocking out as much sound as was possible.

Minho didn't know what to do, whether he was allowed to touch him or not. He didn't want to possibly cause even more panic inside of Jisung.

He furrowed his eyebrows, both his hands slowly moving to Jisung hands, searching for every kind of motion, if Jisung even noticed him, or if he didn't want to be touched.

Jisung flinched for a second when Minho's hand touched him, but when hearing Minho's voice he calmed down a bit.

Minho had now both his hands on top of Jisung's, they were freezing.

He caressed them softly, slowly taking them apart from Jisung's ears.

He was obviously shaking, the window had been open for god knows how long and it was freezing outside.

"Jisungie let's put you to bed okay?" Minho whispered, and Jisung weakly nodded.

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"Wait where are you going?" The younger's eyes were lidded and heavy, but he kept them open, reaching for Minho.

"Just gonna make you some soup, I'll be back soon okay? I won't leave, I promise." Minho responded, Jisung too tired to respond just nodded, he didn't want Minho to leave but he'd come back right?

About fifteen minutes later Minho walked back inside with a steaming bowl of soup, unintentionally waking Jisung up.

Minho pulled the curtains shut, the window was now closed but the room was still freezing so he turned up the heater.

"Min?" Jisung spoke.

"Hhhm, are you feeling better?" The older questioned, he stroked Jisung's hair again as he knew that he liked that.

"Sung you're beaming hot. Minho maintained his voice calmly not wanting to scare the younger as Jisung squirmed under the blanket, Minho's hand immediately heating up while touching his forehead.

"Mmmh... am alright." He drowsily opened his eyes.

"No you're obviously sick." Minho went to get up, walking towards the bathroom to grab a washcloth with cold water.

"No, stay." Jisung mumbled.

"Don't leave me please." The younger grabbed his sleeve, not wanting to be left alone.

The actions made Minho freeze for a second, his words were almost so soft you couldn't hear. "Sung I'm not leaving you, I'll be right back okay?"

"Please... you can't leave."

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A/n

Anyways bye ig idk I wrote this poem which I will publish later today too probably if my body will work lol but yea they're kinda ✨depressive✨ and my math teacher saw me write them lol