transient ~ minsung

THIRTEEN

"fuck."

that was all minho could utter as he saw his best friends, his jisung standing on his porch.

his mind went places as he struggled to comprehend the sight, doubting if he should cry or hug the fragile, hurt boy in front of him.

eventually he chose the second option and embraced jisung into a bone crashing hug.

"fuck, fuck, fuck."

"you're back. fuck." minho sobbed into his shoulder, both of them having a hard time processing the moment, their moment.

"i'm back, yes. i'm here, hyung. i'm here."

they hugged each other tighter, if that was even possible. until, jisung almost fell down, whimpering. that's when the older realized, he was hurt.

physically hurt. 

without hesitation, he picked jisung up bridal style, startling the poor boy. making him lie on the sofa, he asked, "where are you hurt?"

"k-knees, chest and jaw."

minho sighed, a few tears slipping from his eyes, "stay here okay? i'll be back."

he rushed to the wash room to fetch the first aid kit. he knew the boy needed professional help but it was too late at night, so the kit would have to do.

he returned to the living room to see jisung hiccuping and hugging himself, the sight breaking his heart. for so many months, he must have been in so much pain but he was helpless. he was hurt and helpless like a butterfly caught in a net.

...

"do you want to talk about it?"

the brunette shook his weakly, often yelping at the pressure given on his wounds. he wasn't ready to talk about, he just wanted to be in someone's embrace and sleep. sleep like tomorrow didn't exist.

he looked at the clock, it was around 3 am. as minho continued to clean his wounds, he checked the living room. nothing much had changed, except the TV was gone.

"hyung? where's your TV?"

the older boy stopped his movements and gulped audibly. after breaking the TV, he never replaced it. what was he supposed to tell jisung?

"i... it was damaged. got rid of it." he replied, going back to treating the wounds.

"oh." was all jisung said.

a part of jisung told him that he wasn't being truthful, but he decided to not push it. a lot must have happened in the past 7 months. 

"i killed him." 

minho's heart dropped. he did what?

"...what?"

"i killed him hyung, i had no other way."

the older boy's breath hitched in his throat, completely halting motion. "sung, you know there will be consequences of that, right?"

he received a sad smile from jisung, "i know, hyung."

"fuck."

at that reaction, jisung's face dropped completely. would minho prefer him staying locked up and getting abused by a psychopath?

"s-should i have not done that?" he asked, lowly.

minho looked up and shook his head rapidly. "yes and no. yes because murder will have consequences, no because that was the only way you could get out."

the younger kept his head low, tears falling. murderer. his mind told him. murderer.

"hey, sung, it's okay. we'll get through this, we will make it. i'm so proud of you. we'll do this together, okay? come here." minho assured, spreading his arms to invite him in a hug.

jisung's frail arms wrapped around his best friend, smiling and crying into his chest. "i'm so happy, so happy to be here, hyung."

"me too, sungie. me too."