His tattoos - Minsung-

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"Minho."

Minho could make out a female voice, but it sounded really weird, as if there was some sort of voice stretcher put over it.

"Who are you?"

"We once knew each other so well. And now, only because of Han Jisung you don't even recognize my voice. Oh how Things change."

"Are you serious right now? We are not a Thing anymore!" Minho realized who the voice belonged to, and it made his blood boil instantly.

"And that's only because you like Han now. What do we do about that Minho? You do like Han am I right?"

"That is none of your business, as well as my life is none of your business. Now leave me the hell alone."

"Minho baby, don't talk to me like that. We don't want something to happen to your Pretty Little boyfriend or do we?"

Minho tensed up at the way she was speaking about Jisung. He knew that she was crazy, but this was one step to far. No way she would bring Jisung into this.

"Leave Jisung out."

"No I won't. He is the Problem. That's why we need to get rid of him. Will you do it for me or do I have to take care of it myself?"

Fear crawled up his skin. A cold shudder went down his back. He could not believe what was happening. He got a sudden message. Images. About 15 of them.

His heart sunk.

All of them were from Jisung. And all of them were taken without him knowing it. He was on some too, on one he had just pecked Jisungs cheek and they were smiling at each other. The memory made his heart ache.

She was doing the exact thing she had done to him when they were together. She had followed him everywhere.

The ones that especially caught his attention were ones that were taken yesterday. Jisung still in his party Outfit, standing in front of the door with his arms crossed. It seemed as if he was looking for something..

Perhaps he had noticed a strange presence?

"Now you see, I do know a lot. I want you to myself Minho. Leave him."

"I could never leave him, I love him."

A loud high pitched scream almost busted his eardrums. The girl on the other side of the line started breathing slowly to steady herself.

"If you won't take care of this I will. I told you. I know somebody who could help me really well."

To say Minho was scared was an Understatement. He was still scrolling through the pictures. Now he saw a picture taken by somebody, them pointing a knife to Jisung and taking a picture of it. It seemed so surreal. But it was the picture that made him give up. Maybe that was the exact goal of the picture and it was only to scare him. But the thought tore him apart.

He would do everything that Jisung did not get hurt. And for that he had to hurt him. As well as himself.

"Okay okay calm down, I will end it. But please don't do anything to him."

"That's what I wanted to hear baby. Was it so hard? If I ever see him with you again remember it has consequences."

Normally Minho would laugh at threats like that. They were so stupid. But still he had such a bad feeling about it that he couldn't feel anything but fear.

He hung up, walking back to where Jisung and him were staying.

"Jisung." Minhos voice was shaking. He had to catch himself right now.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad if he changed his attitude.

So he took a deep breath and put on the best pokerface he could. No emotion to be seen anymore. No happiness, no sadness. Pure numbness.

Jisung who was unaware of the situation got up and wanted to give Minho a quick peck. But the older backed away.

"Minho what is the Problem?" Jisung sounded concerned.

It broke Minhos heart. But he had to do it.

"Can you leave?" His expression was cold.

Inside of him everything was screaming.

"What?" Jisungs answer was quiet, more a whisper than actual speaking.

"You heard me. Leave."

"But... why?" Jisung was confused. They were getting along so well, what was the sudden Problem? Maybe Minho found him annoying and was just over it?

"Just go."

"Minho."

The pain Minho heard in Jisungs voice broke his heart. He wanted to tell him it was a joke, a silly prank. But it wasn't.

"Minho you can talk to me remember that."

"But I don't want to talk to you." The lies were spilling out his mouth. But he had to try, there was no other way for him to leave and not come back again.

Jisungs face dropped completely, it was as if Minho just stabbed him and twisted the knife two times more. The pain in his chest being excruciating. A tear slowly ran down Jisungs cheek, he stood up and grabbed his jacket.

"I still don't understand Minho, was this all a joke to you?"

Jisungs thoughts had skipped a few chapters. From a bad mood to Minho hating him.

Minho noticed the trail of thoughts Jisung had. He wanted shake his head, but nothing happened. Still his face was cold. So he just stood there, staring blankly through Jisung.

"I really thought you were the one Minho."

No cute nicknames anymore. And the sentence hit deep. Because Minho actually thought the same, he was head over heels for Jisung. The warm feeling of comfort he felt everytime he was with the younger, all the cute touches. The slow but yet fast pace of their relationship. Everything was perfect. But now he had to change priorities, main thing to get his ex out of the picture and not hurt Jisung or letting Jisung get hurt by her.

"I'm doing this for our best Jisung."

"How is this the best? I really don't understand you Minho."

"I can't explain it to you. Now leave, I don't want to see you anymore." Another lie.

Now tears welled up in his own eyes, he blinked fast a few times to not let them spill. Jisung just nodded, visibly clenching his jaw in pain. Some of his muscles were twitching, he brought up his wrist to his face, wiping away the tears that escaped.

"I really hate you right now Lee Minho."

Jisung didn't mean it, he loved the older to death even if they weren't together or knew each other long. It was a Connection like no other. And Minho just threw it all away without even explaining it to Jisung.

He was hurt.

And frustrated.

And angry.

Minho fought against every urge in his body to cry out loud, to hold the younger and tell him how much he actually loved him. How much he wanted to spend every second already with him. How he wanted to learn more about Jisungs habits and thoughts. He wanted to know it all.

But for now, it was too late.

Jisung had already put on his shoes and looked back at him. He saw Minhos lips quiver, he saw the pure sadness in his eyes through the facade of numbness. And he thought for a second.

This behaviour is weird, there must be something going on. But right now he hurt me, just how I hoped he would never do. I have to leave.

He looked away again, stepped out of the apartment and slammed the door shut behind him, not saying a word to Minho anymore.

The second the door closed Minho slid down the wall to the ground. He held his legs close to his chest, trying to steady himself. But now the tears could not be held back anymore.