His tattoos - Minsung-

Knives

"JI-"

He slammed the door shut behind him and the tears spilled out. He broke down right in front of the door, sobbing into his hands.

Wait.

Wait. Why did I leave? Why was I so stupid and left? I could've fought harder, maybe get the truth out of Minho.

But I gave up. All because my stupid insecurities I had from beginning on felt like they were the ones who were right.

But why wouldn't Minho just talk to him? He thought they trusted each other enough.

And now there was one problem, his pride. He would not go in there again and beg for an explanation from Minho, thats something Minho has to do himself.

Then the sadness turned and anger overtook him.

He had been stupid enough to fall for Minho. He had ignored all of his thoughts and worries and fell for him, thinking he would be different.

Turned out he wasn't.

He still didn't really understand to what could've happened in the phone call for Minho to turn like this. But he didn't want to know anymore. It had been a clear message.

He stomped down to the street, it was almost 6 pm and it was already dark again. Wintertime made the days get shorter. He almost ran along the street, desperately trying to get home. There was somebody who didn't want that to happen.

*TW, fighting

Two people were walking towards him, Jisung mistaking them for normal pedestrians. But when he wanted to walk further one hand held him back.

"Not that easy."

Before he could react he flew backwards, catching himself from falling in the last second.

What the-

Another fist flew to him, he quickly ducked to escape it. He was already in rage because of Minho, he had to release it somewhere anyway. And these guys who had randomly decided to attack him were the perfect targets right? They attacked him thinking he would not do anything about it, they deserve a little punishment don't they?

So Jisung fought back, he threw fist after fist. One of the guys went behind his back, harshly slamming a hand on to him and trying to get him to the ground.

His back started to hurt and he got tired. Still he tried to land atleast another punch in of their faces. He was successful. And then they both backed away.

Jisung was confused. Did they give up? He checked his pockets, all belongings were still there. So they had not stolen anything from him. Why did they leave so suddenly? He was not down on the ground passed out, he could've went on fighting with them.

This happens a lot here, but they usually never choose me, normally I don't really look like an easy victim. Were they that eager for a fight? What is going on with kids these days?

He shrugged it off, ignoring the physical pain, as it was easily covered up with the pain in his chest. It sounded cliche, it sounded absolutely stupid. But Minho had such an emotional power over him that he felt completely broken.

His shirt stuck to him, he didn't even notice how much he had sweat. Weird.

While walking along the street in a now slower speed he got tired. More and more his body felt like shutting down. He fought the urge to sit to the ground and breathe for a second. Everything around him seemed to pass in full speed, while he was walking in slow motion. Every deep breath he took hurt. There was no way these guys hurt him this much. It had to be because of Minho.