His tattoos - Minsung-

Regret

"JI-"

The door slammed shut. Minho was alone.

At the last second he tried to scream for him again, hoping the other would turn around.

But he didn't.

The thoughts were rushing into his head, why did he do this?

Why was I stupid enough to send him away.

But still he knew what his ex girlfriend was capable of, and he really really didn't want to bring Jisung into the whole story of madness.

He slid down the wall, sitting on to the ground. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, he just felt so lost in the wrong story. Like he was a part of a movie where he was the one character who does not get a happy ending.

The joy left him completely, he had sent away the person who should've been his happy ending.

Still he couldn't quite decide wether it was the right choice or not as he did it as a way of protecting the younger. While he was sitting down he started to think about the past.

*Flashback

"Minho I think somebody is following me."

"What do you mean Felix?" Minho was concerned, he took a step closer to Felix, protectively holding an arm around him.

"When I get to work and when I come home again I always feel watched, I don't know. Stupid me probably. But I could've sworn i've seen somebody."

"I'll come with you next time, but a few steps behind you." Minho did not like the thought of his friend feeling uncomfortable. Felix didn't want Minho to come with him, but the older refused to leave him alone.

And so Minho stayed back a bit when Felix left the house at night for his shift. He tried his best to stay undercover, and he really saw a guy, dressed in all black, trying to hide behind a fence.

Minho sneaked closer, and then tapped him on the shoulder as the stranger took a picture of Felix.

He was startled and let the phone fall.

"What are you exactly doing there?"

Minho grabbed his collar, bringing him up now. The guy was shaking his head, knowing he got caught. Felix now stopped walking too. He turned around, eyes wide open as his suspicion got confirmed.

"Some girl payed me to watch him, told me something about "That guy is too close to my boyfriend". Please don't tell the police I can't get in trouble or my parents will kill me."

Minho studied his face, he seemed pretty young. Then something shiny caught his attention.

"YOU GOT A KNIFE ON YOU?" His grip on the others shirt tightened, anger overtaking him.

"She told me to bring one, I didn't plan on using it I swear." The fear in the strangers eyes told Minho all he needed to know. The other was innocent, just getting used and manipulated by Minhos girlfriend.

"Piss off now, and leave him alone."

"But-"

"I SAID FUCK OFF."

The guy flinched, and then ran away.

"I am so taking this to the police, i've never imagined her to be like this. I need to talk to here. But first lets get you to work safely."

*End of flashback

But back then the police didn't do anything about it.

"Not enough evidence." The police officer had said to him.

Minho had not felt safe in his own four walls anymore. He broke up with her and cut off every way she could reach him. He even moved to another street, hoping she would never contact him again.

But then she saw him again at the cafe.

Why did this have to happen?

Why can't I just enjoy my life, enjoy being happy with someone the way I have never been?

Enjoying the bare presence of another without having to worry about somebody else.

Was it too much to ask for?

It probably is.

Minho burried his face into his hands, sobbing quietly.

This night he would be alone. Seungmin wasn't home, so he probably stayed at Hyunjins as the two have gotten closer and closer. Not that Minho was not happy for his friend, but right now he wished the younger was there with him.

He had always been so good at comforting him.

At making sure he would go on when he thought he couldn't.

Felix was his sunshine, Seungmin his rock.

Felix was by now probably starting his shift, so he couldn't even call him.

Isn't it lovely? All alone.

Minho chuckled sadly, there was no way he could sleep today.

Of course his cats sensed the sadness, they were curled up on his feet, trying to warm Minho. Minho started petting them, scratching their heads.

In some way it calmed him down.

"You really are my angels kids, what would I do without you."

They responded with satisfied purring.

But Minho could not sit on the floor anymore. He had to do something to distract himself. So he slowly got up, carefully taking his feet away from underneath his cats. He went into the bathroom, starting to undress himself.

A shower was the best idea right now.

While looking at himself in the mirror he saw the hickeys again. Now everything felt so distant, as if it had happened a month ago and not yesterday. Still tears welled up in his eyes again. He was so desperate.

So desperate for the love of Han Jisung.

He got into the shower, turning the water on and letting it trickle down his skin. It burned. He put it on a way too hot temperature. But right now the burning sensation felt like a reminder. A reminder that he was actually alive and not only in a bad dream. Everything felt off.

Minho let the water continue running down his body, not bothering to really shower. His head leaned against the wall, his eyes empty. Just staring down to the ground.

Tears mixed into the little water droplets. Them colliding and going down the drain together.

Why can't I stop crying?

His body felt tired, his heart heavy.

After about half an hour of only standing there in the dark he forced himself out of the steaming water. Quickly he put on some clothes and sat down on the couch. He wrapped the nearest blanket around him, trying to warm the cold that surrounded him.

But it would not work. And he already knew that.

There is no remedy for feeling cold when it's from heartbreak. All the heaters in the world could not do a single thing to benefit him.

Then also no messages on his phone.

The hope of Jisung texting him faded away more and more. Jisung would not do it. It was Minhos fault for them to turn out like this, so he was the one who had to fix it in the future. There was nothing he could do about it at this moment.

This time Minho managed to blink the tears away, still he had an uneasy feeling in his stomach.