̷W̷e̷.̷ 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 [MINSUNG] Book Two

January 17th, 2018

"Six months," was the first thing Jisung said to Minho when he got to school.

"Good morning?"

"Six months."

Minho frowned and stared at his cryptic boyfriend for a good twenty seconds before his face lit up in realization. "SIX MONTHS??"

"Six Min, a whole Six," Jisung was smiling wide.

Minho jumped onto him and hugged him tightly, pulling away only to plant a kiss on his lips. He communicated that way when he had no words, pouring his emotions into the kiss. And Jisung always understood him, it was their own little language.

When they finally pulled away it was because Chan had sighed a little too loudly at their public display.

The entire day, the two were smiling like idiots. Six months of sobriety had Jisung feeling invincible, despite the fact that just the previous week he'd left his house in the middle of the night to walk to the River Spot. Somehow, his feet took him to Minho's house instead, where he cried himself to sleep in his arms yet again.

In Jisung's head, none of that mattered now. For just this one day, he was fixed. He was healed and he was recovered. In the back of his head, he knew there wasn't such a thing. Recovered addicts don't exist, only recovering ones. No one ever puts it behind them completely, it's a lifelong battle. Usually that depressed him, but today, in his head, it just meant he was already a seasoned soldier. A whole six months - he couldn't be prouder of himself. And he couldn't be more thankful to Minho.

At the end of the day, him and Minho stood at the school gates saying goodbye to each other.

"I'm so proud of you," Minho whispered to him, purposefully not speaking louder to hide the crack in his voice.

"I am too," Jisung was absolutely beaming, basically glowing, with happiness.

"Soon it'll be a year! Can you believe that?"

"I know right! A year would be..." he trailed off while doing the math.

"July," Minho answered for him.

Jisung's smile dropped quickly. It hit him like a ton of bricks. July was when the school year ended too. He would've marveled at the poetry of it, but he was stuck on the fact that he only had six months left with Changbin, Chan and Minho, before they split up and went their separate ways. His stomach dropped and his breathing halted completely.

"... Decaf? Baby what's wrong?" Minho's voice was high pitched with concern and he walked to stand in front of Jisung, taking his face in his hands to force their eyes to meet. He knew the look his boyfriend was wearing, and he needed to try bring him back before it went too far.

"Min.." he'd started breathing again, but now it was erratic and he felt like his lungs were going to explode. It wasn't an anxiety attack, it was pure adrenaline, produced solely because of the intense fear that had very quickly settled in him.

"Okay come on, let's go sit down."

"We need to... To get home.. It's this way.." Jisung was out of it, speaking breathlessly and making no sense, aimlessly pointing towards the school gates while Minho led him in the opposite direction. He was stumbling behind Minho, allowing himself to be guided blindly.

"Sit down, no one's around," Minho said calmly, gesturing to the soft grass underneath their tree.

Jisung plopped down, his face blank. He seemed to be in shock.

Minho shakily sat with him, only taking his hand in an attempt to not make his boyfriend's breakdown too obvious to any wandering eyes. "Is it bad?"

"I just want to stop thinking about it... Being high would do that. Being high would fix it.. It'd make everything so much easier."