𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 65 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝔂

Chan crossed his arms, standing in the corner, watching Minho. The only thing he did was stare outside the window. He refused to look at anything else, refused food, refused to talk. Minho just sat there, staring as if he was trying to find answers, looking for solutions like someday he would just see it in the sky, flying by. Chan had cried the first time he saw Minho again, no longer unconscious. It's been two days. Time goes by fast. Some people say time can change someone, but Minho wasn't showing any change at all. At least he didn't refuse to rest. That was probably something he needed most now. No matter how bitter that fact was for Minho to swallow. He blinked. Chan sighed, unfolding his arms. Talking won't help. It's time for someone else to take over. 

In the hall, Jisung paced back and forth, fidgeting with whatever he found at the moment to hold on to. In this case, the bottom of his hoodie, even though the temperature outside was quite warm. The door opened and Chan peeked outside. "Come on in, Jisung," he smiled. 

Jisung brushed past him, entering the room. The moment he walked by, Chan's eyes ended up on the boy's neck. A scarlet bruise, though it had started to darken into a purple color, the skin swollen. Jisung reached his hand up to his neck subconsciously. That confirmed the other's suspicion. He hadn't imagined it. Chan's jaw tightened, a frown appearing on his forehead as he watched Jisung walk further. Then, he walked out of the door. 

"What happened to Jisung? Did he fall or bump into something and bruise himself like that? Then again, a bruise doesn't appear like that, he should have bruised something else. He isn't getting bullied again, is he?" Chan sighed and shook his head. He couldn't wrap his mind around this case and it bothered him. 

"Hey, Love. Guess what? Something funny happened today." Jisung sat down with a big grin on his face and started telling Minho all about their classroom events, flaying his arms around when exclaiming a point between bursting out into laughter. Minho didn't respond much, but Jisung kept trying. Some day. Some day he will. 

The door closed behind Jisung and without noticing he exhaled like he held something in the entire time. Maybe it was the weight of the rock he felt in the pit of his stomach, that made him nauseous. But now, he had one way to go. And that was back home. Yeah, home.. 

Jisung lowered his head and proceeded to walk inside the house after fiddling with his keys at the lock. A bottle crashed beside him. His eyes shut. Subconsciously, his breathing started to exhilarate as Jisung had trouble to keep it inside of him. He didn't dare to make a sound. It would annoy his father. "Where were you for such a damn long time?" He held up a broken half of a glass bottle, the sharp ends aimed at him. "I-I visited a friend, and school ended a bit later." Jisung stuttered, but immediately wish he had just swallowed those words. They didn't satisfy his father by the look of his face. 

His father's reddened eyes by veins looked into the frightened ones of Jisung. "Out visiting a friend, huh?" He nodded in a mocking way. "Ok, sure. You worthless piece of shit!" He threw the bottle at Jisung with him dodging it just in time, but he sure felt the air brush past his cheek from the intensity of the throw. Jisung reached up to his cheek and silently breathed out in relief. There is no cut there. But that doesn't mean it's time to celebrate. 

"Don't you have work to do?!" His dad screamed at him for longer, storming around the room in rage but not moving an inch closer to Jisung. This must be his lucky day. The male flinched at every curse word that got thrown his way by his father, however spoke no word back. It'll all be over. Soon. "Get out of my sight!" 

And with that, Jisung ran upstairs. Jisu must be away. Irene is probably upstairs, keeping Jaeyong busy or rather keeping him hidden from the monster that was downstairs.

Jisung looked over at the clock. It's time.