Faded cries | minsung

🥀when im alone🥀

Double update 🥳🥳🥳

.1 week later.

They had talked to every single student and yet nothing had come up. They saw each other pretty much everyday, wether it was in the morning for his violin sessions or during the lunch break to talk to people they suspected, they were inseparable. People started to speculate random rumours but they didn't care at all.

Minho was untouchable, nobody dared to lay a finger on him. Like many knew, he didn't care if he got in trouble with the school, so they feared him, which also meant they left jisung alone, along with the rest of their friends. Changbin, Jeongin and seungmin had been of great use for their eyes and ears and Hyunjin knew everyone, so they were in business.

Yet that didn't change the fact that they were now left with nothing else to do.

Other then one thing.

"This is so frustrating!" Jisung grabbed his hair and crashed on the older's bed, closing his eyes shut and almost admitting defeat.

"We'll figure it out, just don't lose hope. Their must be someone guilty of this"

"Yes but now they know we're onto them, at least we think...damn it, we know nothing"

Jisung eyed the letter he saw on Minho's stand, it was always there, every single time he came over, staring at him. He didn't dare to ask what it was, but he sure as hell knew it was important.

"Could Felix have left a note for you? Before he..."

"Yeah, the one on my night stand, I never opened it though..." he held his breath as he saw Jisung approaching it, his hand reaching out for it. Minho grabbed a hold of it and dragged him away from it, an angry expression on his face.

"Never. Touch that letter"

"Why not? It could tell us who did this and it could all be over, we'd get them arrested and he could be avenged! Felix could finally Rest In Peace..."

"We're not opening the letter."

"Why not?!"

Minho slammed Jisung on the bed, holding his wrists so harshly that red marks were starting to form on them. He struggled and tried to kick in different directions with no luck.

"Because I cant open it! Don't you understand? It's the last thing he did before he killed himself a few minutes before I came back home! I know he'll blame all of this on me, it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault!" He screamed and his tears fell on Jisung's face. The younger one didn't try to move anymore, he just looked into his broken eyes.

"Minho this isn't your fault..."

"I-if i had payed more attention, if I would of stayed that night, if I would of asked why he covered his wrists all the time, if only I could of stopped him from getting raped a few hours before his last fucking breath!!...but I can't, and I'll never forgive myself for this"

"Minho this isn't your fault."

"Yes. It is-" Jisung flipped them around and laid on his lap, now being above him and holding his arms apart.

"You're going to listen to me carefully. The fact that you are right now taking responsibility for this huge allegations means it couldn't possibly be your fault...Minho you couldn't have changed the outcome of this. It was years and years of torment in his head, mental health issues that you had nothing to do with..."

"But If I had stayed that night..."

"He might have done it the next day..." jisung started to cry and he cupped Minho's face gently.

"If I had been there for him"

"I could have called him, but I didn't. For weeks I felt guilty that I didn't check in, but we can't put this on our backs Minho, we can't carry this guilt at the same time that we need to grieve and heal. I'm not asking you to open that letter right now, I'm juts trying to let you know that what ever you have to face, I'm right here with y-" Minho suddenly got up and pulled him into a tight hug, their bodies trembling together.

"We couldn't of known...that he was going to kill himself, we couldn't possibly know" jisung brushed a hand in his hair and held him close, a bit closer then he normally would, but just enough for them to realize that this wasn't a normal hug. It felt better then any hug they'd have with a friend or a family member. They slowly pulled apart and looked at each other again, how soft their features looked when their eyes would meet.

"Thank you...you always know what to say, I just...I owe you so much jisung"

"You don't owe me anything"

I owe you my life.

"Trust me. I do." He looked at his wardrobe, where he had hidden all the guns and ammunition, stored away into a bag. He hadn't touched it since he met the younger one, he completely stopped imagining going into that school and shooting up the place, not since he met jisung.

"Do you ever feel...this thing in your chest...?"

"My heart?" Jisung raised a brow.

"No, more in terms of an emotion or feeling, it feels like a flower grows in my chest and I can't stop it...it only keeps growing"

"I don't know, when does it grow?" He asked, getting off his lap and sitting next to him.

"When I'm...with you" he admitted, not even daring to look his way. "It always feels like the thorns are around my heart, wrapping it up and squeezing it when we get closer...or when you have to go back home..." he blinked a couple of times before closing his eyes shut, feeling the thorns dig into his flesh.

"But then...the flower is so beautiful that it makes it all forth it in the end, it makes me feel complete and understood..." he continued. Jisung took his hand and smiled widely.

"I think I know exactly what you mean" they intertwined fingers and shyly kept glancing at each other, never holding eye contact.

A phone ring made them both knock out of their moment and Jisung picked up the call, annoyed when he saw it was his mother.

"Yeah mom, I'll be right there..." he hung up and sighed, he wasn't planing on leaving Minho's place any time soon, but now he was stuck to go back.

"I've got to go..." he mumbled, disappointed.

"Why can't you stay?" Minho pulled him back by the arm, pouting like a little puppy.

"My mom wants me home, I'd ask for a reason but it's probably just because she feels like ruining my fun..."

"Can I walk you home then?"

"Sure, you put my bag in the closet right?"

"Yeah"

Jisung walked to the closet and opened it, grabbing the wrong bag and trying to pull it over his shoulder but it was far too heavy and he dropped it on the floor, a single bullet falling from it.

"Don't!-" Minho didn't have time to stop him before Jisung opened the bag and looked at its content, widening his eyes. He touched the gun and then looked up at Minho who looked just as terrified as he was.

"I think you've got a lot of explain on do on our walk..."