Yellow - in darkness can be found || Minsung fanfic🌻🍋

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Random sketch I made of Ekko from Arcane for some reason. Anyways

Having proper conversations with any guy in high and middle school is almost unbearably painful. They yell and laugh and make stupid remarks about every person who's 'out of their league' - or just not as... how could you say it... eccentric as them.

Their remarks pained many, and were enough for Jisung to state right on the edge of the tallest building near his school.

He was at peace with this decision. He left home that morning, smiling at his mom and rushed out of the door as he did every morning except he was already aware of his plan this time.

When he arrived at school he mostly just hid in the bathroom. Minho hadn't showed up nor called the entire day. And Jisung wasn't gonna lie, he was worried out of his mind.

But instead of doing anything he just... sat there.

A million thoughts and worries almost pulled him back up but the thought of having his own final little peaceful moment made him forget those thoughts, just for a second.

He didn't want to be such a bother to anyone, dragging everyone down with him and annoying them for speaking too much or for being too quiet.

I mean, eventually he'd leave Minho and his friends and family behind anyways, he just wanted it to be quicker than they expected.

For some reason he chuckled. The sky looked so beautiful even tho it was quite cold and extremely clouded but he still wasn't wearing a sweater or a jacket.

He closed his eyes, one final peaceful moment on earth.

The stone edge he was sitting on was brittle and had started to slightly ache. But his mind, which was usually overflowing with yelling and shouting cold voices, finally went quiet. Just like the silence before the storm, but instead it was afterwards. And the storm only ended after years of exasperated gasps and yells.

His feet swaying caused him to henge over the edge a bit more like a crate on an obstacle that was slightly heavier on one side and slowly started to slide downhill.

The only thing stopping him now, were his hands on the other side of him grabbing onto the aching bricks. They scraped over it like sandpaper. It reminded him of a story he had once heard but couldn't quite grasp onto who told him

Now, his hands wouldn't be so extremely damaged, but even if they were, it wouldn't matter anyways, since he wasn't going to need his hands ever again.

He thought of Minho once more. How badly he just wanted one last hug or kiss. Even tho he was nowhere to be seen.

He closed his eyes once more.slowly his fingers started to let go.One hand loose one more to go.

He leaned forward and to his surprise when he finally fell,a blurred and slurred shout entered his ears but... he smiled. He just smiled.

the next secondor maybe only even half a second felt like infinity.

He waited for the funny rollercoaster feeling to come but it never.

and instead of falling down fast he felt two hands trying to pull him up.

Two incredibly tiny hands.

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Have not proofread but ok.

Anyways I have returned From the dead:)