Severed Bonds & Broken Hearts

Fifteen

"What the fuck"

Taeyong raised an eyebrow at Changbin in a warning. Minho was guessing about his language. Changbin shut his mouth, feeling bad about cussing apparently.

"Ok but actually what the fuck," Minho said, feeling brave and finally feeling ok seeing Jisung peacefully asleep.

"Honestly I could ask you the same thing. This does not happen every day" Taeyong answered, starting to clean up and put all of his medical stuff back in his bag. Minho moved to help carry some of the bloodied rags to their bathroom. Changbin decides to sit with Jisung, leaving Minho to follow Taeyong quietly.

"I left work and he came stumbling out of an alley like this, just telling me to call you, so I did," Minho explained taking the backseat while Taeyong rinsed the rags the best he could.

"I'm glad you still had my number then, I know Jisung rarely charges his phone," Minho hated how well Taeyong knew Jisung, but it hurt him more knowing someone else had the opportunity to learn Jisung as well as he knew him.

"Yeah it was dead, but why would I not still have your number?" Minho asked. Taeyong stopped what he was doing and looked at Minho with a skeptical eye.

"It's not a secret that you dislike me, thinking I stole Jisung from you and all that," Taeyong didn't break eye contact, holding out so Minho knew he was serious.

"Well I just, I don't dislike but-" Taeyong held up a hand, interrupting Minho's rant. He finished rinsing off the rags and rinsed out the bowl of dirty water.

"You don't need to defend yourself to me, I've gotten the glares and seen the mean looks, I just want you to know I would never 'steal' him from you I Just-"

"Saved him? I know," Minho finished the older guy's sentence, "Thank you" Taeyong nodded, looking back at his hands as they folded the rags and set them on the side of the counter.

"I wasn't going to leave him there, I saw a broken kid who need a hug and hot chocolate so I took him in, anyone would have done the same thing" Minho wished Taeyong was telling the truth but he knew it was not.

It takes a special kind of person to go out of the way to help a stranger. The world is filled with people who would rather mind their own business than keep someone from ending it.

"It's dumb but I always blamed you for his change, I know you are the designate leader of your group so I just found the most accessible person other than myself to throw the blame on and then you came running into our dance class," Minho laughed lightly, Taeyong matching his energy.

"That damn kid got into so many bad habits, like those fucking death sticks, he knows better than to smoke them around me but I know he does," Minho was glad to know Taeyong hated Jisung's cigarette smoking habit just as much as him.

"We just have to work him off them and break the habits then"

"If anyone is going to help him break the habits it would be you," Taeyong said, puzzling Minho. Taeyong tossed the kind of cleaning rags into the laundry bin and leaned against the counter smiling at the confused Minho.

"What?" Minho asked, Taeyong looked a bit shocked

"He still loves you, like a lot. Never stopped talking about you. Min this and Min that, I think it took everything in Jaehyun not to strangle him half the time" Minho supposed he should be happy to hear that but it scared him. He didn't want to hurt Jisung anymore.

"Jaehyun, he's the one next door right?" Minho asked, avoiding the obvious topic. Taeyong nodded, understanding without a word that Minho did not want to talk about it.