Jisung was on his last string, one more inconvenience and he was gone. Everything was hidden behind 3 friends and fake smiles before he came into the picture. Minho changed his way of life and gave him meaning.
-Accidental slow burn-
•Trans!Jisung•
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squirrelhan - McDonald's date with dad yesterday :0 duckiechan
rinolino - invite me next time √ squirrelhan - if I must
8:45 pm
rinolino - squirrelhan -Direct Message-
rinolino Hey you doing alright, haven't heard from you
rinolino I hope you're okay man
rinolino Text me if you need anything.
squirrelhan I'm fine, just a lot of anxiety I'll be okay
squirrelhan Sorry for making you worried
rinolino No no don't apologize, I'm your friend I'm here for you
rinolino Want me to come over? I know we haven't known each other long but like I can bring food?
squirrelhan If you don't mind, Felix is at Hyunjin's for the week so I'm lonely
rinolino Send me your address and I'll come bearing cheesecake (Chan told me that one)
squirrelhan Thank you sm:]]
9:10 pm
Jisung lay in bed, eyes trained on his arms and the copious red lines across them. His legs fought to get him out of bed, he had begged Hyunjin to ask Felix to stay over for a week, he knew fine well he was going to relapse. He grabbed a beige long-sleeved jumper and threw it on over his black tank top, water welling in his tear ducts just waiting to fall. Droplets fell down puffed cheeks as his head landed in his hands, Minho was due any minute now and the apartment was a mess. Three soft knocks hit the front door leaving Jisung to haul himself, his body barely able to keep himself standing. He opened the door to be greeted by an extremely worried facial expression, the smile on his lips left as he fell forward into Minho. Minho quickly took him into the living room before shutting the door and leaving the cheesecake on the counter.
"Jisungie?" He called softly, trying to find a pulse on his wrist. His eyes fell into reddish-brown lines surrounded by dried-up bloodstains before moving his hand to check his neck for one instead. Soft beating ran through his fingertips signalling he was still alive. "Oh Jisung," he whispered pulling the limp boy into his chest. To say he was prepared for this would be very wrong, he thought the boy was a bit anxious about being alone but no, he was almost dying in his arms.
"Jisung please wake up," Han stirred slightly, his breathing still slow, "I'm going to call the ambulance, it's going to be okay Hannie," Minho dialled 119 and explained everything he knew to the operator, that being he's cut himself and collapsed as soon as they met. He specifically asked if everything could be done at home as the boy had issues with going outside and being with people he didn't know which they agreed to.
9:45 pm
The paramedics knocked on the door leaving Minho to yell come in. There was no chance he would leave him, three people came through the door holding all sorts of equipment. Minho was instructed to remove the jumper and try to explain what happened, which honestly, he knew nothing, he had recently met the boy through another friend. They hooked Jisung onto oxygen and started cleaning and wrapping the cuts on his arms.
"I wasn't meant to do this," a weak voice whimpered noticing the needles and bandages. "I only wanted to feel something, I don't want to die," he sobbed. Minho ran his hands through his hair trying to comfort him as much as possible. "Don't leave me Minho,"
"I'm not going anywhere Hannie, I'm your friend remember? I'll do anything for you," He spoke, he had no clue what worked with Jisung so he just wanted to make him feel wanted. Two hours had passed and Jisung was more stable than before, sitting up and talking like nothing happened. The paramedics were still on standby on the opposite settee just in case. Minho held Jisung to his chest continuing to run his hand through soft hair.
"I'm sorry, this wasn't how our first time meeting was meant to go," Han mumbled watching how Minho would stare into his eyes every time he caught the chance. The older shook his head, it wasn't his fault at all.
