Society Standards (Minsung)

Eight

Warning: mention of cutting
Please don't hurt yourself no matter how depressed or hurt you are. It's no solution to anything.
^~^

"M– Minho!" Jisung looked at the elder with scared eyes. Their arms were behind their back. The younger's mouth was open a bit from shock.

Minho's eyebrows furrowed slightly, not evident enough the other would see.

Jisung's mouth stuttered, no words seeping out. "Wh– what are you doing? H– how's the card game going? Did Hyun–" They cleared their throat, swallowing down the lump. "Hyunjin lose– lose? I heard him– him... y– yell earlier..." Jisung backed up into the sink as Minho walked forward at a petrifyingly slow pace. "Could... could y– you not act like we're in a horror—"

Minho yanked one of Jisung's arms so it was in front of both the idol's eyes. In Jisung's hand was a steak knife, red liquid coating the edge. "I– I was try– trying t– t– to op– open a paint–t bucket..." Minho scanned Jisung's arm. Angry red liquid marks painted their skin. The blond met the other's eyes, who averted their gaze. "It.... it splashed onto my– my arms–"

"In perfect cut lines?" His voice cracked, making Jisung's heart shatter. The way Minho's eyes filled with threatening tears. The way Minho's voice was low and soft, mixing in the voice crack. The way Minho's original intimidating aura changed to a soft, sad one just from one thing.

It made Jisung want to reverse time, just to get it over with.

"Min, I can explain–"

"What type of fib can one come up with to cover this up? Hm? What convincing lie can," Minho cleared his throat, taking a breather, looking up and blinking the tears away, "can one c– come up with? I know damn well what these are, Han Jisung. I'm not a stupid person. I'm freaking 24, for fucks sake!" A tear slipped from his left eye. Jisung watched the single tear fall down the elder's face, guilt washing their face as they gulped dryly. "Why?" Was all Minho choked out before breaking down.

This was the first time Jisung had seen Minho cry. And it was their fault. It's all your fault, Han Jisung. Why couldn't you have just not do that, hm? Idiot.

Jisung took the knife out of their hand then set it in the sink. Minho lightly punched his friend's chest. "Why, Jisung? ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!" He yelled, slightly punching Jisung's chest over and over. Surely, that'll leave a bruise.

The other members ran into the kitchen after hearing the yell. Changbin ran up to the two, pulling Minho into his own embrace. "What is up with everyone tonight? Is Monday night that bad?"

"That little asshole decided to break our promise! You freaking broke it, you ass!" Minho yelled, trying to break free from the leader's strong grip. Tears streamed down his face, his makeup slowly coming undone.

"What promise?" Changbin shoo-ed everyone else out of the room, leaving just the three.

"Th– they promised they wouldn't cut again!"

"Minho, I think you're being a bit over dramatic about this."

"Overdramatic!" Minho emphasized. "You think I'm being 'overdramatic' about fucking cuts? This is self harm, Changbin! You're the leader! Notice this shit!"

"I'm aware of that, Minho! But you don't need to make a big deal about it! Especially when the person is in the room!" The two, Changbin and Minho, were facing each other now.

Jisung had curled up against the sink cabinets, hands over their ears. They weren't crying, just overwhelmed.

"I'm not making a big deal out of it! I can't look out for my friend?"