neon roses ~ l.mh • h.js

capitolo quindici e mezzo🩸

Running back to the bathroom and closing the door behind himself just in case, he opened up the cupboard under the sink to find any disinfectant and tool that he could. Eyes landing on a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a pair of tweezers, he sighed in relief as he thanked Minho for being a prepared adult and pulled the bottle and tweezers out, pouring a decent amount on the knife and tweezers over the sink before he hopped onto the counter again as to not tire out his legs because he assumed he'd be there for a while. He took a deep breath, setting down the tweezers onto the counter and reaching over his shoulder with the knife in his hand. As the tip of the blade just barely poked his skin, he halted.

Am I really about to do this right now, not even knowing if my suspicions are correct? Jisung thought, hand frozen in place as he stared at the knife through the mirror in slight horror.

What choice do I have?

Jisung inhaled as he tried to prepare himself to just go on with it. Holding his breath, he tightened the grip on the knife. It's now or never..

He brought the blade down and jabbed his skin with it, letting out a pained cry. The burning of the rubbing alcohol only intensified the sharp pain he felt with the knife three quarters of an inch deep in his back. Eyes watering, he let out another squeak when he dragged the knife across and through the previous scar, feeling blood trickle down the curve of his back. He pulled the blade out and immediately dropped it, the metal making a loud sound as it dropped into the sink, blood splattering from the knife and covering a small area of the sink. Jisung breathed heavily as he gripped the edges of the counter. Keep it together. You got the first step done.

Turning his head around again, he saw the deep cut that he made in his reflection. Damn, that's brutal. Jisung sighed. Now for the worst part.

Jisung cringed in pain as he poked around at the top to push anything that would be there downwards, almost crying in relief as he felt something hard and saw something shiny poking out from the cut. He grabbed the pair of tweezers with bloody hands and tried to get a grip on the small black object but he failed countless times. Each time the object moved around, it was just causing so much more pain than what was necessary and that was when Jisung realized he can't carry on like this. Just then, the sound of the dorm door being clicked open made Jisung's heart beat fast with panic in his chest. But, he slowly calmed himself down once he realized that the older could maybe help him. Maybe. If he was lucky.

"Jisung?" Minho called. "You in there?"

"H-Hey hyung, We-Welcome back." Jisung tried to say but he couldn't form full words because of the pain on his back.

"Are you alright?" Minho asked. Jisung could practically hear his concern through the door.

"Umm.. Y-Yeah.. but- ah! Fuck!" Jisung yelped when he accidentally nudged the cut.

"Jisung??"

"I-I need your help." Jisung groaned, dropping his arms from his back since they got sore.

"With?" Minho asked, walking closer to the bathroom door.

"Y-You'll see. Just.. don't freak out, alright?" Jisung said, followed by a groan. Hesitantly, Minho opened the door and gasped loudly seeing the gash across Jisung's tattoo. Before Minho could say anything, Jisung spoke up.

"The person who kidnapped me put a tracker here and I only just found out about it now so I need your help to get it out. If you're alright with that, that is." Jisung smiled over his shoulder at Minho. There were so many questions Minho wanted to ask but he pushed them to the back of his head for now and approached Jisung, gulping at the sight of the shirtless boy but near smacked himself on the side of the head for thinking the wrong things at the wrong time. Taking a deep breath, he took the pair of tweezers Jisung handed to him and refocused back on the cut. He cringed, all of the blood almost making him gag. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped off most of the blood that dripped down the younger's back, throwing the towel away and getting a new one to rest under the cut to catch any of the new blood from getting anywhere. He sighed a little bit, fixing his grip on the tweezers.