Im tired || minsung

fifteen.

"Minho, dinner is ready." His mother told him as she sat on his bed, noises erupting and a dip created where she sat.

"I'm not hungry. I have no appetite." He said sternly. He laid in his bed, alone. His pillow filled with tears, his eyes still glossy.

"This isn't how you deal with things Minho." She patted the bed next to her. "Come sit, talk to me please. I want you to get better."

He sat up, his head aching, limbs numb from laying in the same place for hours. His face stained with dried tears, renewing with more each time he thought about Jisung.

"It's not fair mom. Why does it have to be like this? Why did he just leave me? I thought he fucking loved me." Minho cried as his mom hugged him.

"I don't know hun, but hes not gone yet. You just need to have hope." She caressed his head, tangling her hands into his soft locks as she massaged his head. She hated the fact he cursed so easily in front of her but he could tell her son wasn't in he right stage of mind.

For a split second he thought he saw Jisung. Jisung was there, holding him. Curling his hands into his hair, softly, his fingers oh-so delicate.

"J-jisung." He stuttered.

"Minho, please. You can't stay stuck on him." She rubbed his back. "You need to move on Minho."

"I can't. You know I can't. What if...just.. Hes gonna be so hurt. He'll hate me. Please, just go." He started to sob again.

"Before I go, here." She put a box onto the bed. "This is was in the mail and it says your name, it came from Jisung's mom."

She respected his wishes and left the room, she knew she hit a nerve telling him to move on but he needed to face reality.

He needed to clear his mind.

He sat there, he could still feel Jisung's touch lingering on his face, the back of his neck, every place Jisung held him as they kissed.

How was this fair in any occasion?

He closed his eyes.

"Jisung! Hey, over here! Be careful."

"I'm coming Min! Wait!" Jisung excitedly bounced waiting for the light to turn red so he could cross the street.

"It's red! Hurry I missed you!" Minho yelled from across the street. Jisung looked up for clarification though he trusted Minho, it was natural instinct. Jisung started to cross the street, opening his arms for his boyfriend to catch him.

He was almost there when a car sped around the corner.

"JISUNG!" Minho rushed into the street, not caring which cars were coming, what light was what color.

"M-min?" Jisung stuttered out, his body starfished against the concrete. His head coated in crimson. His arm looked broken, his pants darkened in spots from blood, his face bruised. This wasn't the Jisung Minho knew, the Jisung Minho knew wore a smile whenever they were together, he was happy under every circumstance. This Jisung was turning pale by the seconds, his face looked so worn and his smile was gone.