Minsung Oneshots

"I'm sorry"

Warning: Mentions of suicide and depression. Might be triggering to some people so don't read if it's a sensitive topic.

Jisung's POV

I took in a deep breath, the wind ruffling my hair as I looked down at the tarmac below from the terrace of the twelve story building I was currently standing on.

The road down below just looked so........ inviting.

Just one jump and all my suffering, pain and misery would end. One jump and I could leave this cruel, fake world behind. One jump, and I would be at peace, once and for all.........

That idea itself just felt amazing.

Nobody there to mourn me, to think about me after I die, to lay flowers at my grave on every death anniversary..........

But then I remembered someone. Minho. Lee Minho. My boyfriend of six years.

The only person who had actually cared for me all this time. The person who had held me during my anxiety attacks, comforted me during my depression and supported me whenever I went through a bad phase in life.
The person I had grown so dependant upon, so attached to, that now leaving him forever......

The thought made my heart wrench.

I hastily wiped away my tears, blinking rapidly to stop new ones from falling out and looked up at the night sky, mesmerized by the twinkling stars, wondering if whether I was lucky enough to become one of them.

I smiled bitterly at the thought.
I sighed, then fished out my phone from my back pocket, opening Minho's contact.

I scrolled through our endless texts and chats, stopping at ones like 'I love you' and 'Don't lose hope' or just random hearts and kiss emojis. Even till this day, his actions didn't fail to make me giddy.

My finger hovered over the call button, deciding it wouldn't hurt to hear his voice one last time before closing my eyes forever.
I pressed the button and brought the phone to my ear.

"Hey love" came Minho's soothing voice from the other side of the line as he picked up the call. I gulped, tears now falling from my eyes uncontrollably as his voice made me realize just what I was about to do.

"M-minho....." I whispered.
"Sweetheart what's wrong?" Came Minho's concerned and slightly panicked voice.

"Minho........ you know I love you right?" I asked, trying to control my sniffles.

"Of course I do but why-" Minho gasped as realization dawned on him. "No no no Jisung please! Don't do this! Please! Please! Jus-just wait for me, love. Please!" Minho screamed desperately as I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing more painful as seconds passed by.

"I love you, Minho" I murmured, inhaling sharply as I heard him sob helplessly. "I hope you remember that. But don't let that stop you from moving on, please. Stay happy......... for me. Goodbye, Minho."

That one step. The one that would finally grant me peace, relief from this life. The one that would finally let me rest.......

I took it. I took that step........ and fell. Straight down. The wind whistling in my ears as the eerily silent road came closer and closer.

I felt happy, knowing that I would finally be at peace in a few moments when suddenly........ panic seized me.

I suddenly realised that I could have been happy. Without needing to die. Flashbacks of all my memories for the past six years raced through my mind at lightning speed and suddenly........ I didn't want to die anymore.

I wanted to go back into Minho's arms, cuddling into his side and watching movies without giving a fuck to the world. I wanted to go to the amusement park with him again and take silly pictures in the photo booth till all our change ran out, not caring about the weird stares we got and just being ourselves. I wanted to go on those romantic dates with him, whether it was as simple as a walk barefoot along the beach at sunset, or as fancy as dinner in an expensive restaurant.

I wanted to experience those memories once again. I wanted to watch more movies, goof around in more amusement parks, go on more dates, but most importantly......... I wanted to have Minho by my side once again.

But now, it was too late.

I just waited helplessly as the tarmac came closer and closer, a final sob echoing from my mouth as the last moments of my life drew to an involuntary end..........

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Word count: 769

The creepy part is..... I wrote this when I was in a good mood....
Also do you guys want a part two where Jisung doesn't actually die no matter how unrealistic that would be????? Anyone?????? I have an idea for that so....... COMMENT!!!

Have a great day/night!
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