Minho woke up groggily, rising in his bed and passing his hand through his hair. He had a terrible night, almost restless.
He was stressed about tonight.
Chan had organized a party, and there would be some people, even though Minho didn't care much about it.
It's just that lately, with the amount of pills he had to take, he had been feeling so numb... He knew the party would just bore him.
So he had an idea, but he wasn't sure if it actually was a good one.
He thought for a bit, and he stood up.
"Fuck it" He muttered, deciding to go one with his idea, just this time.
He threw some clothes on, and he went downstairs, seeing his mother sweetly preparing breakfast.
"Hi" He said, as she went to him and kissed his forehead
"Good morning honey" She said
Minho sat down at the table and ate some toasts, trying to get something in his system.
And he took the pills container. He looked at it, then his eyes went to his mother, who was looking at him, watching him closely. He gulped as he took one pill in the palm of his hand, and stood up, taking a water bottle so he was showing his back at his mother.
But instead of putting the pill in his mouth, he faked it.
He drank the water, and put the bottler where it was, the pill still secured in the palm of his hand.
He went to his bathroom, throwing the pill in the toilet and flushing it. He didn't even feel guilty, he didn't care much.
Tonight, he wanted to get tipsy, to drink, to live like a man his age. He wanted to be normal, and that stupid pill wasn't going to get in his way.
For the rest of the day, he skipped the pills. And the second he arrived at the party, he got a beer, drinking it in almost one go.
"Woow, I haven't been seeing you drink in ages Minho" Chan said as he patted his shoulder, trying to make him go slower
"Yeah, I thought I needed something stronger today" Minho explained and Chan smiled.
Chan didn't think much of it, he was quite happy his friend wanted to have fun.
Chan pulled the boy to the living room, where most of his friends were dancing and he danced along with them, drinking from his friends cups from time to time.
Somehow, he felt alive.
He hadn't been feeling alive at all for months. Now, he looked like a normal guy. He felt content.
As he was dancing, a bit lazily, he spotted Jisung and Felix talking on the couch, a bit secluded from the others.
Minho tapped Changbin's shoulder, trying to get his attention.
"What?" Changbin asked
Minho didn't answer, he just pointed at Felix, and he saw the smile that grew on his friend's face. Changbin started walking to Felix and Minho followed him.
"Yo" Jisung said as he saw the two approaching
"Hey" Minho answered, as he sipped on his second or third beer, he wasn't sure anymore.
Jisung narrowed his eyes on the beer. He knew that you shouldn't drink while on antidepressants. He was about to ask him, but he forgot as Felix and Changbin started making out just beside them.
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You understand me - Minsung
FanfictionJisung was exactly what Minho needed in his life: a ray of sunshine. "Minho can't live without Jisung, but Jisung can live without Minho" TW: Lots of angst Talks about depression, mental illness Mentions of suicide, SH Also: Fluff, Smut I don't own...