Minsung Oneshots

Fall or Fly

Jisung ran home as fast as he could, pushing through the crowds of people who threw indignant insults his way, pushing through the heavy rain pouring all around him, the bruises on his ribs and cheek stinging as he panted for breath, somehow still not stopping till he entered the empty apartment, slamming the door behind him and sliding down against the wall, taking great, gasping breaths as tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes.

"I wish you were never born!"
"What a fucking failure."
"So what exactly happened to your nonexistant music career? Ohh right. It never existed!"
"How do your parents even tolerate a piece of shit like you?"
"Where is your homework?! Didn't get time to finish it while writing those crappy meaningless songs of yours?"

Jisung curled into a ball, crying harder at the pain shooting throughout his body. He just wanted it to stop.

The endless taunts and beatings, insults and snarky comments he had to endure everyday was becoming too much. The countless wounds all over his body was becoming too much. The amount of times he had stayed up at night cutting instead of writing had become too much. And the amount of times he had thought about his failure in achieving his dream was becoming too much.

With shaky legs, Jisung slowly got up, gripping against the door for support. He stumbled into his room while wiping his tears, looking around at the mess of notebooks and pens all over his bed, the random pages filled with lyrics strewn across the floor, the familiar brown acoustic guitar standing in a dark corner, almost hidden from view, the laptop on his desk still open to the latest song he was producing.

His heart wrenched as he walked over to the disarranged bed, slowly picking up all the open or upside down notebooks randomly thrown there by him. He began gathering them, picking up as many as he could before staggering to the bin next to his desk, throwing all the diaries into it, with an echoing thud. Jisung felt numb, tear ducts dried up completely as he walked over to his desk, shutting down his laptop without saving his latest song, then picking up his notebook to the page where it was left open.

And now I'm walking on my way, all alone, I'm feeling so cold
Not getting anywhere, I feel like I'm in slow mode
Used to be a winner, everything was all black and white
Now I'm bottom of the pile, a dusty photo
I'm afraid I'm gonna be left stranded by myself
All the foolish dreams I had inside of me are broken
Everything I wanted in the distance out of reach
Am I the only one that's gon' stay here forgotten, ey.....

Jisung scoffed at the bitter irony of his song as he read it before chucking the diary into the bin as well.

He looked around the room. It looked so much cleaner. Much more organised. So....... unlike him.

Just one more thing left......

Jisung finally turned to his beloved guitar, the one he had with him for the past six years, the one whose music he had used for his first song, the one using which he had learned his first chord.

Without a second thought, he picked it up, gazing at the strings and the smooth wood one last time before bringing the instrument down, smashing it hard against the ground. He didn't care if he got a noise complaint, he just continued smashing the guitar till all that was left, were pieces.

When the task was finally over, Jisung fell to his knees amidst the mess of dust and wire strings and broken wood, not caring if the splinters cut into his palm or knees.

He had already sustained so much, what was a little more?

Memory after memory hit him, flashing through his eyes like a high definition movie. Jisung screamed, covering his ears to block out the disoriented voices wailing in his ears, the memories hitting him like a train running at full speed.