Broken (MinSung 18+)

Chapter 50

TW: This chapter does mention drugging and kidnapping someone in detail.

TW: Um... torture.

TW: If you're vegan or vegetarian, a comment in this chapter might make you a little mad. Just bare with me.

TW: Discussions of self-harm (no action, whatsoever), angsty thoughts, light mention of abuse

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Jisung's head twitched slightly as he started waking up, his eyes fluttering open to find the familiar fabric of his favorite pajamas around his skin. He quickly realized Minho had cleaned him up and dressed him, again, but he didn't feel the warmth of Minho's touch.

He shot up to double-check his surroundings, only to find that he was correct in his assumptions. The older was nowhere to be seen, and Jisung was alone in his own room.

The boy's breathing picked up slightly as he bent down to check his phone, trying to ignore the shot of pain stringing upwards from his tailbone. It was morning. He had slept through the entire evening and night.

He stared straight ahead, trying to figure out why Minho would leave him there, as his fingers reached up shakily to brush against his necklace.

I thought we were on good terms.

Did I upset him? Did I scare him?

Did I go too far with my teasing, maybe? That has to be it. FUCK. He was cheated on. I can't keep making jokes about other people.

I'm so fucking stupid.

How do I continuously find ways to fuck everything up?

He didn't even notice that he was beginning to zone out, his hands creating claw-like motions as they scratched against his leg. The pain was completely unacknowledged as he dug deeper, his thoughts quickly beginning to spiral- until the door opened.

His head snapped in the direction of his door. Even with the bare lighting, he could easily make out Minho's figure and concerned facial expression as the older quickly shut the door and brought the items he was carrying over to the nightstand on Jisung's side of the bed.

He wordlessly climbed into bed behind Jisung, placing his legs on either side of the boy's, while his hands quickly reached out to lay atop the younger's. He leaned his head down, kissing Jisung's shoulder lightly.

"What's wrong, Naekkeo? What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

Jisung leaned back, exhaling in relief as he rested his head against Minho's own shoulder. "I thought... you left me... I thought you weren't here and you were mad and I pushed you too much and my teasing upset you or I hurt your feelings or-"

"Sweetheart... I went to get you water and painkillers. We went a little rough and I didn't want you to be uncomfortable... but I fell asleep with you after getting you dressed." Minho placed another brief kiss onto the boy's jawline. "I'm not mad. I don't actually think you mean anything by those jokes. I get jealous, sure, but I don't get mad. There is a difference. I love you. And I trust you. With all of my heart."

Jisung breathed in, deeply, letting Minho's touch calm his anxiety. "Feel free to say no, of course, but... can we please talk about these... tendencies of yours- when you're anxious? I want to understand it a bit better, if you're comfortable."

Jisung looked down, finally realizing that he'd once again begun to dig into his skin without noticing. With a deep sigh, he tried to explain.

"I... don't notice. When I get anxious, I think it's just like... my hands have to move. I need something to ground me and keep me calm. The breathing techniques you taught me work, they really do, but sometimes I can't think that far."