(Suicide Warning)
"Felix! Are you home?"
Jisung's heavy footsteps approach the blond's room. Minho trails behind him
"Felix?"
He knocks twice on the off-white piece of plywood.
"Felix?"
Jisung gives another pair of knocks that receive no answer. But while the brunette wonders to himself, Minho's eyes travel. They travel down the dimly lit hall to his left and stop at the light peaking through the crack under the door.
"Is he in there?"
Jisung follows the point of Minho's finger to the end of the hall; to the bathroom door. Jisung huffs.
"Felix! Are you in there?"
Jisung now knocks on the bathroom door. He knocks with persistence, with...concern?
"I'm sure he's fine. Let's just go to your room."
Minho tempts, but Jisung's eyebrows remain knitted.
"No... No, the light shouldn't be on if Felix isn't in there. And he should be responding to me. Felix!"
Jisung now bangs on the door with the flat of his fist and yells the boy's name louder. The lack of sound behind the door clearly put Jisung into a panic if his tight, confused expression is any signification.
"Minho, something's not right. W-What should I do?"
The man in question rolls his eyes and huffs out a certainly peeved breath.
"Well, if you really care that much, then just open the door."
Jisung, ignoring the other's indignant attitude, turns the brass handle and swings the door open. All to be seen is a single sink and mirror.
"Felix? Are you in here, hon?"
Jisung never notices the way Minho's eyes squint at the nickname. In fact, all thoughts related to the boy behind him are lost as Jisung rounds the door frame of the scanty, humble bathroom the roommates both share.
Rounding that corner evokes a gasp from Jisungs throat. Minho had never seen Han Jisung cry before. But a tub of bloody water cradling the pale, limp body of your best friend is nothing to be taken lightly.
Screams. Scream and cries and sobs rip from Jisungs throat as he holds Felix's head in his arms, not daring to look down at his shut eyes. Minho has a 911 call in his right hand and the curve of Jisung's back under his other.
It's been a long time since the older had seen so much blood. Yet those images of the past are still so vivid in his mind. He can still remember the intense smell of the room he just happened to intrude in as a child coming home from school. Hm, history repeats...
Later in the night, the pair find themselves in a hospital room. A bloody, cut-up Felix lies in front of the boys in bed; unmoving, unconscious.
"M-Minho, I j-just- I don't understand w-why. What m-made my sunshine do this? Who made h-him do this? W-Why didn't I see it before?"
Minho pats Jisung's back as the younger soaks the former's collar in salty tears. Again, Minho fidgets at the nickname given to the disordered blond before him. As childish and considerably selfish as Minho's slight jealousy is, the brunette still has enough decency to focus on the task at hand: Jisung's wellbeing.
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I actually wrote this a while ago when I was only considering making oneshots. So that's why this one is subpar. It probably makes zero sense because it was supposed to be longer but... I couldn't be bothered. If you have any questions about this one, feel free to ask. I know there's a lot of wholes to fill.
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