𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐗 || [𝑴𝒊𝒏𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈]

Chapter 11- You Killed Me.

Jisung pulled Minho onto the couch.
"This cream shit, I've gotta rub it 2x on your neck?"
Minho's head was tilted aside, he didn't have anything to say.
"If you don't tell me that I'll never know."
Minho didn't speak.
"Fine, you'll just be disappointing Felix"
Minho hesitated, and then spoke finally-
"I can do it myself"
"Old dog has finally barked.", Jisung replied, "if you could you'd have to open your neck brace. Where'd you keep that head huh?"

Minho didn't know why Jisung was being like this , he should hit Minho more, he should beat Minho into a pulp.. was he doing this all because of Felix?

Did Jisung have a thing for Felix? Why did Felix kiss him? Are they...
Minho couldn't help but feel queasy.

"You look like you're gonna throw up. You hate me that much? I'm the one who's supposed to hate you", Jisung said.

"Supposed to?",Minho thought to himself, "so he doesn't hate me?!"

"I hate you obviously. Don't think otherwise", and for a minute Minho thought Jisung could read his mind.

There was quiet defiance and quieter violence in the room. Minho flinched whenever Jisung's arm raised to apply the cream. Jisung felt awkward.

This isn't how it was supposed to turn out, Jisung thought to himself, I was supposed to bruise and batter him.. but what the fuck am I doing now?

Minho was scared. He didn't understand why Jisung was going easy on him. He would've liked it better if the younger had just kicked him where his neck and cramped, to slap his face with the rim of his shoes. It would've calmed Minho down and, he thought, Jisung too.

Minho felt like he was at the mercy of Jisung.
Jisung felt something he couldn't understand.
Jisung spoke again.

"You look old and pathetic now. Guess karma got your ass good."
Minho stayed silent.
"I'm doing this just because of Felix. Don't expect this from me everyday. "
Minho stayed silent.
" Why can't you fucking talk? "
Minho stayed silent.
" Fine. Whatever. You're still the same guy who ruined my fucking life. Because of your own fault. You killed me Minho. You should be begging me to do what I'm doing now. "
Minho turned his face away, his eyes softened.
"You can't even look me in the eye. I guess I'm just that much of a pathetic fag right? Should've killed myself the first 50 times you asked me to. Get this back on-", he hastily tied the neck brace but softly put his head on the couch- "and remind me why I'm fucking around like this."

Minho stared at the ceiling, the little fluorescent sticker stars seemed to follow Jisung around. He didn't dare look at him.

Jisung looked eagerly at Minho's neck. He didn't know what he'd like to do it, but he preferred to think he'd like to choke it till he died. The sunlight from the window kissed Minho on his soft feet and shins. Jisung felt empty.

"The only way I can get him to talk is by mentioning Felix.", Jisung thought, "they must've fucked every day last year."

Jisung kicked at the wall. Minho started at this, almost getting up. Jisung noticed. He turned around and grabbed a hoodie off the wall and his sling bag.

"Get fucked.", were Jisung's last words as the door of the dorm closed behind him. Jisung kept his eyes under his cap, and moved on despite the wind.