Sweet Bully- Minsung

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When I woke up the sun was setting. I tried to sleep again but I couldn't so I just got up and went to the kitchen to drink some water. Not feeling hungry I walked to the living room and watched TV. I didn't know what was going on in the movie, all I could think of was Jisung.

He was safe, I knew that. But I needed to talk to him and explain everything. The question was how? Should I just visit Chan tomorrow? Since Jisung is apparently there according to Seungmin. But Jisung needs his time alone too.
The sounds of the TV made me annoyed so I turned it off and just laid there.

My mind was full of thoughts but empty at the same time. I didn't know what to do and it was driving me crazy. Then again I could feel the tears in my eyes. I fucked up bad, so so bad. It hurt me as I remembered the tears in Jisungs eyes. The expression he had- betrayal, -anger, and mostly sadness. It was unusual to see him this sad and it just fucking hurt.

I wanted and needed to see him so bad, i was literally having separation anxiety. I actually cried to the point were I threw up.

And after vomiting I brushed my teeth and went back to bed. I had no energy left even though I did nothing but I fell asleep anyway.

3RD PERSON

It's been 3 days since Jisung left the house. Nor of the two boys were going to school and were just staying at their rooms. Well Jisung in Chan's guest rooms. Meanwhile Minho was dying out of worry. Jisung hadn't unblocked him and he had no way to contact him.

He didn't answer the calls nor texts from his friends, which made them visit Minho. But they couldn't stay long because Minho didn't want them to worry about him and wanted them to leave the house to go and check on Jisung. Chan came too, once, and told about how Jisung was feeling which made Minho feel relieved.

Whenever his friends would ask the question "Did you eat something?" ,his answer would always be the same; "Yes, of course I ate."
The friends had their doubts though, so they made Minho eat whenever they visited.

It's now Saturday, almost 9 pm, and Minho was doing what he was doing all these other past days: siting on the couch and hoping for Jisung to come.
When the doorbell rang he hopefully ran to it and opened it. And after finally seeing the person he missed so much he smiled softly but it quickly disappeared when Jisung got inside without saying anything, ignoring him.

"How are you feeling?" Minho forced a smile as he asked it and hoped Jisung to answer.
Jisung turned around and blankly stared at Minho. Minhos eye bags, pale skin and shivering body were no good sign to Jisung.
"Good." Jisung coldly responded to him before going up the stairs with Minho following him behind.

Jisung entered his room and smiled slightly, feeling home again. He noticed how Minho was behind him and sat down on his bed, looking up at Minho with concerning eyes after noticing his trembling hands. Minho noticed that Jisung was staring at his shaking hands and quickly hide them behind his back.

"W-Will you let me explain now please?" Minho didn't even know why he was so nervous.
Jisung looked bored, his eyes piercing into Minho. There was a long deadly silence and Minho almost decided to just turn around and leave Jisung alone, but Jisung spoke up before he could do anything.

"Do it fast, two minutes."
The nervous boy let out a sigh of relief before he started explaining. He explained every detail, not forgetting one little thing. Jisung just carefully listened, seeing that Minho was honest with him and that the alcohol made Minho imagine and do the things at the party. But he couldn't just forgive him yet.

He was still angry and sad about it, now mostly angry. He wanted his revenge. The past days he convinced himself that it would be fair if he would hurt Minho too, not physically of course. Jisung was really hurt and he wanted to make Minho hurt like he hurt him.