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Minho is Jisung's new neighbour but he isn't like every other person around there. He finds no joy in life anymore, not ever since his brother's death. With his whole family being gone Minho doesn't want anything else other tha...
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TW: mentions of blood, self harm
A week had passed since Minho had moved in the same neighbourhood as Jisung and had officially met him but the latter was a little upset with him. He had not visited him at all which made him disappointed enough to think Minho probably didn't like him.
Jisung offered help, he welcomed him, he invited him to his house to hang out with him and his friends and Minho did what? Nothing. Whenever he would see Jisung he would avoid him and Jisung felt whenever he greeted him he was forced to say hi back. Not even making eye contact with him.
And Jisung being the type of person who wants to make things clear, decided to show up on his front door to get an answer to his question.
Knocking on the door, he waited until Minho comes to open it but it never happened. He waited and waited and waited but after 3 minutes had passed he started to get worried. He had seen Minho inside from his window and he never left his house so why wasn't he opening the door?
"Hello?" he knocked on the door again but this time a little harder in order to be loud enough for Minho to hear. However, still no response. "Minho hyung?!" he called out his neighbour's name, hoping he would open the door.
"The hell.." he sighed as his anxiety started acting up and he moved around the house where multiple windows were built, in an attempt to see if he was okay. He moved from the front to the side of the house were the inside of his house could be seen through the curtains of a medium sized window.
Seeking through it, he narrowed his eyes and tried his best to look inside. He was able to see the living room where a few things were still in the boxes but no sign of Minho. He could also see another room which he figured was the bathroom and the door was open.
As he was about to move to the next window, his eyes caught something. On the white floor on the entrance of the bathroom there were drops of something red. Deep red colour. He quickly moved to the next window to check if he had a better view and unfortunately, he did.
"Oh my god" his eyes widened, panic and worry filling them as he quickly ran back to the front door. He started to throw himself at the hard door in order to break it down. It hurt, yes, but that wouldn't stop him from trying to get inside. Jisung grunted as the door finally bursted open.
He balanced himself before rushing into the bathroom. His heart was beating like crazy, as he cupped Minho's cheeks with his hands "Hyung??" said boy was lying in the bathtub, blood oozing out of his wrists. He checked his pulse and thanked the God it was still there so he pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance.
He didn't know what to do. It was the first time something like that had happened to someone he knew and he wasn't mentally prepared to witness it. Minho wasn't a close friend of his, they were just neighbours for a week but that didn't mean he didn't care for the older.
Multiple attempts to wake him up, shaking him gently by the shoulder or talking to him. He grabbed some towels which were near and tried to stop the bleeding at least until the paramedics arrive.
Not even 3 minutes later, he heard the ambulance's sirens nearby and he felt a little relieved. His gaze was focused on Minho's face and he frowned at the boy for looking so peaceful when he was on the verge of death.
