stars and whispers // minsung

Chapter Thirteen

"You won't find it there."

Jisung flinched and turned around.

Minho.

Again, it was Minho.

It felt so embarrassing to Jisung the fact that he was seeing him crying and shaking.

Please don't look at me.

Jisung wasn't even able to talk properly, the emotions were eating him alive.

Minho sighed and walked in the bathroom.

As he did so, Han was only taking steps back.

The older boy rested his back against the wall, arms crossed. "You should talk with someone," he said in a dry tone.

"Shut up," Jisung managed to whisper.

"Why? Is it the truth that scares you?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jisung yelled, whimpering.

Minho looked him in the eyes for a few seconds, then, his gaze softened. "Fine," he said. "I'll let you have time for yourself but that doesn't mean that I'm forgetting your butterfly box."

With those words said, he walked away and got out of the dorm.

Jisung slid down until he was sitting on the floor, knees pressed against his chest.

Fuck.

How did he find out?

Does anyone else know?

Oh, you fucked up again Han Jisung.

You fucked up again.

And without realizing, his arms and legs were all full of deep scratches with blood on them.

His own scratches.

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"Han."

Jisung opened his eyes and the first thing he saw when he managed to focus were Minho's cat eyes, looking at him carefully.

"Han?" the older boy repeated, shaking his hand in front of his face.

"Minho?" Jisung asked.

"Oh, finally. Here," Minhoreplied, helping the boy so that he was sitting properly on his bed.

Hours ago, Jisung had cried his eyes out until he fell asleep on his bed, that's all he could remember.

"What time is it?" Jisung asked in a raspy voice.

"Currently 4:00a.m," Minho said as he showed him his phone. "How are you feeling?"

Han looked at his roommate and sighed. "You don't care."

"And what if I told you that I do?"

Silence.

"Jesus, Minho, I don't have time for this," Jisung said, about to scratch his arms unconsciously.

But Minho took the boy's hands and placed them on his lap. "I wouldn't touch that if I was you."

Looking down, Jisung saw at least a thousand scratch wounds that were still red.

"Fuck..." he whispered.

"Yeah, that's what I said when I saw it."

"Will you please stop harassing me?"

"I wasn't! I was making sure that you haven't hurt yourself and still, you did."

Han suddenly remembered that Minho now knew about his butterfly box and scars.

Minho noticed that he remembered and sat on Jisung's bed, looking at the roof for a few seconds. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"You don't fucking care," Jisung replied, hostile.

"You don't know that..."

"I do. Can you leave me alone, Minho?"

"I can't. When you're alone you usually hurt yourself, so..."

"Fuck! What do you even care, Lee?!" Jisung exploded, clenching his fists.

"Why do I have to repeat myself? I care about you and I'm telling you right now for the third time," Minho said, staying calm.

"Please just leave me alone...," Han whimpered.

"Only if you let me help you."

"Help me?"

"Help you."

"Jesus Christ, I'd rather be dead! You don't care! I know it, okay? What do you want from me?"

As Jisung was about to bury his face in his hands, Minho took one of them with strength and repeated, slowly. "I. Want. To. Help."

"Help? Right, of course, now you want to 'help' me. Why? Is it because of Hyunjin?"

"What does Hyunjin have to do with anything? No, because I care about you."

"You don't give a fuck," Jisung whispered.

"I do," Minho whispered back.

They looked at each other for a few long seconds until Minho smiled. "So? How are you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"Why?"

"Because I'm talking with you, please leave me alone. You're not helping me, you're making things worse."

Minho sighed and slowly nodded before getting up from the bed.

Somehow, Jisung felt a little bit disappointed even if he asked for it.

That's it?

His roommate sat on his own bed and laid down, taking his phone out.

Jisung laid down as well, sighing.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated.

A message from Minho? We're literally in the same room.

Minho

Minho:
Hello

Are you awake?

How are you feeling?

[sticker]

Sigh.