Forget Me Not || Minsung

7 (Part 2)

"I asked if you were okay..." Minho's voice went an octave lower but still managed to make it sound astonishing.

"You said no. That's all it took for me to hold you tighter and not let go until you were safe." They both stayed quiet. Jisung was contemplating whether to yell at him or thank him.

The older suddenly stood up and stepped towards the table, a few steps away from Jisung. The bluehead raised his head up, his fingertips nervously pinching at his lips. A habit he does when lost in thought. And Minho knows all about it.

"I'm sorry for overstepping your boundaries. I won't do it again but I hope you understand that..." He stepped closer, placing his hands on both sides of Jisung's chair and leaned in.

"If I see you hurt or in any shape that causes me to worry, I will step in." For some reason his tone sounded like a warning though it wasn't. Right? Jisung felt even more lost.

Minho pulled away, letting the boy breathe and fixed his button-up sleeves. "You can hate me all you want, Jisung, but that doesn't mean I hate you." He walked towards the door, ready to leave but Jisung's reply made him stop.

"What makes you think I'd allow you that?" the younger's voice spit venom. Minho turned back to face him with a questioning look. He parted his lips open but no sound came out.

"What makes you think I'd let you help me? Hmm? You think I trust you?" He let out a ridiculous laugh and immediately stood up from his chair, letting it spin from the force. He leisurely walked closer towards Minho who still seemed to be stuck in place.

"I trusted you once," Jisung hummed in thought. Nodding. "Probably more than I should've."

"Jisung, can we not-"

"CaN We nOt," he mocked his tone and right after sent him a nasty look. "What, in your right mind, makes you think I'd let you get your hands on me again? The same hands you used to push Angela off the balcony?! You're ridiculous, Minho!"

Only a few short steps separated them, the air got thick around them. Too thick to be considered comfortable.

Minho's eyes sharpened way too quickly. As if his mind made a switch. "I didn't do it," he roughly stated, causing Jisung to flinch at the sudden tone. Minho noticed it and calmed himself. "I didn't do it," he said in a much calmer tone.

"Oh, yeah? I saw you, though. You can't lie about that." Jisung stepped backwards when the man in front of him stepped forwards. Jisung's mocking smile faded. He gave Minho a warning look, telling him to stay in place. Luckily, he listened.

For now, at least.

"Jisung," his voice sounded way too deep for Jisung's liking. "I didn't kill her. Even the police confirmed it! Why can't you just see it?" Minho's desperate words were cut short when Jisung stepped closer himself and poked his chest.

"They're liars. We're fucking famous, Minho. Our company would do anything, even bribe the cops, so we could keep our good name. In this case, your good name." His voice was surely poisonous to Minho but he kept going. He was only stating the facts. That shouldn't hurt.

"You think I believe their money thirsty asses? I saw you on the balcony!" He pushed Minho, forcing him to stumble backwards. A pool of tears started gathering in the younger's eyes.

"I saw how Angela fell! I fucking saw how she crashed down on that damned car! But the car's glass shards and hard metal didn't kill her," he breathed in heavily before letting it out. "You did."

Jisung's rage overpowered him and made him lose his current mind. He couldn't think straight. And he surely couldn't feel the swift and rough push he received a second after the words left his lips. Angry Minho coming in his view.

"Do you even hear yourself right now?!" he yelled at Jisung's face, hoping to kick some sense into him.

"Of course, you don't. You never tried hearing me out before so why should you hear yourself now?" He shook his head as if this was all a joke. A cursed fucking play.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Jisung spit back with even more fury. Minho groaned and threw his head back in frustration.

"She was a bad person! And you were too blind to see it, okay?! Chan and Jeongin stayed quiet because they were scared of hurting you but I knew better!"

Jisung laughed out loud in a fake manner. "Oh yeah? You knew better?"

"Yes!" Minho threw his arms in the air. "I knew she would end up hurting you. She was already using her manipulation on you. I told you but you only brushed me off!"

"She wasn't manipulating me. Where did you pull that from? Your ass? Or that empty head of yours?"

"Oh, you don't believe me?" Minho gave him a challenging look. "Tell me this, how many good friends make you choose between your passion and them." Jisung parted his lips only to close them back. Minho lifted his brows at him to show he was waiting.

Jisung cracked his neck and walked back deeper in his room, away from Minho.

"Don't just walk away like that, Jisung! You can't pretend you didn't hear me." Minho tried to walk after him but stopped near Jisung's bed after the younger hit the nightstand's surface with his palm. A warning to keep his distance.

"I can and I will," Jisung replied, shifting on his bed so he could turn his head away more easily.

Minho looked like he was losing his last nerves over this but tried to keep it cool.

"Why are you ignoring the obvious? She put you in a thigh spot. She made you overthink. She made you cry. She made you have a panic attack and a whole damned meltdown! Good friends don't do that!"

"Oh, and good friends go around pushing people to their death?!" he shot back, jumping off the bed. "You want to tell me that you'd rather come here to talk shit about my dead friend and completely leave out the part where you murdered a person? A person that was one of my best friends?" Jisung glared at Minho and no matter how blurry his vision was, he could still make out that one tear that fell from Minho's eyes.

Jisung breathed and focused on the sounds around him. The loudest sound was the urgent knocking on their door. Chan with Jeongin obviously heard them shout and came rushing.

"You disgust me," Jisung spat, what he hoped were the final words of this argument, but no matter his comment, Minho didn't flinch and no more tears fell. Instead, his face turned into a smile? And then a short laugh. Way too short to be considered a laugh but a second one coming afterwards confirmed that Minho was indeed laughing.

"You know what, Jisung?" Minho asked between his laughing fit, brushing a tear away. His reaction was beginning to scare the younger.

"You are so ignorant that it's funny. You're still the same beat-up child I found laying on the streets of Incheon-" Minho received a harsh blow to his face, completely knocking him of balance.

And then the loud commotion from their room made Chan swing the door open and rush inside, Jeongin following right after.

Jisung was about to throw himself at Minho to land another blow but Jeongin held him off, forcefully pulling him away. Chan helped Minho off the ground and helped him walk out of the room.

"I wish you never found me. It's all your fucking fault, Minho! I hate you!" Jisung spat the words in fury-filled shouts, his voice breaking in between. He tried to get out of Jeongin's grip by swinging his weight forward with each sentence.

Jisung heard Jeongin asking him to calm down, pleading even, nearly in tears himself.

The rest was a haze of streaming tears, uncertain if they came from sadness or rage, and over-intensified emotions. All he knew was that he got out of the youngest's hold, with the price of welcoming the floor and the next thing he knew, he was in his car, driving to the only place he felt at peace. An old abandoned pool at the edge of the city. The only place that could stop his current thunderous storm.

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And here's Part 2!
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Until next time~
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