24 to 25 // minsung

d a y 9

December 9th

So...

I left him asleep in his place...

He will probably be mad at me.

But I understand.

I couldn't help with that fucking burning urge to pusish myself

I will make few more cuts

Only few

I should make them at all, what would Jisung say?

...

What?

Why do I care about him?

I shouldn't

He is nobody to me.

I don't care about him.

Or...

I want to don't care...

I can't help...

I like him a lot

I can't lie

But I can't show it

I need to leave him

As soon as possible

'Minnieee~'

'No. Definitely no.'

'Pleaseee~'

'No Jisung, you already ate seven donuts. I don't stint you food but I think glucose level in your blood is over normal.'

'Last one pleaseee!! Oh, look!! Fruits in chocolate!'

'Han Jisung! No!'

Lee sighed when younger ran to another store with sweets and caught him, lifting him in bridal style, struggling with pain in his cuts.

'My stomach is aching...'

'I wonder why...'

'Can we go home please?'

'Your flat is so far away.'

'What about yours?... Please, I feel I'll throw up...'

Orange-haired boy only nodded, paving his way to his flat. He has mixed feelings. There still was lot of blood stains, lot of packages with different medicaments, lot of razors after his self harm stuff. He was afraid but... Han's health was more important and if he had to vomit it was sure Minho won't let him do it in public.

It took them only few minutes to arrive to older's place. Minho softly helped Jisung to stand on his own legs and opened door, letting him go first. Immediately younger put his shoes down and ran into small hall, finding bathroom, throwing up.

Lee ran after him, fastly checking of there's no a lot of blood stains or razors. Fortunately for him, there wasn't so he sat on the floor next to brunette, holding his bangs.

'I told you to not eat that much sweets?'

Jisung only looked at older with literally glassy eyes, slowly standing up and washing his mouth, right after hiding himself into Minho's arms.

'I'm cold...'

'I'll show you my room, take some hoodie and cover with duvet, I'll bring you water and bowl.'

He shown his room to younger and he went to kitchen, suddenly hearing younger's scream.

'Minho!'

In Lee's created literally thousands of scenarios. He found his rope. He found covered with blood bandaged. He found razors. Minho literally ran to him room, being so confused when he saw Jisung cuddling to small orange ball.

'You fucker. You. Are. So. Freaking. Fucker. You didn't tell me you have cat?? It's worse than cheating!'

All colours started słowny coming back on Minho's face. He absolutely forgot about his cat.

'You scared me... Yes, I have cat. His name is Soonie'

'Aww, now I don't want your hugs. I want him.'

'... Okay. So I'll go to living room?'

'No. What if I'll faint and throw up?? You need to stay. Also my stomach is aching, I heard rubbing stomach is helpful.'

'And what should I do about it??'

'... Come here.'

Minho smiled and lied down next to Jisung and Soonie, starting rubbing Jisung's stomach and softly hiding his face in younger's arm. He felt very comfy and... Warm? He liked it. He liked think that... He can hug someone? He can give his attention to someone? He can wait to see someone, feel their sweet smell and hear their charming voice?

So... He liked jisung more and more?