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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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"Hyung, my best friends want to come over today, do you have a problem with that?"
Jisung asked Minho who glanced at him, confused "Why are you asking me? This is your house" he simply said and watched as Jisung rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly "Well, yeah but you live here too so I don't want you to be uncomfortable. They're people you don't know"
Minho shrugged, not really caring "It's your house, Jisung do whatever you want. I can always just stay in your room. Plus I won't be staying here for too long"
He didn't want to admit it but that kinda hurt Jisung actually. He knew Minho was going to go back to his own house, knowing he'll be alone all the time since he barely went out before. He didn't like that but he also couldn't do anything about it.
He couldn't control Minho's life.
But he was scared of what Minho would do once he's completely alone again. Something similar like the last time? No, Jisung didn't want to think about it.
"Han!"
Minho's voice brought him out of his thoughts "You spaced out. Can you leave now please? I wanna be alone" he said and the other nodded his head "Yeah, okay. Got it" he quickly said, feeling a bit embarrassed and exited the room.
Minho watched the other leaving but he didn't really pay attention and layed back down. He wanted to sleep but he didn't feel tired.
He did actually but not the type of tiredness people feel and only get better when they sleep. No, not in that way. He was tired of having to live. He was somewhat okay when they were eating earlier with Jisung but now that he was left alone with just his thoughts he couldn't help it.
He had to try again. He wanted to try again.
Tears welled up in his eyes, not knowing what to do. He didn't want to traumatize Jisung and he definitely did not want to do it in his house either. The younger was kind enough to let him stay even with his attitude, he still was friendly towards him.
He tried to hold it but his cheeks were already wet from the tears rolling down. He wiped his cheeks with his palm, trying to stop himself somehow but he couldn't. He sniffled and opened his mouth to breath but instantly regretted it after he let out a crying sound.
He wasn't allowed to cry and now he does it loudly too? He hated himself for that.
Turning over to lay on his stomach, he buried his face into a pillow and decided to just let it out. It was already too late to hold it.
He wished he wasn't that loud since he didn't want Jisung to hear him but he wasn't very lucky. He didn't hear the door open but he felt someone sitting on the edge of the bed beside him.
The last thing Minho wanted was Jisung to see him in that state he was currently in. He felt the younger's hand rubbing his back gently, in a comforting way "It's okay, Minho hyung.." he spoke softly and that made Minho want to cry even more.
Jisung's heart was breaking with each sobbing sound Minho made. Honestly he found the boy so strong after what he'd been through. And he was glad to see him crying; being human. At least he was expressing how he felt.
Jisung really wanted to give him a hug but he was not sure if Minho was comfortable with skinship and with his injured arms it would probably hurt.
But he definitely did not expect Minho to be the one moving closer to him. He saw the older slowly and weakly shifting his position so he was leaning his head on Jisung's chest while his arms were rested on his lap.
The younger wrapped his own arms around Minho's body protectively, bringing the boy closer to his warm body "You can cry hyung, it's okay" he frowned as Minho's cries didn't seem to stop anytime soon.
He moved to the center of the bed, carefully pulling the older with him. He rested his back against the headboard and Minho was now laying between his legs while his head was on the crook of his neck.
Jisung's neck was getting wet from Minho's tears but he didn't mind at all. It would be selfish of him to say he liked that the crying boy came to him for comfort. He gained his trust.
But at what cost?
Han brought one of his hands up to run it through the red head's hair softly as he whispered, "I'm here"
