Will You Catch Me When I Fall? || Minsung

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Sorry for the slightly long break-

Guys I know there's a few of you reading this but y'all are silent 🧍 

Like nothing. No sound at all. Maybe except for like one of you.

Say anything atp, i dont care what it is bc it feels kinda lonely sometimes 🤧 literally like you could spam the comments with 'marry me jay why papi 😻✨' and id thank you

Soo, hi? -->

TW: S3lf H@rm, Violence/Abuse :((

Minho sat crouched with his back against the counter in his bathroom. The only sound you could hear was his heavy breathing, and the occasional drip. He leaned his head back until it hit a hard surface before closing his eyes. It hurt everywhere, and apart from the cuts on his forearm, it was more of a mental pain.

He looked at the blade sitting in a pool of his own blood, thinking about picking it up again but held himself back.

As much as I want some pain right now, I don't want to die just yet.

He picked himself up onto his feet, staring at the bloody mess he had created on the bathroom floor. Guilt started seeping slowly through his skin.

I was clean for so long... for nothing?

His head started pounding so he grabbed a few bandages and some ointment before falling on his bed, not even bothering to clean the floor.

He was mad, mad at himself for relapsing, mad that he wasn't like every other student at his school, mad that he wasn't human and everyone else was.

Normal.

Not born crooked or having loose screws.

Or at least that was how he saw himself.

He cleaned and bandaged the wounds half-heartedly before putting the first-aid kit back in his bathroom. He sighed, looking down at the already drying blood. Might as well clean it up.

As he was wringing out the last towel he used to wipe up the mess, a slamming door almost made him jump.

"Lee Minho, come here at this instant!"

All the blood rushed into his head, making him nauseous for a moment. Hanging the towel on a rack, he took a deep breath before cautiously making his way down the stairs.

His father's back was facing him, but Minho could already sense he was about to be punished. He wasn't sure what for, but whatever it was his father would find a reason to do it anyway.

"Yes, sir?"

He couldn't bring himself to call the ugly brute of a man his dad, he'd rather die before doing so at this point. Each day just made them more resentful of each other.