Night | Minsung

8

He looked down in the toilet, looking at the food he just chewed up and swallowed a few moments ago. His throat burned from the stomach acid, but it brought him a sense of comfort.

When his stomach was empty, it felt like he touched the sky.

Same when he cut himself and he watched the drops of blood pool out of his wrist, or thigh, or torso.

Both of the things were bad. But to him, it didn't matter how he would feel when he was done cutting or throwing up. Only the adrenaline rush right after mattered.

Until the adrenaline stopped and he felt as if he went to heaven and back. Then it mattered because he'd have a terrible anxiety attack where nothing around him registered in his brain and he'd stay silent, and he picked and chewed at the skin around his fingernails.

He flushed the toilet and turned on the tap, lathering soap in his hands then rinsing them off and taking a good look in the mirror. He still saw his 'overweight' self in the mirror, despite the waistband of his pants barely able to hold onto him, using the boys hip bones as a grip.

How was he gonna hide his bloodshot eyes? His teary cheeks? The stench of vomit that surrounded him?

He splashed his face with cold, freezing water and cupped some into his mouth, swirling it around and spitting water and some vomit chunks into the sink.

He looked in the mirror one last time before he walked back out into the living room. Minho wouldn't be able to see the redness in his face because if the lights being dimmed down all of the way.

He sat back down to where he was before, right on Minho's lap.

"Are you alright? You were in there for half an hour?" The older asked.

"I just took a reallyyy big shit, I feel so much better." The smaller answered.

The older knew he was lying. He heard the gags, and coughs, everything. The bile hitting the toilet water. He knew what was really happening with Jisung.

"Are you sure, I-"

"Minho, I'm sure"

"Ok, I'll unpause the movie."

.・✫・゜・。.

The two boys kept watching it until the ending of the movie.

"Okay, we're going to sleep in my room, we'll share the bed." The younger stated as the two entered his room.

Minho held back a smirk as he took off his glasses and put them on his nightstand "Are we going to be in the same blanket?"

"Does it look like I have any more?"

"I can't see, I'm not wearing my glasses." Minho said with a chuckle, pointing at the nightstand.

"Well I don't have anymore, so yes, we are going to share the bed." The younger rolled his eyes.

They got dressed in their pajamas and they got under the covers.

Minho hugged Jisung under comforter. Jisung let out a short gasp, but sunk into the olders embrace.

Jisung shifted into a deep sleep, but Minho was still awake for a little bit longer, watching over the other.

"If only you knew how beautiful you are, then you wouldn't do this to yourself" Minho said with a sigh before kissing Jisung's cheek and drifting off to sleep himself.

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