Stray kids BXB

15. Spidersung / minsung

Warnings : blood/injury, hurt/comfort, implied/referenced violence

Summary : jisung gets hurt and turns to the one person he can trust with his secret

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He could make it.

Just another block away.

His blood trickled the pavement, leading a faint trail that would wash away with the pouring rain.

His hair was soaked, red and blue suit stuck to his body with sweat, blood, and water, padded feet squelching against each puddle.

How he made it this far? Well he wasn't entirely sure. How did he get into this situation? Well..... it's a long story.

The crashing rain didn't stop for a second, but time seemed to instead. His bleary eyes finally catching sight of the one familiar house on this street.

With a pained sob of relief jisung sluggishly moved to the front door, a hand pressed firmly to his wound, the other grounding himself against the door with his torn discarded mask pressed in between.

He didn't have time to overthink his actions, he made the decision to drag himself all the way here at this late hour, he sure wasn't planning on turning around now, not when his life depended on it.

He felt the adrenaline fade away, it became harder to breath and focus by the second, the world and rain turning into a dizzying blur around him.

With a deep breath in jisung quickly pulled his hand away from the wall and knocked on the door with as much force as his tired body would allow. Just that small action had his legs shaking, now leaning his entire body against the wall with a prayer it was enough.

About a minute had gone by, just as the black dots filled the corners of his eyes the subtle sound of padding footsteps approached the door.

Jisung hadn't even heard it, couldn't even register the front door opening with the amount of fogginess flooding his senses.

Not until an all too familiar voice reached his ears, a voice he had both been longing and dreading to hear all night.

"J-jisung?"

Jisung wasn't sure if it was the voice or the weakness in his body that had him crashing down, a gentle yet firm set of hands catching him in a second.

"I-I'm sorry min.... I didn't know where else to go...."

Minho felt his body grow heavier by the almost dead weight, adjusting his arms subconsciously to hold him tighter.

"It's alright, I got you, let's um... let's get you inside"

The rest was a complete blur, one second he was bleeding out near unconscious on the porch, the next he was moved to lay on a couch.

"Just stay here, let me grab some things"

He couldn't move if he wanted to, a hazy look in his half lidded eyes, head lolling to the side pathetically to watch the other disappear down the hall.

Th fight from earlier had taken a lot out of him, he was overpowered and outnumbered. Three large scratches cut into his side, he didn't have a chance to look at himself, nor could he comprehend what other injuries he had taken with the overwhelming pain.