Two Different Worlds// Minsung

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A/N: This is the memory that Jisung has been dreading for a while, poor boy 🥲

TW: sensitive topics, parent death, etc.

Jisung's phone buzzed, a small rectangle of light in his dark room.

He had sat in the shadows for so long, he felt as if he had melted into them.

Everything felt drenched in a layer of frost, but the boy payed no mind to the cold.

He cast it a small, fleeting glance to his bedside table, but still managed to tear his gaze away with a stuttering gasp as he cried.

His eyes were red and streaked with tears of anguish, and of an indescribable pain, his throat closed up and he hiccuped.

Minho had called that evening, he could recall every piercing word.

The conversation repeated over and over again in his head like a recording on loop.

Just to torture him.

"Jisung."

He hasn't called me just 'Jisung' in ages.

He could immediately sense that something was up.

"Yes? Is...there anything wrong?"

"The-they..."

Jisung realized that Minho's voice seemed weak, but burned with a rage so fierce, it almost scared him.

His tone was also slightly slurred, he must of drunk a lot, Jisung felt a pang of worry settle in his bones.

He jumped, Panic momentarily filling him to the brim as a shout reverberated down his ear without warning.

"It was them, THEY WERE THE GANG THAT KILLED THEM! I WAS A JOKE THE WHOLE TIME, THEY NEVER LET ME KNOW UNTIL NOW, AND THEY-"

Minho broke off, sorrow leaking from the cracks in his voice like blood, as if his heart was bleeding itself out in despair.

Jisung was speechless, unable to utter a sound as he listened,

"Jisung,... I loved them, all those years ago, they didn't deserve to die...."

"Your parents never deserved such a terrible thing,Minho, I-"

"WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? HE BETRAYED ME TOO, YESTERDAY, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME...WHY?"

Jisung felt a single, solitary tear roll down his cheek as his chest ached in deep empathy, he knew sadness like this so clearly, he didn't even fathom Minho's words for a long moment.

Minho's pain was his, it was like he could feel whatever the other felt, and he endured it willingly for his boyfriend's sake.

To love someone was to give yourself to them, and hope they accept you, and all your blemishes and imperfections.

"THEY MANIPULATED ME, RECRUITED-recru-ME AS A JOKE, HE EVEN TOLD ME THAT-" The older continued, choking on his words drunkenly.

"Min?W-Who's he?" The younger rasped.

Jisung, finally catching on, felt a stone of fear fall into a tranquil pond, rousing ripples which threatened the start of a storm.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he hoped, begged even, that it was all just a terrible dream.

Minho's voice by his ear sounded again, so close, but so, so far away at once.

He couldn't reach him anymore, Jisung knew, there and then, that Minho had cut their special link long ago, he had been unwilling to see the signs, deliberately remaining blind to them.

"I met HiM In.."

The other let out a hiccup, and the squirrel-like boy heard the clink of a bottle from the other side.

"He was, he was... so great..."

"BUT HE BETRAYED ME, HE LIED HE..."

"Said he loved me."  Minho's misery seemed to seep through the phone, crushing Jisung's heart almost more than his words did.

Almost.

Time had stopped, Jisung slowly fell to his knees as his legs gave up on him and buckled, though he still clung onto a minuscule thread if hope, but it was miles away from preventing him from completing breaking apart.

"A-and did you l-l-love him too?" He scraped the sentence from the depths of his throat, in truth, the boy knew the answer, but he couldn't help but ask.

 Masochistic as it was, it didn't feel like that then, at that point he wouldn't be completely sure until the other would confirm it.

"yes, of course."

*beep...... beep...... beep*

Some say drunken words voice a sober heart.

The truth had etched its cavernous mark by now, there was no turning back.

Minho had first left him for a gang, then left him again.

Isn't  it amazing how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces?

Why does he cry so hard for him? What does he have that I don't?

Sometimes you don't realize how much you care for someone until they stop caring for you.

I once said to you, "you're my one in a million!" And you replied, "You're such a sap, love."

Their voices echoed in his head, before freezing over into ice and shattering.

Perhaps you were mine, but I was never yours?

"Love"

That endearment always warmed his heart, he had never been fond of pet-names, even more so now, as it became a sort of torture.

When someone cheated on you, aren't you supposed to hate them?

But why do I still wish for him back, WHY DO I WANT TO BEG HIM TO COME BACK?

People say that first loves are always the hardest to get over, and Jisung has never thought that  he could ever love another.

But if you do love another, then that would mean you never loved the first anyway.

They had never been so far-so far apart, as if they were suddenly placed in two different worlds- and the gaping universe was stretching between them.

Thoughts spiraled in his head like an endless stairwell, with bloodshot eyes and his pillowcase stained with salty tears, fatigue gradually overtook him as he was swept below the tidal wave.

A/N: Yes,yes, my lovely readers, this chapter was a little short, but the next one will be longer! I promise!

Take care!