Night | Minsung

10

The two were sat across from each other at the kitchen table. Minho wasn't talking and it was scaring Jisung. What would he say? Will he ever say anything?

The younger eyes started to tear up. The anxiety of what the older was going to say was terrifying, making his leg shake under the table.

"Please say something" Jisung said with a quivering voice. Minho could hear the pain in the youngers words.

Minho took a deep breathe before finally speaking.

"Why aren't you eating?" Minho said, trying not to sound rude.

"I'm too fat." Jisung replied.

"What makes you think that? You're not fat. You were just above underweight before you started starving yourself." Minho questioned.

"Well.... Remember my old boyfriend, Mingyu?" The younger asked.

"Yeah.... What about him?" Minho hated Jisung's old boyfriend.

Other than the fact that Minho loved Jisung, Mingyu always seemed shitty. He would roll his eyes at Minho, give him backhanded comments and would try to take Jisung away from the boys friends.

"He always called me... fat. He told he I shouldn't eat, that I've gained weight. And maybe he was right." Jisung said with a sigh.

"No! He's not right! You're not fat! Plus, he shouldn't even be talking. He's huge! He's gained weight ever since you stopped dating, he's probably 220 pounds, now! He's a "Fatty, fatty 2 by 4, can't fit through the bathroom door." Minho said, trying to lift the boys spirits up. It must've helped, because a dry chuckle came from his throat.

Jisung was tapping the table with his finger as if he was still anxious.

"Jisung, are you okay?" Minho questioned.

Jisung reached to the back pocket, pulling out his phone and opening the messaging app. He scrolled down to Mingyu's contact and the opened it before giving Minho the phone.

Minho read through them, his face starting the burn with anger at the messages. There was body shaming, death threats, Mingyu telling Jisung to cut more, and even worse.

"What the fuck is wrong with this guy!" Minho yelled.

"Hyung.... Calm down. We can't do anything about it. I've told the school and they just didn't do anything to stop it." Jisung said.

"The last message was sent yesterday! You broke up with him 7 months ago, why can't he just stop?" Minho said, his voice filled with anger.

"I swear, I'm gonna beat his ass!" Minho said with a shivering voice.

"No no no no no, it'll make things worse." Jisung reasoned with him.

"Ok.. Fine.." Minho said.

Jisung took his phone from Minho and turned it off, setting it beside him. And his plate. He was going to have to eat now that Minho knew. He couldn't disappoint Minho.

He picked the fork up with a shaky hand, shoveling small portions of food into his mouth one at a time while drinking his Kool aid until it was all gone.

The younger sighed and covered his face with his hands, disappointed in himself.

Minho sat up and tucked his chair in, picking up both of the boys eating utensils and plates and rinsing them off before putting them in the dish washer.

When Minho came back, he put his hand on the youngers shoulder and gestured for the boy to get up.

Jisung did as Minho said and he was escorted to the bedroom.

"Good job, ji. Good job."

They cuddled up on the bed, Jisung snuggling his face into the olders chest. Minho waited until Jisung fell asleep to text Chan.

Minho

We're beating Mingyu's ass. I'll tell you Monday. But we can't let Jisung know what we're going to do.

A/N
This is not targetted towards Mingyu from seventeen, I just couldn't think of any names.