[Short chapter]
Jeongin's shaky thumb pressed the 'end' button, cutting off Minho's protests.
His hands shook, vision starting to blur as he felt tears start to well up. He blinked in rapid succession, thinking he would succeed in stopping the onslaught of tears but he was wrong.
The tears just broke through whatever messy mental stability that Jeongin had summoned up to stop them. He felt bad for putting his friends through pain that they didn't deserve, especially from Jeongin.
He felt like a burden. Now that he thought about it, did Minho's protests even sound genuine and sincere? Did he even care? Jeongin got up from his bed and stumbled towards his toilet.
He could resort to quick relief or suffer some more. He felt light-headed and dizzy as his legs pulled him sluggishly towards his destination. His breaths came in short bursts and his legs wanted to give up on him.
When he neared the door, he fell forward and his hand reached for the knob, missing by a short distance and he hit the ground, blacking out.
~ On the street ~
Seungmin blinked consistently, still processing what Minho had been trying to tell him. 'Jeongin was going to what? Why does that...concern me? What does Minho expect me to do? What should I do now? Go to work? Find Jeongin?' His mind was in a frenzy that he didn't know how to tame.
His legs stood rooted to the ground, undecided on what to do. He checked his watch, knowing that if he went to check on Jeongin, he'd definitely be late.
His mind went back and forth between his duty and his friendship priorities.
In the end, he turned and walked, his stride confident.
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Cover me || Seungin
FanficA story about Jeongin with Athazagoraphobia (a fear of getting ignored, replaced or even perceiving that they could've been forgotten and replaced) Most impressive rankings: #1 - Athazagoraphobia #2 - mentionsofselfharm #7 - hanxleeknow
