Everyone was enthusiastic from Jisung's efforts.
Even two weeks had passed, and he seemed to only to go for the better.
Minho hadn't seen him drink at all, and Jisung was pretty proud of himself.
Even more when he was drowned in praises.
"Look at you, all healthy and all pretty"
"Good job baby, it's been weeks"
"You're so strong, so good"
Nothing could bring Minho more happiness than to see the boy he loved so happy and so sober.
But he also knew how hard it was for the younger.
He knew what kind of thoughts he was going through. He knew how much his own physical condition had weakened from it.
He had tried to push him to a doctor, to a therapist, to anything remotely close to that.
But for some reasons, Jisung was always avoiding this kind of conversation.
Getting help was still very hard to him, and Minho didn't want to push it.
As long as he's still doing good, he wouldn't dare to put Jisung in a bad state of mind because of it.
And he was enthusiastic.
Until he wasn't.
Jisung
Minho
ji
i've been trying to call you for hours
please
tell me where you are
are you okay ??
- Delivered
He was panicking.
He had no idea what happened, nor what was going on.
He only knew that when he woke up in his bed, Jisung hasn't been answering.
At first, he thought he might be writing.
He thought he had lost himself in his creative little mind again.
But when he drove to his during the afternoon, and knocked over and over again at his house, he got terrified.
Jisung wasn't there.
Jeongin
minho
tell me you have news
please
jeongin
...
what ?
minho
jisung
is he with you ??
jeongin
he isn't
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A Lost Case - Minsung
FanfictionInspired by the movie A Good Person with Florence Pugh :) The last year meant pure chaos for Jisung. Pure chaos in his life, in his mind and with his health. He had gave up, completely, and let himself drown in the turmoil of his own desperation. An...
