UNSEEN PAIN. minsung

𝟎𝟔. // can't anymore

"Jisung! We're glad you came. I'm Jeongin, by the way." Jeongin's voice was warm and inviting as he extended his hand towards Jisung. There was a moment of hesitation in Jisung's eyes, but he quickly masked it, knowing it would be rude to ignore the gesture. He grasped Jeongin's hand, feeling its firm but friendly grip.

"Why are you not eating? I can buy you—" Chan, the oldest of the group, began to offer, concern evident in his tone. However, he was abruptly cut off.

"He doesn't deserve shit."

The words came out cold and venomous, making the atmosphere around the table tense. Minho's glare was fixed on Jisung, who, taken aback, could only manage a soft "oh" as his lips parted slightly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Minho?" Felix snapped, his voice filled with anger. "He has done nothing to you and you're—"

Changbin, sensing the rising tension, quickly grabbed Felix's hand and squeezed it gently, trying to calm him down. "Felix, baby, calm down," Changbin murmured reassuringly, casting a warning glance at Minho, who seemed unfazed.

The group's conversation shifted awkwardly to different topics, trying to diffuse the situation. Jisung, however, remained silent, feeling like an intruder in the midst of friends. He wished he could disappear.

"Ha! And remember when Hyunjin—" Felix began, raising his hand to demonstrate something from their past. But Jisung flinched hard, his body recoiling as if expecting a blow. Felix immediately noticed and lowered his hand, his eyes filled with confusion and concern.

"Oh—sorry, did I startle you?" Felix asked gently, putting his hand down on the table and apologizing sincerely.

"No, he just pussied out like the pussy he is," Minho said from across the table, his voice dripping with disdain. He stared directly at Jisung, who lowered his head, feeling the weight of Minho's contempt. "Why the fuck is he even here? I didn't agree to hang out with him. Go cry to your fucking daddy."

"Minho—" Jeongin tried to intervene, but it was too late. The damage was done. Jisung could feel the eyes on him, the judgment, and the pity. Unable to bear it any longer, he pulled his hood over his head and bolted from the cafeteria, heading straight for the male restroom. His heart pounded in his chest, and his vision blurred with unshed tears.

Inside the restroom, Jisung rushed into a stall, desperate for a moment of solitude. But before he could lock the door, a strong hand grabbed it, stopping him. He was yanked out by his collar, his arm painfully hitting the stall door.

"You think you can just fucking run away, shithead?" Minho's voice was low and menacing, his eyes burning with anger. He pinned Jisung against the cold, tiled wall, holding him by the collar with a vice-like grip.

"Uh—W-What...?" Jisung stammered, fear and confusion mingling in his wide eyes.

"You think you can just fucking hang out with us? I better not see your face again with MY friend group. Do you understand me?" Minho's grip tightened, his knuckles white from the force.

Jisung nodded slightly, but Minho wasn't satisfied. "I need words," he hissed.

"I under-rstand..." Jisung managed to choke out, his voice trembling.

"Good boy." Minho released his grip, but not before delivering a rough slap to Jisung's face, leaving a red, stinging mark on his puffy cheek.

Jisung watched through tear-filled eyes as Minho walked out, the door slamming shut behind him. The sound echoed in the empty restroom, and with it, Jisung's composure crumbled. He slid down to the floor, hugging his knees tightly to his chest as sobs wracked his body. He felt utterly alone, consumed by the pain and humiliation.

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, before he heard footsteps rushing towards him. "Jisung, J-Jisung! What happened? Are you okay?" Felix's voice was frantic, filled with concern. He knelt down beside Jisung, but Jisung couldn't bring himself to look up. He just shook his head, unable to stop the tears.

"Leave... m-me alone..." Jisung managed to say between sobs, his voice broken.

"No, Jisung. I'm your friend. I want to help you," Felix insisted, his tone soft but firm. He gently brushed a few strands of hair away from Jisung's face, revealing his tear-streaked cheeks and the angry red mark left by Minho's slap. Felix's eyes widened with alarm as he caressed the bruised cheek tenderly.

Friend? Jisung thought, the word foreign and almost unbelievable to him. He had always preferred solitude, the safety of being alone where no one could hurt him. "I can't hang out with y-you..." he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"What? Of course you can! Why would you say that?" Felix asked, bewildered and hurt by Jisung's words.

"M-Minho..." Jisung's voice was a mere whisper, but Felix understood.

"Jisung, don't worry about him. It's just his personality. He may seem cold and mean at first, but he will slowly get used to you," Felix explained, trying to reassure him. But his words felt hollow to Jisung, who had experienced Minho's cruelty firsthand.

"You don't get it, Felix..." Jisung said, pulling away from Felix's comforting arm. Panic surged through him, and he bolted from the restroom, his feet pounding against the floor as he ran. He didn't stop until he was far away, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he found a quiet corner to hide.

In that moment, Jisung felt a crushing weight of despair. The idea of friendship seemed like a distant dream, overshadowed by the harsh reality of his encounter with Minho. He couldn't fathom returning to the group, knowing that Minho's hatred awaited him. The pain of rejection and the fear of further humiliation kept him isolated, trapped in a cycle of loneliness and sorrow.

a/n

Guys if there's just one or two people reading this , please cheer me on cuz I'm loosing motivatioonnn. Anyway, I'm proud w this chapter !'