Don't touch me // Minsung

8. 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵

tw: brutal bullying and fighting

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Minho did not sleep that night. He was fuming with rage, he wanted to get revenge, to destroy them, but it was impossible. The vision he had of killing Juweon still lingered in his mind. How could he have this kind of thoughts? That was not who he was, no, he would never do that, he would never become someone like that. And if he ever did, he would definitely kill himself right after. He just would not be able to live with himself anymore, becoming what he hated most, becoming just like them.

A few soft rays of moonlight entered his room, just barely allowing him to see and treat the wounds on his hands properly. He kept thinking all night, rolling around in bed, alternating between his desire to scream and the crushing weight of his anxious thoughts. What if it kept going? Would he be able to hold himself against the bullies? What about the picture Juweon took? Would he show it to other people? Would they see it too and find him?

And on top of all of this, Jisung was on his mind. What was his problem talking about him to everyone? Now everybody knew where he worked and if he had not said anything, the bullies would have never come. He had forced himself to trust him and he had been disappointed, like always. He would just never learn, right? Never trust anyone. He overthought for hours, unable to take the bullies and Jisung off his mind, before finally dozing off from exhaustion.

Unfortunately, his alarm went off about ten minutes later. But he was used to this inhumane pace, it had been his daily life for a few months now, so he just hopped in the shower and headed to class, putting on the first hoodie laying around he found.

He put on his earphones and hid under the hood of his sweater, something he rarely did but today he wanted to be left alone. Utterly and completely alone. Hands in pockets, he walked to class, avoiding everyone. He just hoped to not see the bullies, and he was glad because it did not happen.

However far away in the hallway, he saw Jisung instead, talking with his friends in front of the classroom. He stopped on his track and quickly found a place to hide from his sight until the bell rang, avoiding him at all costs.

The more time passed, the more Jisung wondered if Minho would come to class today. He had told his friends that Minho opened up and shared personal stuff with him the day before but did not specify precisely what he said. And well, it calmed down their resentment towards the older; Jisung actually wanted to see him again, feeling pretty positive that they could get closer after their conversation yesterday, maybe even become friends, who knows?

The bell rang but the seat next to Jisung remained empty. As he put his stuff on the desk, Minho stormed inside the room and sat next to him, unable to escape the younger anymore. He could not miss class just to avoid Jisung.

"Oh hi!", the younger's face lit up a bit. "I thought you were sick or something".

But Jisung instantly noticed something was off... He had big circles under his eyes, he was pale and his hands could not stop shaking a bit. There was no need to mention his red, bruised and wounded knuckles. What happened again? Did he fight someone?

"Well I'm not", he answered coldly as he put his hood down and took his earphones out. He focused on the class starting, not even glancing once at Jisung, categorically refusing to talk to the younger any more.

"Did you finish your part on the project by the way?", Jisung asked, confused about his behavior. "He must have not slept well tonight", he kept thinking, trying to find excuses for the mistreatment falling upon him.

Minho sighed slightly and took a piece of paper from his bag, putting it on the table in front of Jisung without speaking a word. The younger put the work in his bag, not saying anything back to him. He had to finish the project with Minho but he was a bit scared to talk to him that morning so maybe he was better off completing everything else by himself. Yes, he would talk to him later in the day, when he would be fully awake and kinder to him. Hopefully...