Don't touch me // Minsung

10. 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩

tw: violent bullying

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Minho was sitting alone in the school's library, only surrounded by a deafening silence and trapped in his own guilt. He had finished his competition just before Jisung and at first, he thought he would go back to the dorm and then head to work, but Seungmin grew some sense into him. In the most violent way. His heart had sunk deep in his ribcage, leaving a hole that only apologies could mend.

He thought he would look for Jisung at the library, for his daily classes as usual. Even if it had been a few days they had not seen each other for lessons, he still hoped he would come as well, he still hoped for some kind of help from the universe.

But of course, half an hour later, the library remained empty and his guilt grew even bigger. Why would Jisung even come? They had not studied for a few days and they had fought literally the day before. It was a stupid idea and it was actually getting late, he had to leave soon to work. So, he grabbed all the stuff he had previously organized on the table and left the library, still remorseful of not even being able to talk to Jisung. That only meant one thing: he had to apologize tomorrow, and most probably in front of other people. And he hated the idea more than anything.

On his way to work, he passed by the stadium. Memories of the day flashed through his eyes, from beating Juweon to Jisung having a horrible history he did not know anything about. Once again, Jisung had been so strong for him, and to think he could have fought back... How selfish you were Minho... But noises soon interrupted any thought looping in his brain.

They were quite far away at first, seemingly coming from behind the sports hall. They sounded like people arguing but he did not care, he had to go work. Nevertheless, the voices gradually became louder and he did not know why but he had to go take a look, to make sure everything was okay. And the closer he approached, the worst his gut feeling grew. Everything was quiet apart from the sounds of people wrestling, feet scratching on the ground, chuckles and screams tearing the night.

"Let me go!", a voice shouted, making Minho froze instantly.

Jisung...

He did not think twice and ran the fastest he could, following the screams. When he arrived, he saw the bullies push Jisung to the ground, encircling him. The younger hissed as his arm cushioned the weight of his body falling to the ground, rocks scratching his skin. That would surely leave a mark.

He was curled up on the dirty ground, trapped in between fences and the sports hall with nowhere to escape. No, this could not be true.... Minho did not even have any time to realize what was happening that Juweon kicked Jisung with all his strength, unable to hide the grin on his face.

"Shut the fuck up!", he ordered as Jisung held his stomach, his breath stopped by the blow.

By now, Minho had moved in the shadows and was already behind the first bully. He threw him to the ground before pushing the others aside to face Juweon, protecting the younger with his body.

Juweon was stunned, what was he still doing here? The only person he could not beat, and he was standing right there. He was just starting to enjoy himself, recalling old memories with Jisung, feelings of power running high in his blood again. And Minho's presence did not stop his rage, because now he wanted revenge against the one denying him supremacy.

The world seemed to turn around Jisung, dizzy from the fall and the anxiety crawling up in his skin and in his heart, but when he gained a bit of consciousness back, he recognized Minho. The older standing in front of him, protecting him, only confused Jisung even more. He did not know if they were friends, if Minho even cared about him in the first place. But why would he be here if he did not care?