Don't touch me // Minsung

27. 𝘎𝘰𝘯𝘦

tw: knives, blood

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A few days passed after their fight, and if the rain eventually stopped, the suffering both Minho and Jisung had put the other through still persisted.

Jisung had not contacted the older nor had forced to see him. He let Minho alone, probably going to work or dance on his own as usual, not looking for him on campus, not looking for him at his dorm. With each day passing, he still wrote down notes in class and kept them in his backpack, in case Minho would ever come back to school one day. If he needed to catch up, Jisung would be here, ready to help the older back on his feet. Just because he stayed away from Minho did not mean he did not think about him. Minho was unfortunately the only thing on his mind.

Of course, the older's words had hurt him, it did not matter if Jisung thought he deserved them or not, Minho's words had cut way deeper than blades. He had spent the past few days crying, locking himself up in his room whenever he had no classes, continuously losing battles against his own confused mind.

He sometimes thought he was doing better but then he would crumble in the middle of the cafeteria, sobbing uncontrollably in the middle of their lunch break, rushing to the bathroom to hide from everyone's stares. His friends had tried to understand but he would not reveal anything as to why he spent his days crying. So, they just supported him and brought him comfort whenever he needed it, hoping his pain would go away soon. They could not do anything else, unfortunately.

Jisung was stuck in some vicious circle, alternating between crying his eyes out and overthinking all the time. No matter how much Minho had pushed him away and told Jisung he hated him, he knew there was something else, that he was not only rejecting him out of spite or because the younger had told Minho he did not love him. No, Jisung would never forget that night and how Minho kept scrutinizing his surroundings all the time, how he urged the younger to leave him and go home. Home... He did not tell him to go away but to go home, and that stuck in Jisung's heart.

That just proved he still cared about him, that he wanted to protect him. Or, well, to Jisung it proved something anyways. You cannot forget and cut off someone you love in just two days, right? No, there had to be something else lurking in the shadows, and he just hoped it was not the gang. Well, Minho had told him it was over so it could not be them, right...

Maybe he just did not want people to see them together? Maybe, just maybe, he was scared of the creepy dark alley where they talked... Ah, none of this made sense. His mind filled up and soon saturated with more and more absurd theories as each day passed. And well, he was not surprised when Minho did not show up for the test on Friday, and he kept growing more and more worried every day.

"Why is he not here?" He asked as he met his friends after the test, unable to hide the tremor in his voice anymore. "Why is he not coming to school anymore? It's not my fault, right? He wouldn't stop studying because of me..."

But his friends did not know more than him. Yes, it was weird that Minho had stopped coming to school and refused contact with anyone, acting as if the younger did not even exist, but at the same time, they could understand that he did not want to see Jisung anymore. Coming to class meant seeing the one who broke his heart. It was completely understandable and they could not fully grasp why Jisung was so troubled, why he did not seem to consider that Minho simply did not want to see him.

None of the friends really knew what to make of it. Jisung was just completely lost, deciphering whatever words or actions Minho ever did, trying to find explanations for whatever the hell was happening in his head. He sighed, tears welling up in his eyes one more time today, and it hurt Seungmin to see him like that. Again...