𝒯𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂 | ᴹᶦⁿˢᵘⁿᵍ ᴼⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ ʚ♡ɞ

did you get enough love, my little dove?

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 - 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲

As Jisung sat in his room with sad eyes filled with tears, he felt defeated. He felt as if the universe had something against him and that he couldn't be happy. The moment something good happened, something bad always followed. Either it was embarrassment, melancholy.

He felt a hot tear roll down his cheek, and he let out a sob but quickly put his hand over his mouth - out of fear and habit. He felt so utterly tired, tired of waking up only for the same cycle to repeat over and over again.

Wake up, bath, ignore the hunger that setlles in his stomach, relapse, throw up, pass out, cry, and go to bed with a heavy heart.

Everyday, the weight that sat on his chest like a weight, got heavier and heavier. Though he never showed it - he always hid it. Afraid of burdening someone if he spoke about his true feelings.

Tears flowed from his eyes and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't stop them. Even if he tried to, they would just pour and pour like a working fountain that sat broken, in your local park.

More and more sobs erupted from his throat and he tried so badly to keep them quite, so he doesn't wake his roommate, who knew what he would do to him. He could do worse than his parents did, god, even thinking of it made his stomach knot in fear.

He heard his door open and immediately froze in fear, wow the only thing he didn't want to happen - happened.

"Are you okay, love?" Jisung heard a tired voice ask, he wanted to answer but the only thing that left his throat is a loud sob. Minho rushed towards the younger with worry written all over his face. Without a second thought, he scooped the younger in his arms, holding him close.

"What happened, darling?" Hearing the genuineness laced in the orders voice, Jisung felt even more sad and he didn't know why.

"It's okay baby, I'm right here for you."

He let it all out, drying his eyes, he cried so hard his head was pounding and it hurt, everywhere hurt badly. But Jisung felt as if as long as Minho held him close he would be okay. Everything would be okay with Minho by his side.

"It's okay baby, it'll all be okay."