butterflies ʚɞ minsung

8

⚠ tw // sh

minho woke up drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily. his mind was in a daze, still absorbing the after-math of the nightmare he'd just had. he sat up, wondering why this sudden nightmare had reached out to him this night. it's been months since i had a nightmare.

i haven't visited my dad's house since months either. oh.

he was shaken out of his trance as he felt his phone vibrate on the bedside table beside him. he sat up, wondering who would be texting him in the dead of the night.

t.hanknowsaurus

t.hanknowsaurus:
hi min
im bored and i cant sleep

leedoolsetnet:
whatre you doing up this early
its like 4 am

t.hanknowsaurus:
i never slept
i was writing lyrics
and then i found out my roomie was
awake too
and now hes forcing me to sleep
also why are YOU up this early

leedoolsetnet:
oh i have a flight soon
you should listen to chan and sleep

t.hanknowsaurus:
u didnt sleep at all?

leedoolsetnet:
i did

t.hanknowsaurus:
how are u

leedoolsetnet:
that was random

t.hanknowsaurus:
im just asking random questions
to keep the convo alive
play along please

leedoolsetnet:
im absolutely amazing

t.hanknowsaurus:
u seem way too happy for someone whos
returning home from vacation

leedoolsetnet:
wait a sec, i need to go and get ready

he got down from the bed, putting on his fluffy cat slippers before grabbing a comfy pair of clothes and entering the bathroom.

he sighed as he began to brush his teeth, not wanting to look in the mirror for too long. he washed his face, reluctantly looking at his reflection to check if his face looked alright. he immediately regretted his decision, as his voices came flooding back to him.

if it weren't for you, she'd still be here.

you think you can ever be good enough after what you did?

you're a curse to this family, just like you were to her.

why couldn't it have been you instead of her?

you're nothing but a waste of space and air.

⚠ // tw

he was numb to the stinging and burning sensation the blade left when it made contact with his skin at this point. the cries he had let out when the blade first touched his skin felt like someone else. he felt like someone else, not completely himself.

there were trickles of blood running down his thighs down to his knees when he began washing the blade. he didn't hide it this time, given that he had to pack it in his luggage anyways.