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Not again [Mephone x OJ]

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CW:
-Mentions of blood, bandages, and blades
-Implications of $H & triggering topics in general

If you are not comfortable with the above, do not read this chapter. Please take a break from reading if you need to; I am not forcing you to read this.


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It was a seemingly normal and quiet night.

Everyone had already left the dinner table, running off to go do whatever, which left OJ to clean up the kitchen in the meantime. OJ tidied up the counters absent-mindedly as the sound of running water filled the background.

He couldn't help but feel something nagging at him, telling him that something bad was gonna happen. Maybe it was because of Mephone's dead silence at the dinner table. Maybe it was because he noticed the bandages on his arms. Yet, he still didn't know why. Yeah, maybe he acted a little more withdrawn and quiet than usual, but that's just how he normally is. Isn't it? He had no reason to worry and he didn't want to overthink it too much; he had enough of going through that bullshit.

He shut off the faucet, stretching his already sore arms for just a moment. Finally, now he could just try to relax and go to sleep. As he eventually made his way back to the shared bedroom, he peeked into the room to see if Mephone was already there. To his surprise, he was nowhere to be seen inside...maybe he was downstairs?

He entered the bedroom, shutting the door behind him as he made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up and get ready to go to bed. The bathroom light was somehow still on, but he paid no attention to it as he walked inside.

But what he saw made his body freeze for a moment.

There was a first-aid kit on the sink along with a sharp, metal blade right beside it, seeming like it had been used but forgotten to be put back. The view that made OJ want to throw up on the spot was the sight of faint blood stains on the bowl of the sink. It brought so many unwanted memories to OJ's head as he took a step back from the scene, his eyes widened.

Oh god, no no no– This wasn't Mephone's doing, right? He said he'd stop. He said he stopped doing this. It couldn't have b–

He instinctively shut off the bathroom light, backing away from the door. He gently closed the door as the pit in his stomach grew bigger. It's fine. It's not that late, he can get ready for bed later. He can talk with him later. Not now. He couldn't.

He walked to the exit of the room, glancing back at the room itself. He suddenly didn't feel tired anymore. He didn't feel like being in the bedroom anymore. He knew he would get even more nauseous if he did. He left the room, making sure to avoid anyone in his sight.





Tick.


Tock.






After a few hours, OJ finished up cleaning whatever he could downstairs. The only reason he did so was because of...that, and because he knew he would be too tired to do it tomorrow anyway. He went back upstairs, heading back to his own room again. He was exhausted, but he still needed to deal with that problem. What great luck he had!

He opened the door, sighing as he shut it behind him. This time, Mephone was in the room already. He was laying down on the bed, seeming like he was all cleaned up and ready for bed. He could still feel the very obvious tension in the room, though. He walked closer to the bed, joining Mephone in bed.

"Hey hun?" He called out to him, looking at the other. He was halfway wrapped up in a blanket, facing away from OJ.

"...Mhm?" Mephone mumbled, seeming too tired to let out a proper agreement. "Can we talk?"

Mephone's body suddenly tensed up. He slowly turned his head to look at OJ, a slightly anxious look on his face. "What did you want to talk about?" He knew he was gonna have this conversation. He knew it. Shit, he forgot to clean it up, didn't he?

"I...saw wh–"

"You saw it." He bluntly replied. He already knew too well, he didn't have to guess. "...I did."

It was more of a fact than a confirmation. He didn't need confirmation. Not anymore.

Mephone's shoulders stiffened as his hands slowly clenched into the sheets under him, hearing an irritating high-pitched buzzing in his ear. A silence filled the room as OJ processed the signs from Mephone. He should've stopped. This wouldn't have happened if he stopped. He lied. He was a liar.

"I'm sorry." Mephone mumbles, shuffling in place uncomfortably. "I'm...I'm really fucking sorry–"

Liar.

He could feel the tears threatening to pour out of his eyes, his vision blurring. His hand was caressing his own bandaged arm, still feeling the sting from last night. His eyes kept flicking to that specific spot.

You're a liar.

He didn't mean to. Right? He didn't want to do that. He couldn't control himself, he coul–

Next thing he knew, he was full on sobbing. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't. He could feel OJ's arms tightly wrapped around his body, whispering words into his head. He couldn't hear anything though. It was all muffled, and his vision was blurred even more. Great. Just what he needed.



He passes out.








Mephone jolts awake at the sound of an alarm ringing, groaning as he tries to gain his own senses. What happened?

The ringing sound stopped as OJ turned it off, sheepishly looking at Mephone. "Sorry– I must've forgotten to shut it off." He awkwardly stares at Mephone as he suddenly realizes what he actually wanted to talk about, speaking up again. "Ah– Do you feel better now?"

Oh. That's what happened. Mephone hesitated before replying back. "Not really. My body's sore." The exhausted look on his face spoke for itself. OJ's worry only grew as he continued talking, squeezing Mephone's body a litte. The look on OJ's face made Mephone question everything. He looked scared. Not mad, upset, scared.

"You're...not mad?"

"No, of course not. Just– don't do that again. You scared the shit out of me..." He let out a nervous laugh, his voice still having an edge of actual worry for his partner. He absolutely hated when Mephone was so...reckless sometimes, but that's just something he loved about him too. It also worried him. Knowing that he didn't think his health mattered at all.

Mephone stays quiet, not having the energy to start another conversation. Last night already wore him out, he didn't need to waste more energy. He just settled down in bed, already falling back asleep.



"...Thanks."




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Word count:

...Wow, I am finishing these requests in lightning speed– [or at least what I consider lightning speed]

I hope y'all are crying me a river after reading this. Because this took me a lot of horrible flashbacks to write. ///hhjj