Just one chance| minchan

001

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" 3 days alone."

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It had been a couple days since minho had walked into that bookstore. Since he had witnessed probably the most shocking and upsetting thing he's ever seen.

It was another bright, sunny day. But it felt a lot different now.

Minho was laying in his messy, unmade bed, just as he had been yesterday and the day before. His arms were wrapped around one of his pillows, his TV playing quietly in front of him as he stared at the right side wall of his bedroom, sniffling every few minutes.

Minho thought that maybe his favorite anime could have taken his mind off of his boyfriend. Until he remembered.. it was jisungs favorite anime too..

He turned the volume down and the tears started to flow again. So here he was.

To minho, this was the worst feeling he had ever felt. Worse than any injury or insult from the past, worse than any of his school troubles, or even when he came out. He felt somehow more rejected now, then when his father had kicked him out. He felt like his soul-mate had betrayed him. Jisung was so natural to his life before all this.

But now what?

They're over?

Minho sniffled again, sitting up for a moment to reach for a tissue on his nightstand. Then He pulled up his blanket, covering his head with the heavy, fluffy cloth.

"I wanna die.." he mumbled to himself, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

"Knock* knock* knock*

Ugh..

The depressed boy turned on his side, he hadn't talked to anyone for days now. And he didn't think about breaking the streak for even a second.

"Go away.." he grumbled.

"Click*"

Minho's eyes opened, his brows furrowing. "What the hell." He said annoyed, confused as he heard the front door open.

"Minho!!" A familiar voice rang out. The short freckled blonde making his way into the house. "Min! Your door was unlocked, are you here?" He yelled.

Minho groaned but reluctantly got out of bed, speed walking down the hall to see Felix in the living room.

"Ugh, hi lix..." he greeted the other, feeling suddenly more embarrassed than annoyed; as Felix was all dress up, while he looked like a damn homeless man. The younger was wearing a denim jacket and blue jeans, his long blonde hair spiking back from the headband he wore. His facial expression became even more concerned as he saw his friend, noticing his red eyes and messy hair.

"Where the hell have you been?" Felix asked, walking over to him. "I've been calling for three days! I even tried to call jisung. but he didn't answer either." The younger huffed.

"Um-"

"I would have been over sooner, but as you know- if you remembered." He noted "My brothers here for Christmas break, so I've been a bit busy with him." He shrugged.