pretty boy

fifteen

not proofread.

tick ... tock

tick ... tock

jisung felt sick; his hands were clammy and his body hot and sweating buckets.

he was sat on his bed, knees pressed up against his chest, nibbling on his left thumb-nail. he had been told many times by his hyung's to stop the biting habit of his. whether it was his lip, nails or fingers, they didn't care. they just wanted the boy to stop as they said, and i quote, "you are going to eat away your own skin".

yet he felt he couldn't stop it.

in a way, it calmed him. it helped him distract himself with something so that he doesn't start panicking. like times like this.

he doesn't even know why he started feeling like this in the first place. his mind was cloudy and breathing ragged.

oh, right. minho.

his phone lay face-up on jisung's red duvet covers, their recent text conversation coming into view. minho's last message had jisung's mind in a spiral.

was he actually going to visit? was he just joking? is he just teasing? what if he gets caught? will i get into trouble? will he hate me if i tell him to leave? what if he sees me like this!!

jisung then panicked further and stood up, picking up his phone and hurrying to the bathroom. changbin gave him a confused look as he munched on, what seemed to be, a breakfast bar of some sort. probably something to do with this 'workout diet' of his.

jisung made it to the shared bathroom instantly and locked the door, placing his phone on the sink, next to the soap, as he stared at himself in the mirror.

his cheeks were rosy, his skin its natural honey-toned colour due to the fact he had no makeup on. he hadn't worn makeup for a few days, actually, due to his need to stay in the house and not to go out.

he turned the tap on, making sure it was on the coldest setting and cupped his hands like a bowl, then filling with water. he then splashed it on his face, some of the cold water dripping down his neck. he rubbed his palms up and down his face for a few moments before then looking up with squinted eyes. he grabbed the towel hanging on the wall, next to the sink, and patted his face dry.

jisung looked up to see his face a little paler than before, due to the cold water, and his cheeks weren't as rosy. he then put the towel back and let out a sigh, his phone buzzing as soon as he picked it up.

the screen automatically lit up and jisung scanned over the message he just received, causing him to gasp and drop his phone out of his hand. he then realised what he did and cursed himself out, picking the device back up while checking for marks or scratches.

once seeing there was none, jisung read over the message a few more times to make sure he had read it properly.

minho🐈🐈‍⬛
> i'm in the living room
> changbin told me you were in the bathroom so i'm waiting
> come out when you're ready baby;)

jisung whined and flapped his hands around for awhile, trying to think of an easy escape route.

he could climb out of his window, but he was at least 5+ stories up and would probably survive that drop but end up with a few broken bones and scrapes here-and-there.

he then stopped and sucked in a breath, calming himself down the best he could before leaving the bathroom and hurrying downstairs.

he made it to the living room and saw minho conversing with chan, changbin no where to be seen. he's probably in his room- or in the gaming room. that's where he usually is.

"oh, jisungie!" minho spoke up, causing chan to turn himself around.

the male smirked and rushed over to jisung, wiggling his eyebrows, which lead to him laughing at jisung's pout whilst walking off to the kitchen.

jisung slowly walked over to minho sat on the sofa, who was smiling up at him without a care in the world.

minho then stood up once he saw jisung not moving or sitting down next to him and he snickered, ruffling the smaller boys hair.

"took you awhile, sweetheart."

jisung gulped. why was he so nervous? he was literally with minho last week and it all went fine.....nearly. "s-sorry.." he mumbled.

"ah, ah," minho quickly voiced and held a finger to jisung's lips. "didn't i say no s word?"

jisung giggled at the gesture and use of words, shaking his head with a playful sigh afterwards. minho just started at the boy with such love in his eyes it was almost impossible.

"minho?" jisung questioned, causing minho to snap out of his thoughts.

"huh?"

"i asked you something..." jisung squinted his eyes, as if trying to read the other boy. his expressions were hard to tell what he was thinking.

"oh, s-"

jisung gasped which quickly cut minho off, who frowned, concerned.

"what?"

"were you just about to say the s-word?" jisung asked in an exaggerated and almost mocking tone.

minho scoffed and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes, "no."

"sure..." jisung slowly nodded with his eyes still squinted, shaped like crescent-moons.

it was like that for a few moments before minho decided to break the silence. "what were you going to ask me?"

"oh, yeah! why did you come here?" jisung remembered.

minho sighed, "isn't it obvious?"

"wha-"

"-i'm worried and concerned for you, jisung. you haven't really been in touch lately and although i do get it's not mainly your fault, i care about you a lot and i wish you would just tell me when you're hurting or upset," minho explained quickly all in one breath.

"wh-what?"

"what? was i not clear enough? would you like me to repeat?-"

"no! no!" jisung shook his head rapidly. "i-i just didn't think you were that serious..." the boy looked down at but on his bottom lip harshly.

minho noticed and frowned. he lifted his hand up to jisung's chin, placing his thumb on his bottom lip as he gently tugged it out of his front teeth's grasp.

"i care about you. so much, jisung. i just wished you'd understand that."

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a/n; i'm sorry for not updating for a wee while - so much has happened to me lately omg 😭😭 i lowkey feel like y/n and not in a good way....