8 Idiots {Minchan}

TWENTY FIVE

Hyunjin pov

It's been ten minutes since I've stood here banging on Jeongin's door. Bold of him to assume I wouldn't break it down but the neighbors have given me several warnings about calming down. I was not going to calm the fuck down, not when that asshole was hiding.

"Yang Jeongin!" I yell hitting the door harder, a thud echoing in the hallway. "You better open the fu—"

I was cut off midway when the door opened, a creak bouncing in the air.

"I told you to get lost." His hair was a mess. The glasses on his nose bridge hid the bleached-like eyebags that were dragging under his eyes.

"Yangie—"

"I'm tired, please leave." He said. A croak in his voice, he cried. The puffy red eyes and swollen lips. It was as clear as day, but Jeongin wasn't the only one suffering.

"No." I say stubbornly entering his apartment without permission. It was a mess, bottles everywhere lying on the table or the ground. A glass only half completed.

"How much have you had to drink?" I ask, seeing the destruction of his apartment— messy papers, coats, socks. They were everywhere.

"Take a guess." He muttered falling onto the couch and grabbing the unfinished glass.

"No more," I took it away from him. "You're a surgeon, shouldn't you be more cautious?" I ask. I've never seen Jeongin more destructive than today, their earlier argument must have been quite deep.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" His voice broke into a sib, a soreness breaking through.

"Because—"

"Leave me alone!" He yelled. "Just leave," He cried. "Please." His shattered. The sorrow was coherent in his tone. Involuntarily, he started crying— the cries of pain ringing through the room.

It broke me to see how both of them were suffering, I couldn't do much help other than help them mentally. Their relationship is all up to them to fix, and I hope they do.

"Innie," I mumble softly, wrapping my hands around the younger one. "It'll be okay."

"I-it's my fault," He cried, his arms hugging my torso and wet streams of tears absorbing into my shirt. "I-I should've been a better boyfriend— he suffered s-so much." Hiccups interrupted his speech as tears kept rolling out of his eyes like a melted crystal.

"I won't lie, it is partially your fault," I pat his back letting him cry. "But Jisung didn't confront you about it, you guys need better—"

"Communication? I know." He mumbled sniffling but wiped the extra tears away. "I can't face him—"

"You can."

"No," He said glaring at me. "I appreciate you coming here, but if I stay by Jisung Hyung's side any longer, It'll only hurt him." He sighed, his fingers running through his hair pushing the pale blond locks back.

"You guys just have to talk—"

"I can't hyung," He stopped me. "I can't. . ." He muttered looking away.

"You're hiding something. . ." My voice gradually descended upon the realization. It all made sense, the many nights he never came home, the busy days he'd work over.

"I didn't get to tell Jisung Hyung yet." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I have a headache, please leave—"

"What are you hiding, Yang Jeongin?" My voice lost the sympathy and sternness laced within it.

"I-i."

"Yang Jeongin, if you dare to cheat—"

"I never cheated." He cut me off with a glare, it flared with anger. "I would never cheat, especially on Jisung Hyung." He grabbed my collar. "Never."

"Then what the fuck are you hiding?"

"I'm being transferred." His hands withdrew from my shirt with a long sigh.

"What?" I sound confused.

"They're moving my location to the States, I'm going to America Hyung." He sighed ruffling his hair stressed.

"You can't."

"I am, it's been decided." He looked away, starting to clean up the glass bottles that lay on the floor.

"Why? Why are you leaving us? Why are you leaving Jisung?"

"You think it's my fucking decision?" He yelled at me. It was the first time I heard his voice get so loud. He was usually quiet and tamed with a few small outbursts. But this was so far off.

"Then who's was it?" I returned the same deathly voice.

"My parent's damn it." He threw the bottle in his hands to the ground, the glass shattering on the floor surrounding his feet. The clinking sounds of the transparent glass on the ground.

"Jeongin—"

"Get out." His voice lowered, and a dark glare targeted towards me.

"You have to tell Jising," I finished.

"He hates me, now I can leave without—"

"He doesn't hate you, you saw that video," I tell him— he's denying the plain truth that stood in front of him. I'm sure the guilt in his heart was eating him alive, destroying him.

He didn't respond, standing silently in the middle of the shattered glass mess.

"He loves you."

"He shouldn't anymore." He looked at me. It was as if his eyes were pleading for me to leave.

"When are you going to tell everyone?" I ask, everything is a mess.

"My flight is on Friday morning."

"You asshole, that's the day after tomorrow!" I glared at him.

"Well, you can tell everyone, I don't care. Just leave me the fuck alone." He spat. He crouched down picking up the glass pieces but it seemed he was hurting himself more than he was cleaning up. Holding the edge pieces deep into his palm, a fist in his hand.

"Are you crazy?" I yell opening his hand and seeing blood trickling out of a deep cut. "And you're a surgeon, for what?"

"Leave it," His voice sounded tired, so he removed his hand from mine and continued to pick up the glass.

"Sit on the couch, I'll clean."

He complied, he was fully aware of how mentally insane he was. I quickly picked up the glass on the ground making sure I didn't hurt myself. This was more messy than I thought it was.

I went to the trash can, threw out the glass, and took my phone out. This was serious and I had to tell Changbin and Chan Hyung.

Daddybang and the rest. . .

Weasel_prince
It's hella messy

Daddybang
What happened?

Weasel_prince
Can't say on gc
But he's a mess

Daddybang
Should I cm over?

Weasel_prince
He'd only get more mad
I'll take care of it

Buffbin
Gl

—----

I dmed Chan Hyung and Changbin Hyung privately, they had to know, and telling it openly on the GC might not have been the best way.

"Jeongin?" I call but I see him sleeping on the couch with his injured hand hanging off, blood oozing out.

"This dumbass." I sigh, going to find the medical kit.

I hope it goes well.