^October 13th 2024^
A lot can happen in 6 years.
And a lot did.
3Racha eventually disbanded. There wasn't enough variety or promotion.
Minho was fired from his job. I mean he stopped showing up. He stopped replying to any of his friends.
Jisung well. He fell out of contact with the rest of 3Racha.
Minho found him self on a familiar ledge. Looking over the city. 6years since his last attempt.
He's wearing a pink hoodie. One with blood stains on the arm.
Getting closer and closer to the edge. One foot over about to drop.
It's snowing quite lightly. The moons lovely, a perfect day to end it all. To end all his suffering.
He closed his eyes and lent forwards.
Waiting to drop.
Waiting to not feel pain anymore.
Waiting for his life to flash before his eyes.
....
He is pulled back by his waist.
He looks down to see mint green arms wrapped round his waist.
He would recognise that jacket anywhere.
Laughing to himself " so we meet again. Jisung."
Minho lent his head back still sitting in jisungs lap.
"The moons beautiful tonight isn't it?" Minho looked at jisungs reaction.
"It is indeed." Jisung looked back at the boy on his arms.
"Looks like the roles were reversed this time Hyung" jisung stood up and held his hand out.
"How have you been?"
"Shitty." Minho replied taking the youngest hand.
"Same."
The two stood there in silence hand in hand. Their unspoken words surrounding them like they would explode.
Minho took in the younger boys features. His hair a natural colour, slightly longer from when they last met. 6 years ago. Though he doesn't look like he's aged a day.
The same could be said about Minho.
The two stood there studying each others features.
"Hey ji?" Minho said just above a whisper.
"Yes min?"
"Do you want to just. End it all?" Minho looked dead.
"I thought you would never ask."
The two walked hand in hand over the the edge of the building.
"But Hyung there's one more thing I want to do."
Jisung took Minhos moon tattooed writs and joined it with his sun.
Their faces inches apart. Non wanting to widen the gap.
Their faces pressed together into a soft kiss.
Pulling away from eachother. Hand in hand the two step of the edge.
Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. All their worry's flew away as the two men. Fell from the 8th story hand in hand into the river below.
THE END.
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The Red String || Minsung
Fanfiction"A stranger. He is a stranger. Why am I attached to him.." lee Minho thought after meeting a stranger on the roof A short story Warning ⚠️ Drugs Suicide Self harm Sa mentions Abusive ness Alcohol Smoking Foul language LGBTQIA
