sanctuary \\ minsung

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Jisung slowly lugged himself around the house, opening up doors and windows to air out the groggy, humid house. After Chan had left, he realised just how stuffy the house was, it seemed to have a stale smell inside of there and decided to air out the place before he would clean. He let out a loud frustrated huff as he began cleaning the house from any rubbish or dirt that was there, knowing full well he had only just cleaned this place a few days ago and it was dirty again.

What Chan had been up to lately, he had no idea, considering he was in bed half the time, being his depressed self, but it did make him curious how one person can create such a mess in three days but then again he shouldn't really talk when his room was a mess as well, considering he didn't want to clean the safe haven he had created for himself.  It was a place he found comfort in after the pain he had been through and he refused over more than twenty times when Chan would offer to clean. He just wanted to keep it as it was, even if it was a reminder of his suffering.

Jisung shook his head wanting to get this over and done with and continued clearing the mess before he moved to cleaning the floor. He breathed heavily as he used the soapy wired brush to scrub the floor clean, moving it quickly so he could get it finished with, wanting nothing more than for his body to not move at all. Stupid Chan had been overly bossy lately, making him clean whatever speck of dust Chan bought into the house, taking advantage of the sudden bursts of energy Jisung had been getting lately.

"Jisung clean this, Jisung clean that." Jisung mocked loudly, rolling his eyes at the image of nagging Chan, knowing that if he didn't do it now, Chan would come home and repeat the same crap over and over.

"Leave. Me. Alone." Jising grumbled.

It would be so great if he could not have to listen to the idiot, but he had respect for him, so cooperating with him was a no brainer for Jisung, even though he still whined and complained about it, almost trying to back chat the older at any given chance. It was just hard to stop himself from being the whiny stubborn self he had always used be. Chan didn't seem to mind though just happy that Jisung was gaining life bit by bit, each day, it almost made him jump with joy when Jisung would show signs of returning to his old self.

Jisung soon moved to next room and looked around the room he had only ever gone in twice, once when they first got here and now. Chan had spent most of the days they had been here in this room while Jisung had been moping in his room. His eyes scanned the room wondering what was so interesting about it, his eyes fell to Chan's instrument which hadn't been played for months, it gathering dust as it laid there sadly. Chan's most loved possession and Jisung just knew Chan would come here just to sit and stare at it for hours on end, he didn't have to leave his bed to know just how his friend was like.

Jisung frowned, knowing that the reason Chan had stopped playing was because of him. Chan just didn't seem to have the heart to play music anymore, it wasn't the same to him and Jisung knew he was to blame. If he hadn't met the crown prince, none of this would of happened. Chan wouldn't have given up the thing he loved most and the people he loved would still be alive. Well Minho would, he knew his mother had been sick before she was killed but it still hurt knowing that he couldn't spend a few more moments with her. Even if it could of only been a couple hours, it would count just as much.

Same with Minho...

His eyes moved away from the instrument, not wanting to blame himself further. He looked around the room before spotting to something hidden in the corner and his eyes widened as he rushed to it, pulling the familiar item out in the opem. His mother's jewellery kit, the thing he had grown up with watching his mother late at night happily create beautiful pieces of jewellery. Jisung knew it like the back of his hand and seeing it again, sent him in a whirlwind of emotions. The old thing seemed to be rotting from neglect as if it had missed its past owners and Jisung stroked it with his finger. It had been something that had grown apart of Jisung but the death of his mother and Minho had caused him to part with it, even if had been something he cherished just as much as them.