flowers ➵ h.js + l.mh

sharing.

minho froze; he thought everyone had left - it'd been hours since the fight, and yet changbin was still in his room, sitting on his bed.

"i-" the dancer stuttered weakly, "w-what do you mean?"

"hyung, don't act clueless. first, the argument with jisung, and then the hours you spend in the bathroom, coughing and throwing up. and all those petals? you don't have plants. plus, most importantly, why the fuck are you covered in blood?"

"i-it's none of your business. i'm fine-" he was cut off by changbin's bickering laugh. "yeah, like i'd fall for that. something's wrong and i'm not leaving until you tell me."

minho huffed. "why do you even care? don't you hate me for hurting jisung?"

the younger sighed, leaning against the wall. "hyung, i know how much you value your friendship with him. there must be a reason you said all those lies - and yes, i know you were lying, there is no way those things you told jisung are true. tell me what's wrong."

minho scratched his neck, debating whether he should tell changbin or not. he'd kept this all to himself for months now, so maybe sharing it with someone would help him a bit. it wasn't as if he had a choice anyway - changbin would tell chan about the blood if minho didn't give him a reason to keep it a secret.

finally making up his mind, minho took in a deep breath and quietly told changbin everything.