white night || minsung

- 6 - Sugar -

I open my eyes like when it gets bright in the morning

Minho tried to stop himself, but he kept glancing at Jisung in concern, whose head was facing out of the window, too many thoughts in his eyes to pinpoint any one of them.

Minho could still feel Jisung's lips on his own.

It was like his heart was saying yes at the same time as saying no.

His wrist had been burning for a while now, but Minho couldn't bring himself to look at it. He didn't want to see those words whilst his heart was feeling so confused.

"Jisung?"

There was no reply.

Minho carefully took one hand off the steering wheel and tapped Jisung's, gently asking for him to open it, but Jisung just shifted further away, eyes closed tightly.

"You didn't do anything wrong you know."

"Please Minho." Don't hurt my heart more.

So Minho stayed quiet.

Minho's left arm strayed to the beam of the car door above his head and as he did so the sleeve of his jumper fell slightly.

He made a noise of panicked disgust and horror that shocked Corn into a small disgruntled bark but that didn't even make Jisung bat an eyelid.

The flower on his arm, one of the petals was gone.

Completely.

He could run over it with his thumb and all he could feel was smooth skin.

The scar beneath was becoming more visible as time went on, the pigment of the ink more pronounced on his arm.

His heart stopped at the thought of it disappearing as well but the bold black lines looked like they were there to stay.

His knuckles were white around the wheel and all he wanted to do in the world was tell someone, that someone being Jisung. But Jisung was still looking out of the window with devastation filling his eyes and he wouldn't even look at Minho.

So he just bit his lip and tried to blink back the tears from his eyes whilst at the same time keeping the car in a vaguely straight-ish line that would hopefully not get them killed before he could work out what in the fucking pits of burning hell was going on.

His phone buzzed angrily at him from the cup holders and Minho didn't have time to connect it to the car audio system before Jisung picked it up and answered it, still not taking his eyes from the window. Minho wasn't sure if Jisung has realised it wasn't his phone.

"Hey Chan."

"Yeah he's here, he's driving though do you want to speak to him?"

Jisung's voice was filled with the usual Jisung energy but none of it was present in either his face or his body as he lay, folded into the side of the car.

"Yeah I'll tell him to give you a ring later... yeah bye Chan." Jisung put the phone down and looked back out of the window, staring at nothing and Minho was starting to get a bit fed up.

What was making Jisung clam up and be so stroppy like this?

He knew they were both tired, but as far as Minho could tell neither of them had done anything to warrant this kind of reaction.

All he wanted was his friend, to talk to. Especially now he could feel what he thought his heart was crumbling into pieces in his chest.

"Corn looks hungry. We should probably stop for breakfast soon." Minho tried to coax Jisung awake with the promise of food.

Minho silently hisses through his teeth as he still gets no response.

He looked at Jisung one last time but was horrified to find tears falling from the other's eyes.

"Lovely what's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?"

It's inaudible, so quiet Minho can barely hear it.

"I don't want this to be the same as last time."

The hopelessness and memories that choked up Jisung's voice made Minho's heart clench in pain and all he wanted to do was hug Jisung forever until every single piece of his hurt went away.

"How about we get some breakfast and then talk about it? Does that sound okay?"

Jisung just nodded sadly and it was difficult for Minho not to see himself in the action. It reminded him of how he had been in the days and weeks and occasionally years after he lost Him.

Who had meant so much to him, and who had left him so soon.

He never wanted anyone to feel like that, and seeing Jisung in a similar pain, broke his heart in ways he couldn't even describe.

"Sounds good."

As Minho desperately searched road signs for any mention of a town or service station nearby, his eyes were drawn to the still-revealed, deteriorating flower on his wrist.

He attempted to try and pull his sleeve up as discreetly as he could, not wanting to add another burden to Jisung's most likely already very troubled mind.

See you later lovely.

He just hoped this wouldn't be the same as last time.

A/N - it's a little shorter than usual
And it's not great

I guess you could say, it's a mini catastrophe

(Ahaha thank you, a good joke, I know)
(It's my favourite word now I've remembered how to spell it)

I didn't know what to write but I wanted to write so we have this

Enjoy I guess
Corn too I guess, who is, as of now, and forevermore will be my favourite character

-Kz xx