Alleyways | Stray Kids

- 7.1 -

tw: self harm

Han Jisung sat in the living room of his house frantically texting and calling Minho but to no avail Jisung sighed, this was his 5th time trying to call his lover and once again voice mail, "Hey Minho, babe, it's me. Uh, I think you're mad at me but I don't know why. Please, please call me back or text me so we can talk. I'm sorry if I made you upset or anything...just please call me back. You've avoided me like the plague and it just hurts. I love you, Minho. I really, really do. Anyways, once again, call me when you get this message."

"You have a boyfriend?" Jisung heard his brother speak from behind him.

"Yeah, I do. Gotta problem with it?" Jisung snapped.

"Woah, no. Of course not!" Jisung's brother sighed, "Why do you do that to me?"

"Do what?" Jisung glared at the older male.

"You're so hostile to me, Jisung. What did I do?" He sat beside Jisung, "I just wanna have a relationship with you again."

"Oh shut the fuck up, Younghyun! Or should I say Mr. Perfect?" Jisung sat up from the couch, "Everything is always about you! They don't care about me, it's you! I'm constantly compared to you, told I should be just as good as you. I am nothing in this house, okay? I'm shit in this house and you're practically worshipped as a God!"

Younghyun's eyes went wide, "Jisung I-"

"Don't fucking talk to me, I have more important things to worry about," Jisung interrupted and ran to his room, slamming the door with enough force to knock his one of his photos off the wall.

"What the fuck!" Jisung rolled his eyes then turned to see what fell, "Oh no, no no!"

Laid on the floor was a shattered picture frame, it was the photo from his anniversary with Minho. Jisung desperately cleaned up the glass, scraping and cutting up his hands in the process. He examed how the picture broke and broke out in a burst of bitter laughter. The frame had shattered only around his face.

"Well, isn't that symbolic?" Jisung laughed, "Isn't that basically our relationship? He's perfect and I'm broken."

He took the photo and hung it back up, just the way it was. He stared at it a moment longer before he threw it off the wall in a fit of random rage. Then, as if nothing happened he calmly walked out of his room and back downstairs. He walked past his brother, who sat in the same place on the couch.

"Are you okay, Jisung? I heard something fall."

"I'm fine," Jisung replied, his voice was void of emotion, "I'm going for a smoke. See ya."

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Felix sat outside of his house in Changbin's car. His boyfriend had gone into Felix's house a bit over 30 minutes ago, telling Felix to stay in the car and do not, under any circumstances, come into his own house. To say that Felix was worried was an understatement, he was a fucking nervous wreck.

"It's nothing to worry about. Everything fine! They're just talking. Yes, they are just talking for a ridiculously long time," Felix said to himself, "They are not fighting. Changbin is not slaughtering my father right now and my father is not slaughtering Changbin right now. No no no."

He smiled awkwardly and then sighed, "What happens when you put an angry boyfriend with an abusive dad?" His ramblings were cut short when he looked in the mirror and caught the figure of Jisung walking by, "Jisung! Oi Jisung!" He stepped out of the car and waved.

"Oh Felix, hey," Jisung waved, walking over to the Aussie male, "Woah, what the shit happened to your face?"

"Oh! Um, just a small uh, accident!" Felix laughed, "What are you doing around here? Walking to Minho's?"