Don't watch me go. (Minsung)

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minho's back was harshly slammed against the brick wall, trying to continuously push jiho off of himself.

minho had a grasp on jiho's arm, because the knife was coming too dangerously close to his body.

in order to get away, minho slammed his foot down on top of jiho's foot, causing him to curse loudly and stumble back.

taking advantage of the situation, minho then managed to kick him hard.

the loud clank of metal was heard, the knife had been knocked out of jiho's hand.

minho quickly swung down and grabbed it, but before he could turn it around jiho tried to jam himself into the handle so it would stab minho- but he missed.

they both got pushed back and at this point minho was panting but he finally got ahold of the weapon.

both of them were sweating and slightly tired from fighting back at one another.

"you're fucking crazy," minho snapped at him, eyes not moving off him. "do you know what's gonna happen to you? you'll end up in prison. do you really wanna end up there?"

the other laughed, finding it funny somehow. "are you kidding? you really think i'm worried about jail right fucking now?" he scoffed.

"i don't care where i end up."

"why would you go out of your way just to-"

"didn't you fucking listen to me?!" jiho had short temper, and honestly minho thought that this would be a good way to distract him.

his eyes moved to the ground, where his phone was lying. it had been knocked out of his hand and jiho threw it against the wall.

he would need to get his phone back in order for the police to come.

but there was no telling if his phone was actually broken or not, but it was a slim chance he was willing to take.

he quickly looked back at the boy- who looked absolutely insane in the darkness. if one thing was certain, it was that this was not the same person minho had looked at a few weeks ago.

with no hesitation, minho quickly launched at his phone, attempting to grab it but just at the same speed jiho did the same.

he dragged minho back and shoved him backwards, making him fall onto the ground and hit the wall once more.

he winced but quickly recovered and tried to crawl and grab the knife before jiho did-

but all his movements halted the moment he felt a sudden, sharp, warm pain spread across his lower torso.

the force of the attack pushed him right back against the brick wall.

his voice wavered and he shakily looked down, his hands moved away from his torso as he looked at them.

they were covered in a shade deep of blood.

he was paralyzed and he looked past his hands to see the knife inserted deep on the left side of his rib cage.

jiho's hand was still tightly on the handle.

he was grinning, feeling a chill run through him- yet he didn't move the knife yet.

"you really are idiotic, lee minho." he tsked, as minho started to feel the pain dig in and the initial numbing shock leave him.

minho's gasps started to break apart- as his throat naturally tried released words but nothing was coming out.

"all this because of han jisung. you're stupid for falling for him." jiho looked down at the wound, his grin growing.

"i wonder what he'll think when he finds you dead." he mused, taking the knife out suddenly and making minho suppress a scream, eyes shutting in pain as he curled and tried to grasp the injury on him- his hands trembling.