𝙆𝙥𝙤𝙥 𝘽𝙭𝘽 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 [𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙]

ㅁJisung x Chenleㅁ

MinSugaAugstxD
NCT Dream
Jisung x Chenle
Warnings: Self Harm, Sad stuff
Request

"WHY CANT I DO THIS RIGHT!?!?!"

Jisung smashes his fist into one of the large mirrors covering the far wall of the dance studio.

The glass spiderwebs, cracks spreading outward from Jisung's fist.

A small trail of blood flows forwards along the cracks and a stinging sensation engulfs his fingers and hands causing him to pull back.

He clutches his hand to his chest watching transfixed as the glass seems to crumble, allowing for shards and several large pieces to fall to the floor.

Slowly he slides to his knees, his uninjured hand reach forward.

It hovers over a large shard of glass, his fingers twitching slightly as memories slide through his head,  reminding him...

"I-I'm not g-good enough, th-they'll kick me o-out...of Dream..."

He doesn't remember the first slice, doesn't remember the pain, he doesn't even remember the warmth of his own blood running down his arm and dripping onto the wooden floor.

He only remembers the blissful feeling of finally having silence in his own mind, the silence slowly morphing into a faint ringing as he slashes into his arm over and over again.

After covering his right forearm he switches the bloodied glass to his other hand, preparing to mark up the other but a pale hand grips his wrist, stopping his pursuit.

"Jisung, stop, it's ok."

Jisung blinks, still too far gone to comprehend anything at all, too focused on the intense throbbing sensation in his left arm.

"W-what?"

He shakes his head, the glass falling from his hand and shattering on the floor.

He turn, looking up into the soft, tender, love filled eyes of his fellow member.

"C-chenle? W-what are you doing here?"

Chenle releases Jisung's wrist and stands, kicking away the shard and retrieving a sweat towel from a supply closet.

He returns, kneeling beside Jisung and taking his arm between his hands.

He winces when Jisung hisses in pain, sadness filling his brown eyes.

"Why'd you do this?"

He presses the clothe gently to Jisung's arm, dabbing away the still bleeding cuts.

It hits Jisung at that moment that if Chenle hadn't stopped him he would have most likely have bled out and... died.

Tears begin to roll down the younger's cheeks and he begins to shake uncontrollably causing the older boy to stop.

Chenle looks up, noticing the tears now steadily streaming down Jisung's face.

Without a moments hesitation he pulls the younger into a soft hug, skillfully avoiding his clotting wounds.

"I-I'm s-such a d-disappointment."

He forces out between sobs, his body shaking forcefully.

"Y-you guys s-should just k-kick me out. I-I'm not good e-enough anyway."

He hiccups and Chenle begins to rub soothing circles on his back.

"Why would you think that? You work harder than all of us do."

Ignoring the pain, Jisung wraps his arms around the other boy, fingers gripping his shirt tightly.

"Then why can't I hit those high notes, or do the moves right, I CANT EVEN SPEAK IN FRONT OF INTERVIEWERS!"

He bursts into tears again, hugging Chenle even tighter than before, ignoring the burning sting of his cuts reopening once again.

"Why do you keep saying that!?"

He holds the boy at a distance, forcing Jisung to look him in the eye.

"You're just as important and YOU need to understand that."

Nothingness fills the air as Chenle falls silent.

Slowly Jisung allows his head to fall onto Chenle's shoulder.

"It's just so hard to see the other members do everything right, and then I'm just... here."

Chenle runs his fingers through the boy's hair.

"That's ok Jisung, for now, you only need to be... here."

I had to get the angst expert for this one