✧ Sleep Talking ✧ HyunIn ✧ [CANCELED]

TENTH CHAPTER

*WARNING SMUT*
*IF YOU DONT LIKE SMUT*
*THERE WILL BE A WARNING*

Jeongin looked at his blade. There was a sharpie next to him so he decided to mark the blades. He wrote sloppily on each.

ꊰꋬꂵ꒐꒒ꌦ
ꇙꉔꁝꄲꄲ꒒
ꊰꋪ꒐ꏂꋊ꒯ꇙ
ꇙ꓄ꋪꋬꋊꍌꏂꋪꇙ
ꄲꋊ꒒꒐ꋊꏂ

He stared at the razors. Labelled differently for different things. What was he doing it for right now? Just because? For nothing? Because it was addicting?

He decided to take off the strangers one and put one fore other.

OTᕼEᖇ

He walked into the restroom. He took the razor into his hands, and he brought it up to his wrist. He pressed down lightly and felt a sting. The sting didn't stay for long. After he slowly dragged his blade across his wrist; more pain filled him.

He cut more.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Drip... drip... drip...

Five. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty.

Splash... drip... drip...

Jeongin looked down at his wrist. It was bloody and cut up. The blood on his wrist was dark red. It rolled down his wrist like a slow but steady waterfall.

The cuts stung from the cold air around him. The deep, thin slits glowed against his skin, pink and red with blood. His pale skin was a curse. Oh, how hard it would be to hide these cuts.

Jeongin ran some hot water and ran his wrist under the water. Wincing when the water got into his cuts. He pulled his arm away after the blood was washed away. He still bled but it wasn't as much as it was earlier.

Just then Bang Chan called him.

Chan jeongin

Innie. I'm outside. Let me in, please... I-I-

Chan sounded like he had been crying. His voice was raspy and sounded so sad.

Yeah, hold on. Let me do that. Hold on.

They hung up the phone and Jeongin pulled on a hoodie before running to open the door.

Jeongin swung the door open and looked at his best friend. He looked hurt, more than hurt.

Jeongin pulled him inside and into his room, once they were in there Jeongin tackled Chan in a hug. Chan hugged back. The stayed hugging as the moved over to Jeongins bed and collapsed onto it. They hugged for another half hour before Chan stopped crying.

"Hyung?" Chan hummed in response. "What's wrong?" Jeongin looked up at his Hyung with concern in his eyes.

"It's nothing Innie. Don't worry. Hug me again." Chan was sitting up now, crisscrossed, so the only way to hug him was to sit on his lap. Jeongin crawled onto him and rested his head on his shoulder.

They stayed like this for a few minutes before Chan sighed heavily. Jeongin hummed in question. "Nothing. It's just... this is really comfortable. And it hurts... because I know you don't like me." Chan cursed after he said that, he hadn't meant to. He exposed too much.

On his way home from the walk he had gone on, he thought about the Australia trip. Jeongin had been the only one that helped at that time. He would regularly ask Chan if he was ok and if he needed help. He would always hang out with him and hug him. Chan realized he liked Jeongin right before he walked into his house after his walk. So he went to Jeongins house, but on the way, he started crying know Jeongin would never like him like that.