Dry Blood (Minsung)

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"Byungjoon?" Jisung called out as he walked up the stairs of his boyfriends house.

He planned to knock, but the other boys mother saw him on her way out and decided to let him in, so he took the offer and ran upstairs towards his boyfriends bedroom.

"Hey," Jisung said in a soft voice, walking into the room and immediately spotting Byungjoon laying in his bed.

"Get out." Byungjoon turned away from Jisung, so he was now facing the wall.

At first Jisung was hurt, but then he thought about how he would feel in that situation. Embarrassed? Probably. Either way, he doubted that he'd want anyone to see him. In such a bad condition.

Slowly, he made his way over to the edge of the bed and took a seat.

"Are you okay?" Jisung rested his hand on the other boys arm, trying to make him turn around.

"Please, leave."

Before Jisung could utter another response, he felt his phone vibrate.He pulled it out of his pocket and was faced with a text from an unknown number. Quickly tapping in his passcode, he opened the messages app and saw that whoever had texted him, had sent a video clip.

The thumbnail of the clip gave Jisung a pretty good idea of what to expect. It was a picture of Byungjoon and his friends in their usual lunch spot, outside of the school building.

Minho was sitting on a bench with who he assumed were his friends, located just behind Byungjoon and his group. It took Jisung a few seconds to make out their faces but once he did, he knew exactly who the two boys were: Seo Changbin and Kim Seungmin. He'd never actually interacted with them, but from what he'd heard, they weren't the nicest individuals and given the fact that they were friends with Lee Minho, he found himself starting to believe the statement.

"Okay, I'm gonna go use the bathroom and when I come back we're gonna talk." Without waiting for a reply Jisung left the others bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him and walked into the bathroom, doing the same with that door too.

Jisung adjusted the volume so that it was only just loud enough for him to hear and pressed play.

At first everything seemed normal, Byungjoon was laughing and talking with his friends, the usual behaviour you'd expect from a group of teenage boys and Minho and his friends seemed to be having an argument. Although, it wasn't a heated one, it seemed more or less friendly and it quickly ended with the three of them laughing.

Jisung found himself growing impatient, wondering why this mystery person had sent the video if nothing was going to happen. But just before he was about to turn it off and block the number, something finally happened.

It was hard to make out what Byungjoon and his friends were talking about, because of how far away the video was being filmed, but the word 'Jisung' could easily be read from their lips, as they'd said it multiple times. The boys proceeded to laugh at whatever they were saying and Jisung didn't think much of it, he trusted that his boyfriend wouldn't have been saying anything too bad about him. Until Minho spun around and glared at the group of boys behind him. Both groups were clearly shouting insults back and forth until suddenly Minho had stood up and literally, pounced on Byungjoon.

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"Jeez, Minho," Changbin groaned at the slightly older boy, handing him his bag, which he had left under his desk after being called to the principals office, "You were in there for way too long, I was gonna leave."

"But, I wouldn't let him," Seungmin butted into the conversation, grinning and clearly attempting to make his presence known to the two older boys walking beside him, also succeeding in doing so.

"Sorry guys, he was on the phone to some parent, probably Byungjoons and then, he had to interrogate Han Jisung and then, he had to scold me and then, he had to tell me my punishment and then, he had to call my parents," Minho smirked at the two, notifying them that he was actually unfazed by the events that had taken place during lunch and last period.

"Punishment?! Oh god, is it bad? Are you in big trouble?" Seungmin rambled, worry laced in each word that fell from his lips.

"Suspended," the two of his friends held their breath, being the extra idiots they are, "for two days." Exhale.

"You look like shit, let's go back to mine and clean you up," Changbin said, butting shoulders with the eldest, causing him to lose his balance for a mere second.

"Yeah, you're uglier than usual today, maybe its the dry blood on your face, or it could be the bags under your eyes," Seungmin continued to joke about Minho's appearance.

"You're just jealous, whores," Minho laughed and then his expression became a little more serious, "But, I think we can all agree, that asshole deserved it, right?"

"Definitely," Seungmin didn't hesitate in replying, it was as if he had also been thinking the same thing, "the things he was saying were out of order, I wouldn't dream of saying things like that about anyone, especially not my boyfriend."

After that, the seriousness faded away once again and the three boys laughed and joked around as they walked back to Changbin's house. They had earned a few weird looks on their way, maybe it was because of Minho's beaten and bruised face or because of how loud they were being. But neither of them had the energy to care, maybe if they were alone, it would've been different. But when they were together, they didn't give a care in the world.

A/N
Thanks for reading, I got a sudden burst of motivation so here's the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed :))

Word Count (Not Including A/N): 971