Do that again || MINSUNG

XIX

"You're leaving me for him, aren't you?" Minho had tears flowing down his chubby cheeks as he entered the living room, noticing Hyunjin sleeping on his couch, cuddled up next to Jisung.

No one had answered the oldest's question, though, since both boys were asleep, so Minho ran out the door. It was night time, he had been at Jeongin's dorm all day for a project they had to do together in class. The street lanterns illuminated the road, letting him see wherever he was heading to. 

He was running. He didn't know where to. His lungs were burning and his heart was pounding, but the tears flowing down his cheeks felt cold, freezing his skin all over. His heart felt empty. He didn't know just why he was so upset, it wasn't like Jisung was cheating on him. Or maybe he was, seeing as Hyunjin was Minho's friend, and Jisung had said the tallest was annoying. Why would the two of them hang out alone?

Shit, his breath hitched in his throat as he tripped, falling down and scraping his knees against the harsh pavement. Pebbles dug into the palm of his hands, leaving a stinging pain behind.

"Are you okay?" 

That voice had scared him to death. He sobbed as he curled up into a ball, hoping to pass out and just die. He wanted to escape this situation more than anything. 

The other had tried to touch him, but Minho flinched, screaming out, begging for someone to help. Nobody was coming, nobody was going to. 

"Wait, Minho?"

No. No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, this couldn't be real, no, no. Please, god, let this be a nightmare. Let him wake up in the comfort of his own bed, next to Jisung and his pretty face, his secure embrace.

"Please let me help you, Minho. I can't walk away, you're hurt."

The younger had only screamed out louder, his voice breaking, his throat was starting to hurt. He tried to crawl away, to stand up and run, but he couldn't even stand on his left leg, his ankle offering no support. He cried out one last time, terrified. 

"I changed, Minho. I'm terribly sorry for what happened back in high school, I regret every single part of it. I want to better myself, Minho. I regret being the monster I had become deeply and to better myself I simply can't leave you here. I know you're terrified of me, and I'm sorry."

"Don't freak out. I'm going to touch you."

This was Chan. Bang Chan. The one who had taken part in giving him multiple traumas, the boy who had bullied him throughout high school, so why was he allowing himself to be carried by the older?

He wanted to protest at the feeling of being lifted up, but his throat felt too sore to speak, and frankly, he was too tired to keep his eyes open. It had to be past midnight, seen as there was no single person out on the street. 

"I'll patch you up, okay?" 

Those were the last words he heard before passing out. 

"Hyunjin? Minho isn't here, but his keys and phone are, which means that he must've gone out and didn't come back. I'm gonna go look for him." 

"Why do you even care? He's his own person, he doesn't need to be looked after all the fucking time. It's morning, he'll roll around in the afternoon. Or is he that retarded, he can't even go out alone?" 

"Believe me, he does need to be looked after," the younger had sighed out, putting on his coat lazily. He was tired and suffering from a hangover, which was why he simply did not have the energy to tell Hyunjin that Minho wasn't retarded and he liked looking after Minho because his face lights up so prettily every time he does it. 

"That's why you have me, right? Because I'm so much easier than that stupid sped boyfriend of yours? Come on, give me a goodbye kiss! You know he won't fuck you like I did." 

"Hyunjin, what we had was a one time thing. We were both wasted. I love Minho, you know that better than anyone else. Now leave," Jisung had gestured to the door with an eye roll. Hyunjin didn't like being something on the side, though, so he pressed a swift kiss to the shorter's cheek before skipping out the door, Jisung following after with a grunt as he wiped the older's saliva off his cheek. 

He had grown worried for Minho, but his own guilt was eating him up. Part of him wished that Minho was gone and never to be found again, but that was a very evil, wicked part inside of him and he quickly dismissed the thought. He was being selfish, only thinking about his own guilt instead of his boyfriend. 

Shit, he could be dead by now. This only proved that Minho couldn't be left alone, he couldn't go out without him. Jisung had to protect him at all costs. What if he got murdered, kidnapped perhaps? You can never know.

Fuck, he was his kitten. What was he thinking, throwing the whole relationship away for Hwang Hyunjin? Nothing more than a good fuck, Minho's friend. God, he felt so guilty. 

Jisung tried to shove his guilt aside and focused on finding Minho instead. What was he supposed to do, scream his name down the street like he was looking for his lost cat?

"Let's get you home, hm? You don't live too far from here, right?" 

"Just around the block.."

That voice. It had his legs and heart speeding up, meeting the two people around the corner. Low and behold, it was Minho. Minho and Chan. Minho on Chan's back. Wait, Minho on Chan's back? Was he seeing this right? What the fuck was Chan doing together with Minho? 

"What the fuck?" Jisung's voice was seeping with venom as he made eye contact with the two boys, switching from Minho to Chan over and over again. 

"Let's get him home first, I'll explain later," the oldest nudged the boy on his back lightly with his head, but Jisung was having none of it, hand harshly meeting Chan's chest. 

"No, what the fuck? Give him to me."

"Jisungie, I can't stand."

Silence fell over the trio as Chan started walking again, this time in the direction Jisung had come from. 

"So you let him fuck you?" 

"What? Oh god, no! I.. I fell," Minho flushed at the comment, embarrassed that his boyfriend could ever think that of him. Chan and him might've gotten a bit closer, Minho might have had a sore throat from screaming in fear last night, Minho might have been able to forgive Chan with slight hesitance, but no, they did not fuck.

"Oh, I'm sure. You didn't come home to me just to lay down on the street, I'm sure."

"Jisung, you think I'd cheat on you?"

Minho had sounded hurt. He was hurt. He loved his boyfriend more than anything, so why was he acting like this? Why didn't he believe him? He thought Jisung knew that he loved him more than anything.

"Jisung. He was running down the street while crying his eyes out. He tripped and I bandaged him up. I'm sure, as his boyfriend, that should matter to you more."

"He is terrified of you. Or he was, at least."

"Jisungie, I forgave him. He.. he changed, and it shows. I won't be able to forget what he did, but I think he can make a good friend."

Why did it hurt that Jisung had ignored the fact that he was crying? Maybe he didn't hear it. He didn't do it on purpose, surely.

Surely.