Minho POV
"Did you hear the news?" Chan asks while making himself some tea.
"No?" I quirk my eyebrow.
"Jisung, you know, Seungmin's roommate tried to kill himself last night. Seungmin called me to tell me that."
"Oh... is he okay now?"
"Yeah, he's fine. Well, he's physically okay."
"He never seemed sad when I saw him." I shrug. "He was probably drunk."
"Nope. He was sober, tried to kill himself, ended up getting his leg, and he went in an ambulance last night."
I gulp. It's my fault. It always is.
I set my spoon down and stare at my cereal bowl. Jisung went that far. I didn't mean it. I was high. I wasn't thinking right. Jisung, please, I need to know you're okay...
"What did he use?"
"Seungmin didn't say. But he said there was a lot of blood." He shrugs.
My stomach flips and I nod. "Oh...."
"Anyways, I'm gonna go visit Seungmin and make sure he's okay. Your keys are on the hook." He ruffles my hair.
I nod. He leaves the house. I bolt to get my shoes on, not caring I was only in a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. I grab my keys and drive to the closest hospital, hoping here's there.
"Hello, sir. How can I help you?" The lady asks.
"Is Han Jisung here? Am I allowed to see him?" I ask frantically.
"Han... Ji... sung... Yes, he's here. Only a few visitors at a time, but luckily, no one's here." She says. "He's in room 325 on the third floor." She smiles.
I bow my head quickly to thank her before heading for the elevator. I follow the directions and search for Jisung's room. Repeat the number under my breathe, counting higher along the doors I pass.
319, 320, 321, 322, 323, 324....
Finally. I feel my eyes burning as I reach for the handle. I knock on the door, cracking it open to see if he was there. He was on his phone. He glanced over and sees me.
"What are you doing here?" He asks rudely.
I sniffle. "I just came to s-see you." I rub my eyes.
"Why? You hate me." He rolls his eyes.
"It's not like that, I promise."
"Yeah, right. This isn't one of those stupid books where I get bullied because you like me. Because that's a pretty fucked up way of showing your feelings."
"No, I... I don't know my feelings. I came to college straight, but I don't know. I came here happy, but I've never felt so bad my entire life. I'm eating myself from the inside, and I took it out on you because you were closest to me. I'm so sorry..." I choke out a sob, my throat aching from barely being able to breathe.
I drop to my knees and cover my face with my hands. I let my emotions out finally. They've been hidden for so long. I can't handle the pressure. I put my hands on the floor and bow in respect.
"I understand if you... don't w-wanna forgive me." I mumble.
I hear him sigh. I look up at him. He motions to a chair. Quickly, I get into it, playing nervously with my sleeve.
"First of all, you're pathetic." He says before smiling. "I'm kidding. Although, it was pretty sick of you to do that. You don't need to cry."
"I'm sorry." I wipe my face again.
He smiles. "So you're not faking, right?"
I shake my head. "No, no, I'm not. I usually just don't get my emotions out enough."
"I see."
"Speaking of emotions.... how are you?" I ask.
His smile goes away. "I-I don't wanna talk about it." He shakes his head.
I nod. "That's okay."
The door opens to Felix and Changbin. Felix had on a blue hoodie over white shorts, ignoring the tired Changbin behind him.
"Good morning, Sungie." He smiles.
Jisung waves at him. Felix goes over and hugs him, playing with his hair. I look down in shame.
"What is he doing here?" Felix asks.
