𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 | minsung

𝘪𝘹.

Minho - age 12
Jisung - age 11

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"No, no, it's really not like that..." The boy shook his head, turning and twisting in an attempt to fall back asleep.

"It obviously is!" Of course, after some time, Minho figured that he would no longer be able to sleep, considering the fact that it felt like he was sleeping in the middle of a war zone. And obviously, that was just an over exaggeration as he knew very well that it was an argument that had broken out whilst he was attempting to sleep.

Regardless, he hopped off his bed with a feeling of curiosity mixed with confusion lurking inside him.

He rubbed his eyes. He could've sworn that he had closed that darn bedroom door of his. But it was wide open and so he figured that's why the voices were most definitely louder than if the door were to be shut.

"Jisung, listen to yourself right now!" As another shout had been emitted from the next room over, his eyes widened in surprise as he rested his hand gently on the door knob.

Upon hearing the his crush's name, his curiosity grew much more in size and he eventually let go of the knob to waddle over to where the voices were coming from.

"Sungie...?" He asked out loud. Perhaps he had expected a response or for the door to swing wide open for him. And to his surprise, one of the two did happen for him. Of course, that'd be none other than the door swinging open for his entry.

"Stop acting like you've known me throughout my entire childhood!" Upon entering the room, he had immediately sensed the uncomfortable tension that filled the room. But that wasn't all that he had sensed nor saw as when he tiredly looked up, he saw Jisung... seemingly all grown up... and... he was arguing with the boy he had bumped into just last year when he was starting to attend middle school.

What was happening exactly? He had no clue.

"Sung-" Almost as if his existence was in no way acknowledged whatsoever, he was cut short. "I'M NOT! I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU, JISUNG!" The person who if Minho remembered and identified correctly, Chan, shouted back.

The boy never enjoyed shouting nor arguing, and even watching it up close made it all the more worse for him. He would start to become scared or even anxious whenever someone would shout, even if it wasn't at him. It wasn't that he was sensitive, he just simply doesn't enjoy it.

"WELL NEWS FLASH, YOU'RE NOT HELPING ME AT ALL BY THINKING THAT YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAN CHOOSE WHO I CAN BE FRIENDS WITH!" The argument slowly started to get further out of hand whilst Minho simply stood in between it. As if he were a child who was witnessing their parents fight and argue.

May the worst case scenario be that the argument becomes physical. And heck, looks like his luck ran out as it truly did start to get physical.

A little push here, a little shove there, and it only became more and more worse over time.

"P-please stop..." Minho whispered to himself, hoping that the fight between the two seemingly unfazed silhouettes fought.

His breath started to quicken a bit as he saw Chan draw a knife from his back, threatening to stab the now unconscious Jisung who laid on the ground, defenseless.

But as he ran towards the younger in an attempt to protect him, darkness had consumed his vision.

And soon enough, he was in the arms of his mother who comforted and reassured him. "It's okay baby... it was simply a bad dream and that's all it will ever be."

Although he wanted to say something about it, (perhaps thank her or tell her more about the dream) his teary eyes and constant hiccups would sure to suppress whatever he would've said to his mother regardless and so he simply leaned into the comfort of her arms and tried his best to calm down from the nightmare.

It all happened so fast for him and so he was understandably teary-eyed and overwhelmed with emotions. "Shh... mommy's here now..." His mother whispered, proceeding to pat him gently on his back every few seconds as Minho continued to stayed silent.

He knew he was simply nothing but a bother to her as she needed to get up early for work tomorrow and yet still took the time to care about cheering him up, even if it did happen at the ungodliest of hours.

4 a.m.

Nevertheless, if his grandmother wouldn't be there to comfort him every now and then, then at least he would have his mother to be by his side. As well as his crush, of course.

Whom he now had worried and mixed feelings about as he did just dream of him almost getting murdered by someone else which he knew little about.

He would be sure to check up on the younger the next day just to reassure himself that he was fine as the poor boy still couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

"C-can you stay with me...?" His mother looked over at him and paused, thinking for a moment before hesitantly nodding. "Of course baby, whatever will make you sleep safe and sound for the rest of the night."

"T-thank you..."

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