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the next few days happened in a blur.
minho's mother arrived as quick as he could a little after jisung and his friends, after being contacted by the hospital late due to them being unable to find her at work. turns out she had her phone powered off, and there was no way to contact her work place cause they had no way of finding where she worked.
from there, minho spent a few days just recovering in the hospital. having talks with his mother, his friends frequently checking up on him, and notifying the school on what's been going on.
to be honest, minho's still in shock with himself over his actions. he never expected to be driven so close to death by his own screaming thoughts, but now that he knows what his mind is capable of, it terrifies him.
but just as quickly as he was admitted, minho soon got discharged from the hospital. now more than ever has he been as careful as possible to never let his arms show, as the bandages are just another reminder of what almost happened; what he wanted to happen but failed to accomplish.
and boy, do words spread like wildfire. the news about the incident was going around the school fast, and it was completely humiliating for minho. if he thought the glares he got in the hallway were bad back then, he was not prepared for the stares he was getting now.
it was all so overwhelming. after such a horrible week, the last thing he needed was another reason for kids to pick on him. or worse, ask too many personal questions about the experience. so once he got home from school, it was relieving.
when minho entered his room, which he cleaned up the day he got back from the hospital, he suddenly remembered something.
the ring.
minho got down on his knees, looking under his bed and dressers, trying to find where it could have bounced off to when he threw it. eventually, he found it between his desk and beanbag chair. he sighed, placing it back on his finger.
minho then flopped on his bed. he began closing his eyes, but with his luck, right as he got comfortable, there was a knock on his front door.
are you fucking kidding me?
minho then remembered his mom was home to get the door. his mom has been working from home recently to keep an eye on her son. so, he relaxed back into his bed.
until there was another knock on his bedroom door, this time.
can a man get comfortable in peace?
his mom peaked her head inside, "someone's here to see you."
she sounded unsure, which caused minho to raise an eyebrow.
he was expecting to see jisung, maybe even jeongin or yeosang. but the amount of surprise minho felt when changbin walked in the the room was unexplainable. his mother left and shut the door, leaving the two alone.
"what are you doing here?" minho asked. he wasn't trying to sound rude; he was genuinely curious. he was sure the other would never want to speak a word to him again.
"i came to apologize," he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck, "i shouldn't have yelled at you like that. and not just a few weeks ago, but in general."
minho gulped. "you're only apologizing cause you feel pity towards me. but anyways, i should be saying sorry to you."
changbin looked at him like he had three heads, "why are you sorry?"
"i shouldn't have been a bad friend to you in the first place. why else would you wanna stop being my friend? you hate me cause i wasn't a good to you, so your temper with me is limited."
minho sighed, looking down at his feet as they dangled off his bed.
changbin rubbed his head, "that's not the reason i stopped being your friend. in fact, you were the best friend i ever had."
minho looked back up, confused.
"what?"
changbin walked over, taking a seat next to minho. he let out a breath.
"it was me. nothing was your fault."
minho began to get angry, "then why? why did you leave me living the last few years of my life thinking i did something to fuck up our friendship?"
"because," changbin started, keeping his gaze on a photo of him and minho from eighth grade that was hung on the others wall.
"as high school started, i started to notice that you were changing. becoming more timid, insecure, and just not happy in general. i was so afraid i wouldn't be there for you; i was afraid that i would have been the bad friend. i figured you deserved someone better, someone who could help and support you. not someone who's afraid to face the problem."
minho blinked in response. he couldn't believe it, all these years of bringing himself down, him thinking he was the bad person...all for nothing.
"is that really it?" minho asked in disbelief.
"yeah," the younger answered, laughing at himself for how pathetic it sounds, "it ridiculous. but i didn't want to make anything worse by making you feel like i didn't care, if i really couldn't help you when you needed it."
"i see where you're coming from," minho spoke, "but you leaving without a warning hurt more than anything you said would have."
changbin bit his lip, feeling guilty, "and i'm so sorry for that. it was never my intention."
minho nodded, pulling changbin into a hug, "it's okay. do you think we can just...start over?"
"i would like that," changbin smiled, letting minho go. he caught sight of the others hand.
"you still have the ring?" he asked, looking more closely at it.
minho nodded, smiling embarrassedly.
"good," changbin commented, reaching into his jacket pocket, "glad i'm not the only one."
he then pulled out the matching ring that came in the set, and minho's jaw dropped.
"wow!" he laughed, before a thought came to his mind.
"holy crap, i gotta apologize to felix!"
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this story is gonna be ending soon :(
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Fanfiction[ minho x jisung ] "sometimes the worst place you can be is in your own head." when minho gets forced into therapy by his mother, he meets jisung, his therapist. minho has never been one to talk about his feelings, but as he becomes more comfortabl...
