nothing left for you - {y.kh x s.hs}

again

I was almost my own boss at my job, I could take a few days, a week or two away. Kihyun needed me. He needed to feel like he had ground beneath his feet. This wasn't even a matter of me loving him romantically. I didn't want to lose him in any way.

"Kihyun?" I called, walking into my bedroom. He'd been laying there since I brought him home 12 hours ago. It was almost eight o'clock at night, he needed to eat something. "Can you look at me?" I asked, sitting next to him.

He shook his head sadly, staring directly in front of him. I hated to see him like this, but at least I wasn't watching him fake happy like he was perfectly okay. "I just can't believe I did this... I can't believe I lost my brother. My bear. I lost Bear." He began crying softly, sinking deeper into my bed.

My heart hurt for him. "I love you," I whispered, laying my hand on his back.

"I wish he killed me..." Kihyun sniffled. "I wish he fucking killed me. At any fucking time. I wish I was fucking dead." I bit my lip, reaching in my pocket to grab my phone. We hadn't been successful since yesterday, but I tried to call Minhyuk.

A few rings and then nothing. Then my phone beeped, letting me know the call ended. Fucking prick. I scoffed, stomping my foot on the floor repeatedly. "It's okay, Kihyun... I got you."

He shook his head, turning his back on me. My jaw fell slightly, wanting to call for him again. Kihyun had not only turned his back but put a distance between us. My phone rang out, scaring me out of my thoughts. "Hello?" I asked, not able to take my eyes off of Kihyun.

"Stop fucking calling me, Wonho." Who was he getting snippy with? I was not the one nor the two.

I scoffed, stomping on the floor again. "Shut the fuck up." I said, laying the phone down next to Kihyun. I glanced over him to see him clawing at his arms. Not in the addict, I need a fix way. "Hey!" I snapped at him, grabbing his shoulder. "You're not about to hurt yourself, Kihyun. Stop it." He shrugged away, slightly elbowing me in the side as he cried louder.

I picked up the phone again. "What is he doing?" Minhyuk asked. I heard his door close underneath me.

"So suddenly, you care?" I asked. "He's not getting up from my bed. He needs to eat, he's been crying for hours so I know he has a migraine. And he's at risk." I wanted to tell him to not bother coming up here, but Kihyun needed an anchor. That anchor was to have Minhyuk tell him he loves him. So even if I wanted to tell him to not start caring now, Kihyun needed Minhyuk.

A knock on my door followed soon after the door shut. Kihyun hadn't moved all day, I didn't think he'd start now. So I got up and answered the door. Minhyuk didn't say a word to me as he rushed off to my bedroom. I rolled my eyes and followed him, watching him and Kihyun from the door. "Shh," Minhyuk whispered, laying down next to him. "I'm here, Bubba." Kihyun stopped crying and glanced back at him before flipping around and tackling him with a hug.

"I'm so sorry!" He started crying again. "I didn't want to. I didn't mean to overdose. I didn't mean to break."

Minhyuk shushed him. "You didn't mean to break, but you did, Kihyun." He had a lecture waiting for him and I could tell. "You have to take the responsibility that you have in this." I wanted to choke him.

"I-" Kihyun whimpered. "I didn't want to let him in. He just came in. He walked over me like they do. That's what they do." For fuck's sake, Minhyuk was only making it worse.

He nodded softly. "But still, Kihyun... did you use your words? Did you tell him to leave?"

That was it. "Let me talk to you in the kitchen, Minhyuk." I waited until he got up from the bed to start moving.