Let Go - Minsung

𝙚 𝙡 𝙚 𝙫 𝙚 𝙣

*the bold text (except the sounds) are the voices in minho's head talking to him*

minho stepped into his house, careful not to make too much noise. he knew his father wouldn't be happy to see him sneaking home at 9pm.

he slowly and carefully closed the front door behind him.

BANG

shit.

minho ran up the stairs to his room. he didn't want to get beat. not today.

thank god he didn't hear me. 

minho closed his door behind him, careful to not slam it. minho slowly walked over to his bed, throwing his body on it.

i'm so stupid.

minho curled up in a ball on his bed, ready to cry.

jisung wouldn't even like me back.

i can't like my best friend- can i?

no.

i can't, i dont want to risk our friendship...

what did i even do to deserve him?

he's so kind, sweet, caring, smart, funny.. and i'm just- me.

me who's abused by his father, his mom a drug dealer.. i don't even have any talents.

except singing.

jisung probably has a secret boyfriend anyways since he's so likable.

wait- no, i can't like jisung.

i can't do this.

i can't. i won't.

minho got up from his bed and crept over to his bathroom. he slowly opened the door, careful to not make it creak.

he closed the door behind him as he walked in. minho opened the small cabinet drawer and took the blade in his hand.

minho stepped back, the blade still in his hand as his back hit the wall. he leaned his head back as he held the blade in his hand. minho put the blade to his wrist, tears falling from his eyes.