Let Go - Minsung

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[one week later]

"jisung you need come out of your room and eat something!" taehyung exclaimed from outside of jisung's bedroom door. "you haven't eaten anything in two days."

"i'm not hungry." jisung yelled from inside his blankets, laying on his bed.

"you haven't even gotten out of bed in a week," taehyung sighed. "you need to eat something."

"i said i'm not hungry." jisung exclaimed, muffled from all the blankets surrounding him.

"gguk is worried about you as well," taehyung exclaimed. "i bet minho would want you to eat!"

jisung sobbed, "i don't want to talk about him! i feel too bad.."

[at minho's house]

it's all my fault.

minho put the blade to his wrist.

he probably hates me..

he put force on the blade, drawing blood. blood dripped on the floor.

drip.. drip.. 

minho rested his head back on the wall. he let out a deep sigh.

did he ever even like me?

a few minutes passed by.

minho looked back down at his arm. he saw all the cuts, some now slowly turning into scars.

[flashback]

"min? what are you doing?!" jisung exclaimed as he rushed into the bathroom stall.

"i-i.. i just wanted to feel better-"

"please, don't ever hurt yourself.." jisung cut him off. he held the older's hands in his. "please.. i'm here for you." he sobbed.

"please, don't cry jisungie.." minho pleaded.

"this isn't about me, it's about you.." jisung paused and looked into the older's eyes. "why are you doing this to yourself..?"

[end of flashback]

minho sighed. he slowly and careful got up. he placed the blade back in the drawer.