Rain was dripping from his soaked brown hair and his eyes darted through the night, landing on Jisung's face. Time seemed to stand still and the rain was falling in slow motion as he kept staring at the boy he once loved more than anything in this whole world. His chest was aching every time he inhaled, making his lungs hurt as if someone pushed his head under water. "Isn't that what your family wanted?" He turned to Jisung's parents. "Seeing my family dead, isn't that what you bastards wanted?", he yelled and pointed at them with the golf club in his hands.
He didn't see Jisung come closer, but he felt Jisung's arms around him, and he felt the hard ground push the air out of his lungs as soon as they both hit the cold, wet concrete. A harsh sting rushed through his shoulder and he let out a pain inflicted groan, forcing him to let go of the golf club in his hand. "I'm sorry", he heard Jisung mumble above him and felt Jisung's palm on his chest, pressing his upper body to the ground. The rain was coming down on his face mercilessly, blurring his vision once again. "I'm really sorry", he heard him say continuously. Sirens were coming closer and Minho closed his eyes, letting tears roll down his wet cheeks.
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pictures edited by me.
the story isn't connected to my "just pretend" minsung one-shot :)
possible triggers: violence, alcohol, manipulation, cursing, mention of blood and injuries, light choking and bondage, there's gonna be smut, death, mention of mental health (might add more as i'm writing this, just know there will be heavy topics, please only read this story if you feel comfortable and safe enough to do so. and don't forget, this story and its characters are all imaginary)
I ran through the rain with my umbrella, looking desperately for any sign of Hyunjin. Minho had called me saying that he and Seungmin had walked in on him cutting himself and that he had ran away right afterward. I needed to find him before he caught a cold. It was raining so hard that it was hard to see anything and the sound of the rain hitting my surroundings was beginning to feel extremely overwhelming.
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Hyunjin struggles with urges he tries his hardest to keep to himself, Bottling them up until they were more than he could bear, then breaking. It was a cycle no one in the group had seemed to notice yet. They neglected to notice the tears, the anger. They turned the other cheek without knowing when he was so close to balling his eyes out. It wasn't that they didn't care, he knew that if they knew what was going on they'd help. He didn't want help.
Felix has been having nightmares every night for a while now, each ending with someone he loved dying. the dreams were becoming more and more vivid, and almost every one of them ended in suicide. Felix was becoming paranoid, constantly checking on everyone he could to make sure that they were ok, he was scared.
!!!LISTEN UP PEOPLE!!!
This story is obviously going to contain some pretty sensitive topics like self-harm and suicide, so if either of these trigger you, please don't read. I don't want anyone getting hurt.