💓

"please, don't leave me."

hyunjin smiled at seungmin's pleading. i won't ever leave you.

"why would i leave you seungmin? ever since you came into my life, you've been bringing me nothing but joy. you make feel like i actually have a purpose to live now when i didn't have one before."

seungmin turned the taller around to look at him. "w-what do you mean? you've been wanting to die before i met you?" seungmin spoke softly with a disappointed expression on his face. hyunjin nodded, and smiled sadly as he rolled up his left sleeve. seungmin widened his eyes and almost cried at what he saw.

there were about three scars below his wrist, all of which seemed to be old. they didn't seem to be treated well, as the cut was still opened.

"seungmin, please don't worry... i don't do it anymore. it's a waste of time, and besides, ever since i met jisung he's been trying to help me shape myself back into the happy person i used to be before that." hyunjin said, caressing seungmin's hands and rubbing his palms with his thumbs.

seungmin stared straight into hyunjin's eyes, almost getting lost in them. "but still... i didn't know you used to feel this way! y/n-(y)ah told me to come to you so that i could help deal with your problems!"

"is that so?" hyunjin questioned. seungmin nodded a little too quickly that he almost felt a small headache forming. hyunjin stiffled a little giggle from happening, whilst seungmin's face began to flush a pastel pink colour.

not that hyunjin was complaining though, seungmin looked cute when he was embarrassed.

after recollecting himself seungmin got off of the bed and dashed into their bathroom, leaving hyunjin to feel the cold wind brush upon him as he was no longer enveloped in seungmin's warmth. hyunjin pouted, and started to yell at seungmin for leaving so abruptly.

meanwhile...

"it suddenly just got so quiet!" jisung said, slightly frustrated by the calming atmosphere that surrounded hyunjin's apartment. jisung was currently by hyunjin's bedroom door, listening to the soon-to-be-dating two's conversation.

jisung, being the dramatic bitch he was, cried a little bit when he remembered that hyunjin had past struggles with his self-esteem.

jisung was hyunjin's bootleg therapist. hyunjin didn't feel the need to go to a medical professional; so whenever he hurt him self intentionally or accidentally, jisung would be by hyunjin's side with a first aid kit.

woojin, who happened to pass by jisung on the way back to the kitchen, rolled his eyes and threw whatever he had in his hand (which was his phone, ouch). jisung winced in pain as the corner of woojin's phone hit his head, and curled up into a fetal position on the cold wooden floor.

felix, who also happened to pass by jisung (but was on the way to the living room), laughed and threw an ice pack towards jisung's direction.

no one knew where the ice pack came from, but felix shrugged his shoulders at the questioning look that woojin gave him.

and to top this bullshit off, jisung had failed to catch the ice pack. it made a direct hit at his stomach, and jisung groaned really loudly at the incoming pain.

minho, who seemed to be awoken by jisung's loud groans, shot up from the couch and dashed straight to jisung's side; feeling nothing but concern and worry for the younger.

"jisung, are you okay?" minho asked yawning. it was evident that minho still hadn't fully awoken from his sleep on the couch, and jisung was thankful that minho didn't see jisung's gaydar piping hot (regardless of how badly he was injured).

"no, not really... i feel a migraine forming because of woojin's stupid phone hitting my head, and i feel like i'm gonna throw up—"

"whoa whoa whoa! hold that thought han jisung, i'm going to take you straight to the bathroom!" minho exclaimed, swooping up jisung from the floor effortlessly after cutting off jisung's nauseating thought.

and suddenly, the apartment was dead silent.

well, not really; after hyunjin opened the door to his room, he was tackled to the floor by a hyperactive jeongin who left felix to play monopoly on the xbox on his own.

hyunjin's back hit the floor first, causing him to scream in agony and curl up into a ball. seungmin, who was about to be in hyunjin's position, dragged jeongin across the floor and into the room that felix was in.

after doing so, seungmin skipped back to hyunjin and picked him up bridal style back to their bedroom to tend to his injuries.

now, the apartment was silent.

and woojin was never as confused as he was right now.

"my god, what just went down in here?"

—

word count; 805

i don't know what went through my mind while writing this skskks

+ thank you for the 600+ reads!! i might put the rest of the room scene in a bonus chapter, but that won't be until the end of the book!! (not sure when the ending is, i don't have a set plot for this story lmao)

++ happy birthday to me and hyunjin uwu

~ hana