Until the end of the World - Minsung

A year later

In this world, every other person is similar but built differently. Every story and experience makes someone one individual, and just one different variable could change the entire equation.

And that was exactly the case for Jisung and Minho. They both had very similar tastes, lived in the same place and had the same education for years.

But something was making a huge difference between them : their traumas.

Jisung was never loved before. His 'parents' treated him like shit and didn't care one second for his safety. They sold him, breaking something in him that would rest unrepairable for his whole life. That is what led Jisung to his decision. He left behind his friends, his responsibilities and the man he loved because it was the only rational decision he could think of. When Minho got mad at him, nothing made sense for him anymore. He lives with the thought that he isn't and would never be enough, because he wasn't enough for his own family. He left because he knew he caused trouble, and he doesn't want to be a burden anymore. His only way of processing things is avoiding them, that's the only way he knows how to protect himself.

In Minho's world, it is different. He was loved and he experienced loving someone. He loved his family with his whole heart, a heart that was shattered into pieces when they were cruelly taken away from him. His broken heart has been burning since, his often outbursts being his only way of expressing himself on the pain he has been feeling. He was deeply scarred, which made him scared, terrified even, of the thought of losing someone again.

The day he insulted Jisung, Minho wasn't seeing Jisung, he was seeing an individual that took away from him the only way of cooling down his burning core. But when he came back to his senses, and saw that it was Jisung actually, Minho was too late, he lost him, and it was his fault.

And that was his last straw.

Since Jisung left, Minho wasn't the same. He looked dead inside, he didn't have the strength to fight anymore, he was trying to survive his own demons. He wanted two simple things in his life: keeping the ones he loved close to him and accomplishing his desire of revenge. But he failed both.

Minho wasn't going on missions anymore. They tried to send him but he always put himself in dangerous situations, as if he was asking to be killed. He wasn't working out daily, his friends tried to make him but the boy never ate correctly and he fainted repeatedly due to weakness.

The only thing that hasn't changed was that he would always go to sleep with the boy he loved in his mind.

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Minho wakes up slowly on his bed. He opened his eyes and saw the sun shining outside. At least his day would be less shitty. He hoped so.

His pillow was soaked with tears, again. He had a new habit of nightmares and breakdowns during the night, sometimes turning into panic attacks. His sleep schedule was fucked up.

He decided to wear something comfy and go walk around the city. Maybe the feeling of the sun kissing his skin would make him feel a bit alive.

He went out of his dorm, crossing some people that looked at him with pity. Minho was tired of pity. He deserved none of it.

He exited Center and walked around the city, for an hour or so, just walking and thinking. His face always looked neutral, no one actually knew how to read him.

He was always hard to read, there were a few people who were able to do it in the past. Maybe Chaer and Chan. But Minho did everything in his power to put some distance between him and them. He knew they wanted to help him and he knew they could, but that's the exact reason why he didn't want them to come to him. He didn't want help, he wanted to suffer, it was his punition and he wanted to live through it.