Free Fall | Minsung ?

Minho was in his room on his phone. He was feeling perfectly fine until a sudden wave of loneliness hit. He saw a video about a boy graduating, his parents smiling by his side.

Damn that hurt.

Minho tried his best to distract himself from his feelings. There was a cold, pressure like feeling in his throat. But Minho couldn't cry. It was stupid to cry over a video. Except he wasn't feeling like this because of the video.

Minho couldn't say he missed his parents love because he simply never got it in the first place. Just seeing that video reminded him.

Even though he had tears in his eyes, Minho refused to let them fall. The last time he's truly cried was a few years ago.

- December 2018-
"Kid get your ass downstairs!" His mother screamed. Minho was only ten at this time. Minho rushed as fast as he could downstairs. It was December. He could hear rain hit the roof.

"Yes mom..?" Minho timidly stood in front of both his parents.

"Don't call me that. Did you seriously get in trouble at school again?!" She continued to yell.

"It...it wasn't my fault!" Minho tried to explain, but he couldn't over his mother's yelling.

"Stupid ass kids." His father muttered as he grabbed Minho by the wrist and led him to the backyard. Minho was struggling to fight back.

His father opened the back door and swung Minho outside, causing his little body to fall on the gravel.

"You can come back in tomorrow. We won't have an ungrateful child in our house." His father said and shut the door before Minho could even explain the situation.

That day at lunchtime, Minho was simply eating his food. It was a pretty terrible lunch though. Minho always had to pack his own lunches. On this day, a boy came up and decided to bother Minho.

He said mean things about Minhos lunch and continued to try and grab the food from him. Minho tried to get him to stop verbally but it didn't work so Minho shoved him. The kid fell to the floor and started to cry, catching a teachers attention. Minho got a long lecture in the office.

Now Minho was outside in the cold winter night. His elbow was bleeding from the impact. Minho got under the little sliver of cover that the roof gave him and rested his back on the door. He brand his knees up to his chest and hid his head in them.

Little Minho started to cry and cry. He cried for at least an hour before it tired him out. Minho went to sleep on the cold ground, soaking wet.

-Present Time-

Minho just continued going on his phone with a heavy heart. He didn't like remembering anything about his parents. Something about that specific day just really messed Minho up.

He couldn't think positively of himself anymore. Every time after that day instead of crying when he made a mistake or got yelled at, he would just hit himself. Just on the arm. Ten years old.

Things will be better when I'm gone.

His mind was stuck believing that if he just died everything would be okay. It would be over.

Minho already planned it all out. He was going to leave messages for all his friends, which he already pre-typed. Then he would make his way to the city. Minho was going to go in this random hotel he found online and go up to the roof. That's where he will die.

I mean.. nobody would really care that he was gone though. His friends had each other, his parents simply wouldn't care, Jisung... what about him?

What would Jisung do if Minho killed himself? Minho didn't want to send Jisung into a spiral of worse depression than he already was in. Jisung didn't deserve that.

Live just a bit longer.

***

Jisung stared at his phone. Eventually he got the courage to text Minho.

MINHO

Hey Minho it's Jisung😋
I know I just left but do you wanna go
do something?

MINHO:
Like what?

I don't really know but frankly I
don't really care.🤷

Meet me at my house then.
We can go do something.

YAY!
Ty Minhoooo🙏😝
Be there in a few!!

Jisung set the phone down and wiped his tears. Acting so happy when he wasn't was exhausting. Jisung changed into a diffrent hoodie that wasn't stained red on the sleeves.

Jisungs wounds had stopped bleeding but one wrong move and they would reopen. So Jisung was careful. He grabbed his phone and rushed out the house, eager to see Minho.

***

Jisung saw Minho on his front porch waiting. Minho looked up from his phone to see Jisung with a big smile. Jisungs smile was contagious. Minho smirked as he walked over.

"Do you know where we are going?" Jisung asked as he just walked alongside Minho.

"Nope." Minho shrugged.

"Fine with me."

They walked into a more popular part of town where there was many stores. A cafe caught Jisungs eye. He grabbed Minhos sleeve to stop him from walking.

"Minho let's go there!" Jisung pointed.

"Alright let's go." Minho let Jisung lead the way. Jisung continued to hold onto Minhos sleeve lightly. Minho smirked seeing the hand on his sleeve.

They got inside and sat down at a table in the corner. It was a cute little cafe.

"What do you want?" Minho asked Jisung. Jisung contemplated while looking at the menu.

"Uhhh... no clue. You pick for me."

"Alright." Minho stood up to go order at the counter. Jisung watched as Minho ordered and pulled his wallet out to pay.

"I could have payed!" Jisung lightly whined as Minho sat back down.

"It's okay." Minho slightly laughed at Jisungs cuteness.

"So what did you order me?"

"You will see. Be patient." Minho felt Jisung kick him slightly under the table.

"Ughhhh fineee..." Jisung pouted.

"Cute." Minho let the words slip out. But he didn't really regret it. Seeing Jisungs eyes widen while his face got red was funny.

"Wha- I'm- uh- " Jisung stuttered. Why did that make him so flustered? He felt his heart beat faster, especially after seeing the smug look Minho had on his face.

"Flustered from one simple word?"

"Shut the fuck up." Jisung hid his face in his arms that were rested on the table. Minho continued to smile at Jisung. Soon enough their order came out and Minho went to retrieve it.

Jisung brought his head back up when he heard a plate being set down next to his head. Jisung looked up and saw a cake pop and a matcha drink. Jisung instantly smiled.

Minho admired Jisung. He didn't know why.

How can I kill myself and just leave him..?

A/N: yuh yuh yuh