I completely forgot why I always wear those hoodies
They are comfortable, of course
But that's not it
"Minho,"
"Why would you do something like this to yourself?"
Jisung was looking at all the cuts I've made on myself
His eyes full of pain
They were glossy
Why do you look so sad?
It's me who has done this
It was my decision to do so
You shouldn't be sad
"Jisung, don't question it. Just treat me and I'll go"
"You think I'll let you go in such a state?"
"You'll stay here for a while to recover."
Jisung was persistent in not letting me go
I don't understand why he would want me around
Jisung, you don't always have to pity me
"Okay then. I'll stay till I recover. I don't want to burden you or anything."
"Where will you go then?"
"Surely not back to my father. I might just stay on the streets or go to a friend."
"If you're going to be on the streets then you can better stay here and you'll go to a friend? Am I not one?"
I fucked up
"I don't see you as a friend, Jisung."
That was an even worse response
Someone shoot me please
Jisung
You just mean a lot more to me than a friend
I really don't want to burden you with my presence
I must be annoying at times
Aren't I?
"Okay,"
Is what he said
I hurt him
It was all over his face
I'm sure he was trying to hold in his tears
After that he didn't look once into my eyes
After he treated me completely
He brought me to his room
And helped me lay down on his bed
He wanted to leave
But I probably won't sleep until I fix my mistake
So I grabbed his wrist
"Can you stay till I fall asleep...?"
He stayed silent
But he sat on the edge of the bed
Jisung
Please stay
My hand traveled down from his wrist to his hand
His hand was of comforting warmth
I held his hand and interlaced our fingers
I could feel him tense up
But in the end he held my hand tight
Giving it a few squeezes here and there