TAE’S DAYS WERE BECOMING LONGER, he hadn’t slept in five days straight. he doesn’t know if that’s involving everything going or the fact that his body’s getting used to having no medication because he flushed it all. a frown tugs at his lips as he lays on the floor just next to his bed. it’s becoming an increasingly alarming thing for him to do. just lay on the floor. his bed doesn’t make him comfortable right now, nothing does. minnie’s bed might, but then again, why would min want him in his bed ? the thought makes him tear up and he starts to get emotional without even trying too. but he needs to get up because he needs to shower, and probably go practice, maybe not in that order. because he hasn’t practiced today and he knows he needs to do it. even if he is alone when he does it. once up and out of his room, he rubs his overly tired eyes as he pushes the door to the bathroom open. at first tae doesnt see him. until he does and his doe eyes go as wide as saucers. “ minnie what the fuck are you doing ? ! “ he cries rushing at him to try and grab at him.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. unlike taesong, every moment he had a small moment, he would spend it asleep. especially because what was the purpo se to even stay awake in such reality ? like that morning, his phone didn’t stop ringing from their manager, because he was missing schedules and he couldn’t care less. how his head was wrapped under the blankets and his eyes shut while he curled himself in a ball, trying to go back to sleep. because even if it was a nightmare, it was less painful than what he felt. the isolation only seemed to increase every passing day, especially after the fuss with cheol and he didn’t felt like he deserved to be helped by taesong. after all, taemin was the reason for the whole situation. and he himself was the only reason. irregular breathing made him lift from his bed, old black tee and sweats covering his small body as he turned to his desk and took something from it. it had been a while since he turned to this, but that day … he was feeling it. no, that day the pain he felt was chocking him, he needed to feel so sort of relief, some sort of pain … other sorts of pain. he paced slowly towards the bathroom and thought he locked the door. his eyes didn’t even rise to the mirror, not being able to even face himself as he climbed and sat in the bathtub, pushing the water open to flood the bathtub. water. that would make him feel better, right ? it took him a few moments, eyes staring into the water before he slid the first time. almost instantly he saw everything red, head leaning against the wall as he felt his pain targetted at something else. less painful. a soft sigh left his lips as he slid again, tainted skin and now tainted water. he didn’t even hear the door opening, only really getting startled at the scream, eyes rising widened at other “ —— tae … ” he mumbles, slow reflexions not being able to make himself aware of everything around him.
TAESONG’S EYES ARE TEARFUL AND HE almost screeches again as he grabs taemin’s wrist. “ don’t tae me, what are you doing ? ! “ he asks, his voice thick with emotion. he’s not sure if it’s the emotion he was feeling before or the realisation of what taemin was TRYING to do. he shifts and he looks at the water, and he shakes his head. he forgets ALL his previous pain, and thoughts of self destruction gone because the only thing that matters is taemin. “ come on. come out of the bath okay. . . “ he breathes, trying to keep any panic from rising. he puts his arms into the overflowing tub and lifts taemin out. he’s upset, he’s angry. once he’s out he sets taemin down on the toilet. he’s glad no one is there. his larger hands move to cup the other boys cheeks. “ look at me. “ he whispers. “ why .... “ he breathes out. he shakes his head because he can’t comprehend but he CAN understand. he doesn’t want to be angry at him. he knows he can’t. his thumbs brush his cheeks and he shifts taking ahold of his arms. “ do not move from here, okay ? i’m gonna get the first aid kit. sit where you are, or go to my room please. “ he doean’t care that all his blankets and covers are scattered over the floor or that HE in general is a mess. he’s not fine. he’s got no meds and he feels like he’s at breaking point himself, he’s exhausted. “ in fact. “ he breathes and he pulls the plug on the water and he moves lifting him up, not caring if he complains about it. he takes taemin to his room, and he undresses him. putting his own clothes, a large shirt that practically drowns taemin and a pair of boxers. “ stay here. “ he frowns. he grabs a towel and the first air kit and comes back sets everything down and he stands in front of him, tilting the other boy’s head up and he begins drying his shoulders and the back of his hair.once he’s done he sits the towel down and he sits in front of taemin, concentrating as he starts cleaning him up. it’s some how got a deja vu type of feel to this whole thing about it but this is different. he cleans him up and he sits back on the floor. staring at the other boys arm and he bites into his lip. he snaps out of it and he finally shifts onto a bed he hasn’t slept in, in days, and he lays min back and he tucks the boys chin and he holds him close. not saying anything. “ i love you. “ he whispers. “ don’t take yourself away from me. “ he whispers out again and he holds him closer. “ don’t leave me, i know i’ve not been good to you this last week, i’ve not been there for you, i’m sorry. you need someone there, because you’re hurting too, and i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, minnie. “ he sobs.
