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Another bottle cap popped off, another soju bottle emptied.
And Minho was just getting started as he opened his second bottle of soju.
Until his phone distracted him. He had muted all notifications and ringtones except for one.
That one had popped up, displaying his lover, no matter what anyone said. His love was calling him.
Minho quickly cradled his phone in his hand, almost as if it would break if he didn't treat it preciously, pressing the accept button with the gentlest touch.
"Hello?" Minho's voice was soft, almost a whisper.
A whimper was heard at the other end.
"Hannie?" Minho tried, slightly urgent to possibly hear the voice he hadn't heard in so long.
"Minho?" Jisung's voice was rough and broken but Minho couldn't be happier to hear it even as the other didn't include honorifics.
"Yeah Hannie, it's me," Minho breathed, relieved it was actually Jisung and not someone else (possibly wanting to yell at him again).
"It hurts," Hannie's voice broke with a small sniffle, Minho's heart cracked a little more at the sound.
"What hurts Hannie?" Minho urged Jisung to speak, worried that his love was in actual pain and needed him.
"My chest.." Oh. Minho's heart has fully broken now as Jisung cries over the phone. "Please hyung, it hurts so bad.."
"It's okay Hannie, it'll be okay," Minho tries to soothe the younger with his voice but the cries just continue to grow.
"I'm scared, what if it doesn't stop hurting?" As Jisung aired his fear, Minho felt a tear slide down his cheek. "Hyung, please.. Why?"
"You'll be okay Hannie," Minho's voice cracked as he struggled to maintain himself. "Hyung promises it'll be okay,"
"Hyung doesn't keep his promises though," Jisung whispered weakly.
"No.. Hyung doesn't," Minho didn't in the past, why would another promise be different?
"It hurts," Jisung wheezed. "It won't stop-" A sob echoed through the phone.
Minho could feel the tears slowly falling down his cheeks, the buzz of alcohol affecting his mind. Able to just imagine how Jisung possibly looks at the moment.
Swamped in most likely Chan's hoodie and sweats, they would have thrown away Minho's clothing that was left with Jisung by now. He would be curled into a tight ball, hands clutching at his chest, tears down his face as he tries to hide his face in his knees.
The sorrow, the hurt, the pain covering his face, all due to Minho's reckless and selfish actions.
"I'm sorry Hannie.. Hyung is so sorry," Minho chokes out, trying to keep his own sobs at bay as his chest squeezes in pain.
"Why hyung?" Minho visibly shook his head even if the younger couldn't see him. "What was wrong with me?"
"Jisung.." Minho hissed weakly. "Please- don't.."
"I tried.. I tried so hard-!" Jisung's voice cut off with a loud sob.
"Please stop.." Minho begged, his bottom lip trembling.
"I loved you," Jisung whispered, broken and weak.
"I love you Hannie, so much," Minho meant it but it didn't even sound truthful to his own ears.
"Then why? Was I not good enough?" Jisung snapped suddenly before being overtaken by softly crying.
"You were perfect," Minho's eyes squeezed, his head now pounding as he breathed out.
"Then why? What did he have that I didn't?" Minho just shook his head, he didn't have an answer. "It hurts so bad, hyung.."
Jisung didn't speak again as his end was just filled with the younger bawling into a pillow.
Minho's legs lifted up to his chest as he buried his face in his hands, biting his lip to muffle his own sobs as his tears just poured down his face. The sounds of Jisung crying over the phone filled his ears, it was the worst sounds he would ever hear, but he deserved it. "Hyung is sorry.. Hyung is so sorry Hannie.."
He deserved the pain, and more.