Weak
Title: Weak
Pairing: MinKey
Rating: PG 15 (Cursing)
Summary: Minho tired and tried to heal the poor boy, even though he didn’t know what to do.
(Another part to Broken )
Minho lies back by the door as he watches the poor boy.
He lays there on his bed without a single move or word out of him. His tears finally stop in the 2 days prior. But Minho doesn’t think he’s stop, more like he just ran out.
Minho watches him in the distance as he’s in bed. Key doesn’t look or even acknowledges him even though he knows he’s watching him, but Minho doesn’t mind it.
Even without really looking up close, he could see the puffiness in his eyes, the fluff in his cheek, the red irritation on his skin and the sorrow in his heart.
He was broken.
Minho couldn’t help anymore of just watching and finally goes inside.
“Key, hungry?”
Of course his only answer would only be the silence.
He places the small table on his lap. “I have toast and eggs for you”
Still no answer.
He brings a chair to have him some company while he ate, but Key made no move to do so.
Minho watches him keep his eyes looking at the silent TV. He wasn’t so sure if the boy was even hungry to begin with, but the rumble in his stomach said otherwise.
“Ah, come on Key, ah?” Minho tired. He pushes his food closer to him, but Key paid no mind.
“Fine, then I guess I have to feed you then” he slowly breaks apart some of the bread and holds it out in front of his lips. “Come on” he says slowly.
Key slowly opens his mouth and takes the piece inside. He chews it slowly and thoroughly before he swallows.
Minho lets out a weak smile and feeds him another.
“Hey”
Minho says as he closes the door behind him. He kicks off his shoes and head towards to the boy that was seated on the couch, where he had his blanket that was covering his feet and a large bucket of chocolate cookie dough ice cream on his lap.
He looks up and hums in response.
“Campaign just came out, wanna watch it?”
He shrugs and goes back into licking the rest of his ice cream covered spoon.
Minho pops in the DVD and goes to sit by the boy.
Key scooches over and lets Minho in the covers with him. They cover up together as their eyes were locking on to the screen in front of them.
Only an hour into the movie, Minho cradles Key harder into his chest as the poor boy cries out more of his tears.
His fingers sooths his back and they rub so gently on his skin.
“Why would he take her back? Why?!” he cries harshly.
Minho mentally kicks himself harder as he whispers more sweet words to calm down the crying boy in his arms.
‘Who would have thought a movie about 2 idiots running for vice-president, had a fucking love story’
Minho enters his house with the groceries in his hands. He looks up to see who he thought was on the couch, but wasn’t there.
“Key?” he calls out.
The silence started to make his chest feel heavy,
He goes to the boy’s room. “Key?”
He wasn’t there.
He drops the groceries in his hands and runs again to the kitchen, the bathroom, his room. “Key?!” he yells out.
But the boy was still nowhere to be found.
His heart started to beat so fast and hard, he could feel it in his ears, the drums beating faster and faster.
Minho gets his phone and tries to call him.
The number you have reached is not avai-
“Fuck!”
He grew tired of trying to inhale through his nose and keep calm. He started pacing around his living room as his breathe rates increased. He grips his hair in his hands and threatens to rip it all out. He tries again and again to call the boy, but still the same result.
He looks back at the groceries on the floor, he leans his phone on his shoulder as he starts to pick them up. His eyes glance back at the shoes by the door. He realizes one of Key’s is missing.
He drops them back on the ground and grabs his jacket and keys, and runs back outside.
He holds on to his skin tighter into his jacket as he walks. Well, barely.
He swallows the vomit and bitter smell into his mouth and keep his feet moving. He brings the bottle up to his lip and takes another sip and then brings it back into hiding in his jacket again.
He stumbles as he tries to keep his body standing, moving onto the sidewalk.
What makes him so good? What makes him so worth being cheated with? He thought. How dare he? How dare them!?
Wasn’t he supposed to be my boyfriend?! Wasn’t’ he supposed to be my best friend?!
He starts to rub his temples with the bottle in his hands, as the pain began to hit. And the only thing that was taking away his pain, his confusion, his heart, was the alcohol.
He looks up to the street that brought the tears to his eyes. The same street he and his ex- boyfriend use to walk through.
Key took another sip of his bottle and stumbled his way through.
He looks at the passing stores and restaurants he went to. Remembering the past places and dates he’s been to. He walks and walks till his reaches the front window of the place he knew the best.
It was the café they first met.
The place where they first learn so much about each other, first held hands, even where they had their first kiss. It was their place they could both call their own. They’d always go there together, either to talk or just to spend time with each other.
He knew this place always meant so much to Jonghyun. He knew he’d always be here, no matter what the boy ever faced through; he knew he would always be there.
And from looking at the front window, he wasn’t alone either.
Key watches them from the outside, watches them talk, drink, kiss, just like the times he once did.
His eyes started to burn as he watched Taemin laugh and lean up against Jonghyun. His ears felt like bursting when he heard them laugh. And the bitterness in his heart grew black as the blood in his veins boiled.
He hated them.
And he hated the fact that they were happy.
And he just could stand it anymore.
He watches him pay their bill as they both got up to take their leave. He helps Taemin into his small jacket, the one He gave him for his last birthday.
He watches them share a kiss and lace their hands together and exit the café.
Key watches them take their leave, and just as they are about to head off, Taemin caught his eye.
“Key?”
The smile on Jonghyun’s face wipes off as soon as he looks at the boy.
“Oh, a… Hi… Key…”
“Hi?” he scoffs. “Is that all you need to say to me? Hi?”
Neither of them said anything.
“So that’s how it’s going to be, you’re not going to say anything?!”
Jonghyun raises his brow. “Key, are you drunk?”
“Is that what you’re worried about right now?! Gee thanks Jonghyun I’ve been swell!”
He sighs. “Key go home, you’re drunk.”
“YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!” he points at him.
“I’m not trying to be, I’m just telling you should go before you make a bigger fool of yourself”
Key laughs, he laughs hard and loud at the statement thrown in front of him.
“Fool?” he laughs. “I’m already the fool Jonghyun, don’t you remember? I HELP MY BEST FRIEND HOOK UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND! HOW MUCH OF A BIGGER FOOL COULD I BE AFTER SOMETHING LIKE THAT??!!!!!”
His eye caught the grip on Jonghyun’s hand get tighter. He glares at the sight.
Taemin moves up to say something. “Key… Please jus-“
“STAY OUT OF IT HOMERECKER!”
“Don’t talk to him like that!” Jonghyun yells at him.
“Oh? This is new?” he smirks. “You defend your boyfriends now Jonghyun? Oh, this is just rich” Key takes another sip of his drink.
“Key I understand that your mad, you have all right to be.” He moves Taemin behind him. “But don’t take it out on him, this is all my fault, it has nothing to do with him”
“IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH HIM! EVERYTHING! HE CAUSED THIS! HE FUCKED EVERYTHING UP BETWEEN US, JONGHYUN!”
“KEY!”
They look back and watch Minho make it through the crowed they didn’t even know gathered.
“Key, I’ve been looking for you everywhere”
Key paid no mind to him and continues to glares at the scared boy.
“You fucked up everything I had! You even took my boyfriend, the man I loved, away from me! You were supposed to be my friend, you were supposed to my best friend!”
Taemin had tears in his eyes as the drunken boy spoke. “Key I’m sorry, I’m so so sor-ry!” he choked.
“Key just go!” Jonghyun tell him.
“FUCK YOU KIM JONGHYUN!” he takes the bottle in his hands and throws it at their feet. “FUCK YOU!” He yells at them.
They both flinch at the sight.
Key was about to launch at the couple till Minho finally was holding him back. He starts to pull the boy back so that they can get away.
“Mark my words Taemin, this will come back to you, this all will come back to get you!” he yells out.
Minho grabs both his wrist and starts to pull him to his car.
“Key please, I-I miss us being friends! Please Key, I’m so sor-“
“WE WILL NEVER GO BACK TO THAT! YOU WILL NEVER BE MY BEST FRIEND! AND I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!” He yells back at the boy.
Taemin watches the rage in Key’s eyes, and by the sound of his voice, he knew he meant it.
Minho finally pulls him inside his car and closes the door on him. Key tries to open the door, only for it to be lock. Minho rushes to his seat and starts the car.
Key rolls down the window and looks back at the couple in front of him.
“Just remember one thing Lee Taemin; just like he did it to me, he will do it to you!”
Minho drove off into the silent night hoping that the boy behind him will finally come to his sense.
Key stumbles in rage as he stomp his way in. He tries to close the door behind him, but Minho caught it before it could even slam. Looking back at his roommate only caused him to get angrier. After rushing to take off his shoes, he runs to his room.
“Key!” Minho yells at him.
Key continues to ignore him, his about to close his door, before Minho stops it before it closes.
“Key, open the door” he fights.
Key clinches his teeth together and tries harder to close his door but he knew Minho was stronger.
“Key please, stop this!”
Minho finally makes it through, by pushing his way in. Key falls on to the floor as the door finally opens.
“Get out!” he yells. “GET OUT, GET OUT NOW!!”
Minho stares at him as he was catching his breath. He could see so much rage, anger, in the boy eyes, but he knew deep down, deep down inside, it was a lot more than that.
“Key…” Minho steps closer and kneels down in front of him.
“No! Get away! No! NO!” he yells.
He tries to pull himself out of Minho as he pulls him closer into his chest. He starts to punch on his chest as he holds in close.
“No, g-get away, M-Minho g-g-et aw-“
Key finally stops fighting and lets it go.
A/N: Just a little continuation of Broken, it came to mind that i should write another part to our poor MinKey, who knows, I might make another one after this one....
Comments are always welcome :)
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