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minho kang

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Give me your loneliness and I'll give you mine

trigger warning: absence + atonic seizures
+ mention of blood

Returning back to school always brought its stresses; trying to get back into routine, preparing for future assignments and exams, and mentally preparing yourself for the many hours of study that was to come over the next few months. And after the death of someone so close and dear to you, one would only assume those stress levels would be tiptoeing into an unlocked territory.

As much as he tried to cover up his grieving, there was always something that was going to give it away. Much like at the funeral, Minho was finding himself experiencing cluster spells; ones he was unable to predict, and ones that were beginning to interrupt the class. The first few days, he had his odd couple of absence seizures. Nothing new, and nothing out of the ordinary. But as the days progressed, they were becoming more frequent and longer. Large chunks of lectures would be over in a blink of an eye, and he found himself unable to recall anything that had happened in class.

It was a full nine days after Jake’s funeral that he had his first drop seizure in class. The class had been so focused on the lecture that you could hear a pin drop in between their teacher taking a moment to pause and reflect on his words or to take a sip of water. So, of course, the sound of Minho’s head slamming up against his desk was enough to scare the living daylights out of those within the classroom. Many of those who were unaware of his condition sniggered behind his back, saying how fully it had been that Minho had fallen asleep in class.

On day ten, he had his first scary drop seizure within the classroom. A reminder flickered upon his phone as he began to climb up the stairs to take his seat. It gave a kick to the brain, remembering back to a conversation he had with Brooke a few nights prior. He had promised he would come over and help to clean the house before Jake’s parents came, ensuring that there wasn’t anything too far fetched that would ruin the perceived image they had of their son. With a heavy sigh, he had gone to place his phone back into his pocket as he anticipated to finally find a spot to sit down for the lecture. That’s when it went all dark. He had missed all the signs, his brain filled with fog due to the lack of sleep and ongoing stress of life. Minho folded like a lawn chair mid step as he climbed up the stairs, with his temple colliding against the corner of one of the student tables.

When he came around again, the first thing that ran through his mind was how embarrassing. Students and the lecturer gathered around to make sure he was okay, and another student pressed a handful of tissues up against his now busted eyebrow. After a few calls, the lecturer managed to find a DSPS counsellor who was free to sit with Minho outside of the class room to double check him out and unsure he was okay to go. How embarrassing. As she conducted her investigations, ensuring that he was feeling ok and making sure the bleeding was healing up, Minho sat there in utter horror. He was filled to the brim with a concoction of negative emotions; embarrassed, ashamed, frustrated and regret. It didn’t help that she then began to ask him questions about his condition. Questioned if he was getting regular sleep, taking time to relax and reduce stress, and avoiding all his major triggers. He simply responded with a nod and a yes to her.

Well. That was a big fat lie.

Since Jake’s passing, he had been finding it quite hard to fall asleep at night. It led him to often going for a walk to try and calm his mind down and tire himself out. The walks started off as just half an hour strolls, and then progressed to an hour, and then from a walk to a gradual jog. And now, he was finding himself running around at night for almost up to two to three hours. While it was great for a form of fitness, it really didn’t help with his sleep pattern and for that very reason, he was still finding it hard to get those good old recommended seven to eight hours of sleep. Instead, he found himself being able to maintain an average of three to four hours. But hey, at least it was something, right?

He managed to get out of any futher conversations with the counsellor and was asked by the lecturer to rest for the remaining of the class. After the lecture, it was finally home time. Which meant it was time to finally go and help Brooke. He tried his absolute best not to think about the impending doom of what he might find in his friend’s house. After all, he had no clue that his friend had been engaging in any sort of illegal antics. When he discovered that Jake had passed from an overdose, he was in complete denial and shock of it all. In fact, he still was. There was no way their Jake took hard core drugs like that. Sure, maybe some weed here and there. But he had never actually truly witnessed his friend on anything else. It just wasn’t Jake to be like that.

Minho arrived at his friend’s place, giving her door a knock to announce his presence. There was no answer at first. Odd, but maybe she had already started cleaning things up and was far back into the house that she didn’t hear him. So, another knock on the door. It seemed to do the trick as the door gradually came to an open and there stood Brooke. She had seen much better days. A whiff of alcohol swung with the door, causing his eyes to instantly water and his nose hair to curl. His brow threatened to frown but not before the twang of pain ran through his temple; a reminder of today’s little activities within the classroom. But there she stood, looking like and smelling like she had seen much better days.

Well… This was awkward.

Kang Minho was not one of those people who was good at providing any form of comfort. Emotions made him uncomfortable and in his mind, it was just better to leave things unsaid. After all, you don’t want to cause any more harm, right? So, he always opted to keep those emotions deep down, buried away so no one could see them. So no one had to feel as uncomfortable as he did. After a brief moment of just gazing down at his friend, Minho finally opened his mouth to speak. “Hey…” he said slowly, fearing if he spoke any louder or quicker it would set off some sort of bomb. “How- uh… I… Where do you want to start?”

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