darling // minsung

30 the bet

Jisung was weaving himself in and out through the crowd. Until he accidentally bumped into someone and spilled his drink all over them. Shit, that's going to leave a stain.

"I'm so sorry about your clothes," He bowed to apologize. "I would love to stay and help but I'm needed somewhere."

As Jisung spun on his heels, about to leave, he was pulled back. "Where do you think you're going, princess?"

The tone, the voice, the nickname, all it- sent shivers down Jisung's spine. He's here, right now, at this ball, and I'm in his arms. Fucking hell.

"I'm sorry sir, but you have mistaken me for someone else. If you can please let go of me, that'll be nice, thank you."

"Oh, but Hannie, it is indeed you- my little princess." His grip tightened.

Jisung's breath hitched. His hands started to shake, and his legs were about to give up. "I think you had quite a lot to drink today, sir. You've mistaken me-"

The man left no room for Jisung to retaliate. He placed a hand over Jisung's mouth and dragged him into an alleyway. Brutally slamming the small male against the walls. It was harsh enough to cause Jisung's earpiece and brooch to fall off. Seeing his accessory on the ground, Jisung was about to pick it up, but it was crushed underneath the man's foot. The man wrapped his hands around Jisung's neck.

"You can't fool me Peter." He said as his grip tightened with every word. "Oh, wait, let me correct myself- it's Jisung, right?"

Jisung was gasping for air, trying to pry out of the male's arms. "I don't know w-who you're t-talking about."

The man released his grip, allowing Jisung to fall onto the ground, coughing for air. He wasted no time and kicked Jisung in the abdomen. He then grabbed Jisung's collar and hoisted him up, slamming him back onto the wall.

"Oh, my little princess." He mocked. "Like I've said- you can't fool me."

"Ah, I've been caught," Jisung felt a wave of confidence soar through his body, as he looked the male in the eyes, and scoffed. "Can you let go? You're wrinkling my shirt."

"Bipolar as usual." The male responded, dropping Jisung. 

Jisung shrugged, picking up the broking pieces off the ground, and shoving them in his pockets. "What the fuck do you want, Tae-uk?"

"You know the answer to that."

"And you know the answer to that." Jisung spat.

"You love being problematic, don't you? Don't make things difficult and come back before someone gets hurt."

Jisung gritted his teeth as he stomped toward Tae-uk. He gripped the male's shirt and slammed him against the walls. "That's payback," He released his hold and wiped his hands against his pants. "Listen here you piece of shit. You put me through hell, manipulated me, abused me- both physically and mentally, used me, and you think I'll come back without a fight?" He couldn't help but scoff. "I will never go back to that hell hole. I ran away for a reason- accept it and go back."

Tae-uk smirked. "You owe me that much for helping you get away."

Jisung punched him across the face. "I owe you? That's the funniest bullshit I've ever heard come out of your nauseating breath. I trusted you and even loved you," He balled his fist. "I was stupid and naive to think that you would do anything for me."