Unholy (Minsung)

twenty six

twenty six.
jisung.

Day eight...

Where is he?

My phone rang, and I picked it up.

"Jisung speaking." I mutter.

"I found Minho, he was at a hotel in Gimpo... I suggest going to Gimpo. That's his hometown and who knows what could happen. He seems uninjured, but that's from two days ago." Chan explained.

I get up. "Can you watch the kids?" I ask.

"Yeah, tomorrow I'll be over."

I walked into the hotel, seeing Minho in the lobby.

His eyes widened, hand on his mouth.

He ran, I chased. I grabbed his hand and he finally faced him, I grabbed his hips, and pulled him close. I closed the gap between us, my lips on his. I missed him so fucking much.

"Jisung... I think we should cancel the wedding." he said once we broke off.

"No! You know I won't listen to them Minho!" I pick him up, he quickly wrapped his legs around my waist and I embrace him. "Room?" I ask.

"610" he whimpered.

"Kay baby." I smile, taking him upstairs and into his hotel room.

It was covered in mess, papers everywhere. Clothes he had bought scattered around.

I shush Minho, because I knew he was gonna say sorry.

I set him down on the bed, sliding off his shirt and inspecting his body.

"Sungie..." Minho sniffed.

"Yes honey?" I ask.

"Sungie!" he cries.

I wrap him in my hug, tears staining my shirt as I did so. "Why'd you go back Minho... You shouldn't be here."

"I needed to get away. I couldn't... I just..." Minho sobbed. "No Gangs saw me. I promise. I-I-I don't know Jisung! I needed to get out." He sobs.

Sighing, I kiss him. "It's okay."

He seemed exhausted...

I rub his cheek and he slides his hand down my chest.

"Minho I know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything." he protests.

"Did you miss me that much?" I spread his legs and he blushes. "Miss me every night pounding into you." I chuckle. "We're alone, and if you aren't loud enough to the point we get kicked out of the hotel, then I'll punish you."

Minho actually got us kicked out of the hotel.

I started to look at moving up the wedding till next month. Right before school starts.

Minho cuddled up with me, I told Chan give it two more days because I was gonna confront my parents when we get back, but tonight we're staying in a nicer hotel.

Minho laid out on the bed.

I sighed and pulled him close to me. "No more getting kicked out of hotels and people seeing me half naked please." he sighed.

"Got it Mr. Han," I smirk.

His eyes widen then soften.

"Who says I'm taking your last name?" he asks.

"Me." I grin.

He punches my arm.

"Rude."

"You like it." he sighs.

I slowly rubbed his back, why the hell was he so tense?

I started massaging him, hearing his quiet sighs and moans of relief. I was glad I could do this for him. He's gone through so much now he has to go through so much just to be with me. It isn't fair to him.

I lean down and kiss his lips. "You better not be trying to go for round five." he mutters.

"And if I am?" I chuckle.

"Finish your massage before you do so then because Mommy is stressed." he whines.

I kiss my fiancé's head. "Yes sir."

I heard Minho hum. "What's your opinion on another kid?" he asks. "I'm not pregnant and won't get pregnant for a while but like, what is your limit?" I knew Minho was biting his lip.

"As many as we can." I chuckle.

"Ok." he breathes quietly and relaxes even more.