angel boy // minsung

|eleven|

Just to let you guys know, if you haven't seen already, I've changed the name of this book to angel boy! Sorry if I have caused any confusion :,)

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Jisung shot out of bed once again at the piercing sound of a scream. It startled him to say the least. With a hand held over his heart, the angel panted at the shock and fear that coursed through his body.

I knew I shouldn't have left him alone.

Jisung quickly hopped out of bed and snatched the dagger off his dresser, which he kept next to him at all times now. He was positive the demon, or Yeosang as he thinks, was not in the house, but really, Jisung just wanted to bring protection in case he was attacking Minho.

However, Jisung was correct that there was no demon present. But there were demons currently haunting Minho in his own dreams.

Jisung swung Minho's door open to the familiar scene he experienced a few days prior: a crying, desperate Minho who was stuck battling his nightmares. Minho clutched his pillow and violently shook underneath the covers. His eyes were screwed shut as he sobbed for Jisung to save him from his own head.

The angel shut the door and locked it, proceeding to lock the windows as well. Jisung was getting an inclination that these nightmares Minho was experiencing was no coincidence.

Jisung placed his knife on Minho's nightstand and kneeled by the edge of the bed. He began to shake the poor boy who was rattling in horror. "Minho it's me. Jisung is here to save you."

"Jisung?" Minho whimpered. Jisung's voice was only a mere echo among the chaos enduring in his mind.

"Yes, it's Jisung. I'm here." Jisung voiced out a little louder. He shook Minho a little more violently before the human boy's eyes fluttered open. He sniffled before sitting up.

"Jisungie?" Minho spoke hoarsely. Jisung's heart quickened despite the situation placed in front of him. "I'm here Minho." Jisung ran his left hand along Minho's back in a soothing pattern.

"It happened again." He choked up.

"I know." Jisung whispered. "Let's get you some water, yeah?"

Jisung slipped his hand into Minho's to lead him downstairs. To say they both didn't feel a small pit of butterflies in their stomach would be a lie.

As Jisung made his way throughout the kitchen, Minho plopped himself onto the countertop and folded his legs. As he patiently waited for Jisung to get him his water, Minho cupped his cheeks and scrunched his nose as the slight stick they had. A rain storm had poured down Minho's cheeks due to the thunder booming loud in his head.

Jisung pattered over to the feeble boy, who was currently pouting. He stopped in front of Minho's spot on the counter and held up the glass of water. "Here drink this."

Minho nodded and took the cup from Jisung. The angel walked away and snatched some paper towels. "I'm going to clean up your cheeks since they're sticky. And apparently your snot too." Jisung snorted, trying to make the air less tense.

"I don't have snot on my face, do I?" Minho began to poke at his upper lip and huffed to himself. "I guess I do." Minho continued to pout. Jisung giggled as he wet the paper towels. "Well people produce snot when they cry."

Jisung made his way back to the frail boy and lifted his chin to examine his face better. As he looked into Minho's round, puffy eyes, Jisung lost sight of what he was really trying to accomplish. He stared into the pools of Minho's dark brown orbs and tried to pick out every light he could find behind them. Minho noticed Jisung's staring and his cheeks grew warm. Jisung shook his head and began to softly wipe Minho's cheeks and upper lip. After he finished, he threw the paper towel into the garbage bin. "Let's go back upstairs." Jisung muttered. Minho only nodded and followed after him.