Maybe I just wanna be yours | Minsung

Secrets I have held in my heart

⚠️TW: r@pe⚠️

Fear, the only emotion fogging Jisung's mind at the moment. It was dark, and his power walk was almost crossing the line to a sprint.

A man. A man had seen him kiss Felix's cheek before saying goodbye, now Jisung was starting to regret that deeply.

What was just a simple show of affection between friends had been interpreted completely wrong, this man saw it as an open invitation.

Jisung's breath fell heavier as he desperately walked faster, the exhaustion and anxiety quickly catching up to him, restricting his throat. His hands began to shake in his pockets, vision blurring up.

"why are you trying to walk away from me? we both know what I saw, I think it's my turn to see what else that pretty mouth of yours can do" the man quickly encroaching on him snarled, Jisung's heart dropping.

'this... can't be happening' he never imagined people to be like this to him, since he was a guy, and now he felt stupid for not keeping himself alert.

"if you run I'll make your punishment worse, baby~" he chuckled, Jisung's mind now in war, choosing whether to run for it or just stop.

He chose the latter, assuming the guy would have some sort of mercy on him if he just listened. The word 'baby' coming from his mouth made Jisung physically ill, and he felt so helpless in this situation.

The man was easily two times the size of him, most likely a body builder and that's what made the boy seriously panic as it wasn't like he could even attempt to take him on in a fight if he had to.

Ice cold blue/gray contacts stared down at him, and in this moment Jisung had never felt so hopeless.

Everything past that point was a haze. Getting dragged into an alleyway, his front pressed up against a solid brick wall, certain to leave cuts on his delicate skin. The raw feeling of the guy pushing himself in with no preparation making him bleed, his grip on his hips burning Jisung's skin.

The endless waterfall of tears streaming down his face, yet he didn't make a sound, just allowed it all to happen.

After the man left Jisung sloped down the wall, not bothering to pull his pants up as he just sat there, eyes closed and cold until he knew he had to leave.

He pulled his body up, a half attempt to pull up his pants, whimpering uncomfortably as he felt the guys cum dripping down his thighs.

The poor boy could hardly walk, his legs and abdomen aching and his whole body itching and burning.

His hole had been severely torn, and he was almost numb to the feeling of the blood that now ran down his legs from it.

Luckily, or unluckily, he was not far away from Minho's house, not even thinking twice as he limped his way to the boy's doorstep.

He knocked on the door using the last ounces of his energy, collapsing into Minho's body the minute he opened the door.

Judging by the state of the boy, something really bad had happened and now was not the time for arguments.

Minho fully threw his cares aside and didn't waste a second to pick up the younger, taking him over and laying him on the couch.

"Jisung, I need you to tell me what happened." And all he could do was cry, his numbness breaking down to release a full wave of emotions, crying harder than he ever has.

He almost couldn't breathe, clawing at his throat as if he was still being held by his neck against the brick wall.

Having to recall the events to Minho meant remembering them, he just couldn't do it.
Minho's eyes widened, things clearly worse than he had anticipated.