Faded cries | minsung

🥀the bed where you lie🥀

"Minho, care to explain why you have a bag full of ammunition and a loaded gun just hanging in your closet?" Jisung said as soon as they stepped outside, but Minho stayed silent.

"Minho...tell me the truth" he asked again, shacking his arm, but he wouldn't budge.

"Tell me the truth-"

"You don't want to know...Jisung you truly don't want to. All you need to know is that you stopped me from becoming a monster..."

"You're not making any sense..." Jisung frowned and let go of his arm when he turned around.

"Do you trust me?" He reached his hand and waited.

"What is this really about?"

"Do you trust me?"

Jisung looked in his eyes for a good few seconds and took his hand.

"I do but...one day you're going to have to come clean with me, tell me the full truth...promise me..."

"I promise."

They both smiled and started to walk again, hand in hand, not ever planning to let go of one another. They made it to his house in almost no time and soon he was at the front step, waiting to say goodbye.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning at school...?"

"Yeah, I guess, I'll see you later Ji" he smiled and they both started to go separate ways when Jisung stopped in his tracks, turning around.

"Hey huh, I forgot something..."

Minho tilted his head as the younger one walked towards him, smiling widely. He went on his tip toes and kissed his cheek, making Minho's heart burst with emotions.

"good thing you didn't forget..." Minho bent down and took his chin, planting a soft kiss on his cheek as well, making Jisung go all red.

"I'll see you soon" he said confidently, Jisung still blushing.

"Y-yeah, see you soon" he walked inside his house and dropped his bag on the floor, hiding all of his excitement inside and making small victory noises.

"Jisung." A harsh voice said, making his mood immediately drop to the floor. His mother walked towards him and put a hand out, waiting for the graded paper. He knew what was coming his way, so he got his evaluation out and handed it to her.

"Go to your room..." she said calmly, but their was nothing reassuring about it, not in the slightest. He could already feel the belt coming, he could sens it on his pale skin, soon to be red.

"No..." he replied calmly, for the first time talking back to his mother like this.

"What did you just say...?"

"I said I don't want to go to my room..." he backed away as he saw her get even angrier, the ragging flamme in her eyes becoming stronger.

"Jisung. This wasn't a question."

"I don't want to go!" He yelled, his back touching the wall as he walked away from her. She then went completely silent and just stared at him, preparing for what she was going to do.

He sunk to the wall and closed his eyes.

He accepted his defeat.

<3

The next day Minho arrived at school early to see the younger one play, but was surprised to see he wasn't there. He waited for a good twenty minutes in that audience room yet nobody showed up so he just got up and left, worried. He went to the boy's locker, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen, so he just assumed he was sick.