Faded cries | minsung

🥀when you walk away🥀

The breeze hit their features that had fallen down quite a lot, their eyebrows furrowed and their lips slightly parted.

"That morning...I heard you play" Minho clarified, holding his breath and calculating everything he was going to say, he needed to watch his words calmly.

"What we're you planning on doing...? We don't know who did this yet so how could you have known?" Jisung asked but by the way Minho looked into the sky he shut his mouth and examined his reaction.

He didn't answer the question and the sky went dark when Jisung started to realize.

"You didn't know who it was...so you planned on...hurting who ever came your way..." he held his breath as he saw Minho's eyes darken.

He couldn't open his mouth, he could only wait for insults to be thrown at him but they never came. Jisung sat there with his legs opened and tried to calm his breath.

"You were planning on shooting up the school...weren't you?" It was something quite common in the United States, in the past month only their had been thirty reports made. This was something students should never have to worry about yet here they were.

"Yeah..." Minho admitted, a huge gutter feeling like exploding any minute now.

"Why did you want to do it? Knowing many innocents were there? I could have been shot for all you know" he spoke calmly, like if he tried to make Minho calm as well by doing so.

"I was just so...angry? I didn't see the point in living if i couldn't be with my brother...if he was so far away from me. Someone hurt him, someone pushed him to the edge and raped-" he stopped himself from saying it fully, feeling the anger boil in his blood. "He was only a kid..." Minho cried out finally, letting his sorrow fall down his throat.

Jisung gave him some time before continuing.

"Even if we find him or them, even if we were to bring justice...it won't change that he's gone" jisung laid a hand on his shoulder and took it as a good sign when Minho didn't push him away immediately.

"Killing them won't bring him back...it won't fill the emptiness in your chest" Jisung continued, cupping his face and whipping the fresh tear off his face with his thumb.

"Then what will...? What could I possibly do to feel alive, even for just a second...? I just want to live again" they locked eyes, their breaths entangled together and mixing in the cold air around them. Jisung's eyes trailed down from his gaze to his lips, his sweet lips.

"Then kiss me."

Minho felt his heart speed up, only that sentence was enough to make him feel alive, to make him feel like he had a purpose.

He looked down at his bottom lip and jisung didn't once let go of the grip he had on his face, only pulling him closer so that their noses were practically touching.

"Kiss me." Jisung repeated and closed his eyes as Minho pressed his lips against the younger's mouth. It was slow and steady, almost like they were getting used to how the other felt, how he tasted. The sun went down quickly, leaving only the two of them under the string moonlight. The kiss deepened when Jisung took a hold of his thigh and leaned even closer, opening his lips enough to give Minho an entrance.

Once they couldn't breath anymore, they split apart and their eyes fluttered opened, both of them smiling with flushed cheeks.

"Do you feel enough?" Jisung asked with his eyes half opened and a gasp leaning his lips when he realized what he had said.

"How could I ever get enough of you?" Minho smiled before pulling the younger one into another kiss and dragging his hips on his lap. The older one laid down on the cold metal and Jisung gladly went on top to lead the kiss more then he had the previous one.

They kissed for so long that their lips swelled up and became red, their cheeks covered in the same colour and their eyes...their eyes lustful.

"Do you feel it too?" Jisung asked, their eyes connecting like two puzzle pieces.

"Feel what?" He asked, so the younger one guided his hand to his heart and didn't once break eye contact.

"What ever this is...what ever society told us we weren't allowed to feel..." his heart was pounding as he spoke, his legs practically shaking in anticipation.

"I feel it...very strongly" Minho sat up and held the boy on his lap, pulling his waist into a hug and burying his face into the thick hoodie he was wearing. "Could we stay like this for a while?" He asked muffled in the fabric.

"Of course" he played with his hair like he always wanted to.

It seemed like things were finally taking a turn for the good side of life. Even if the whole world was crumbling on their hands, they were holding hand while falling.

"Since you opened up I guess it's only fair if I do..."

"Mmh..." he mumbled quietly in response.

"But I guess you already saw what happens when I don't respond like a dog to my mom, obeying her every command" he could feel the bruises burn on his chest as if they had just been put there.

"I'm sorry this is happening to you..."

"Last night was just...more then usual..."

Minho pulled him tighter against his chest.

"Let's run away together one day...far far away from this place, somewhere no one knows us, a place of peace and quiet...with me"

"I don't know Minho...everything we know is here, our homes...our memories"

"We'll make a new home and new memories, I just can't stand it anymore"

Jisung nodded and sighed against his neck, hiding his face in the crook of his shoulder.

"Maybe one day..."

They stayed close together until they couldn't feel their legs anymore, until their breaths were falling asleep on their own.

"We should get back home..." Minho whispered, but feeling Jisung move even closer.

"I really don't want to..."

"You can come to m-" his phone rang off the hook in his pocket, he got it out and they both looked at the number on the screen, locking troubled eyes before Minho picked up.

"Hyunjin, it's late, what are yo-"

"You mean you didn't hear the news?" His voice echoed on the metal around them.

"I don't think so...what happened?"

"Well they analyzed the substance on...his body and well..." Hyunjin's voice seemed troubled, almost like he had just heard something disturbing.

"They found seamen...they are putting it up for a dna match...they'll find his aggressor in less then a week, can you believe it?"

Minho's stomach felt knotted and his hand shook while he tried to keep the phone steady.

"Hyunjin listen to me, this is very important, is there only one type of it?"

"That's a strange que-"

"Answer it. Was it one person?"

The phone went silent and Hyunjin looked at the news to make sure.

"Yes, it's assumed to be one person...why?"

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait-" he hung up the phone and Minho looked at Jisung with a strange expression on his face.

"You figured it out didn't you?" Jisung watched his face, wondering what he had learned from this.

"It's a wild guess but...I think I know who did it"

"Who could it be? I mean we talked to every single student in school"

"Every student yes..." Minho said quietly, Jisung's mind understand what he meant.

"But not everyone in school..." he continued, Jisung's eyes going wide and a hand placing itself on the mouth to stop himself from screaming or gasping.

"It can't be a..."

"It's a teacher..."