Faded cries | minsung

🥀we were made🥀

.1 month ago.

Changbin was finishing up his tattoo, getting the last few shades in before finally wrapping it in some plastic so that the ink wouldn't fall out of it.

They made it to the register and waved his client off when he was done.

He stayed there for a while, he didn't have a client for the next hour so he stayed out and went through his catalog on the front desk.

A loud noise outside was heard, like a bunch of shouting on the streets. A boy then barged into the shop and ran beyond the counter, not even minding that changbin was there. He saw cops outside, searching every corner and every shop in town.

He looked down at this scared boy holding some jewelry, it was expensive, he could tell by the way he was holding onto it.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave..." Changbin said sternly and then met his blue eyes, filled with tears and guilt. He was only a kid.

"Please, you can't sell me out..."

"I'm not getting in trouble because of this, I'll have to ask you to leave." He was about to walk out into the street but nicaise held his hand firmly.

"I-I'll give you some of the money I can from this. I'll do anything but please don't sell me out. Just...please"

Changbin heard loud noises outside and then looked back at the younger one holding his hand, he was trembling.

He groaned sharply and snapped his hand away.

"Go behind the counter. Don't make me change my mind"

He went to hide and as soon as his brown locks were hidden, the door opened, revealing two cops.

"Have you seen a young man running by here? Brown hair, blue eyes and said to be short"

"I'm sorry I don't think I have" everything was happened so quickly, it was hard to keep up.

"Do you happen to know where he went?"

"All I heard was shouting" he said and they both looked at each other and nodded.

"Alright, we'll be on our way then" they exited after an understanding nod and changbin turned around when they were out of sight.

"Care to explain what the hell that was?"

Nicaise's head popped from underneath the counter and smiled at him.

"I might have upset a few people who want my head if I don't repay them..."

"Listen kid-"

"Im not a kid."

"Alright...well I want none of your business, you're putting my career on the line here, get out"

"It's too soon, they'll find me."

"Then I don't know what else to tell you, but you have to lea-"

"I'll suck your dick if you let me stay."

"W-What?" Changbin flushed red.

"I'll do it, and I'll pay you all of the money I have left after I repay them...please"

"I don't want-" nicaise was already crawling on his lap, unbuckling his pants.

He tried to push him away a couple of times, but the younger one insisted again and again. As much as changbin wanted to fight this, the urge was stronger then the will to say no.

"Fuck-"

<3

.back to present.

"No way...you actually did that?" Minho's mouth was wide opened, nicaise was talking about this like it was nothing out of the ordinary.

"So I did it...I repaid him, slept with him, the whole thing and now well...it's done"

"I don't understand, he seemed like he genuinely loved you, why did you distance yourself?"

"Because who would love me?" He let it slip away, calmly, like he had already accepted it to begin with.

"I'm sure a lot of people would if you didn't shut them out. Call him up" Minho got up before Nicaise could make a snarky remark and he left him behind, giving him one last smile before trying to find jisung.

He went through the entire house, going in rooms he's never even seen before. He stopped when he reached his bedroom and didn't bother knocking on the door.

His breath cut out and his eyes widened when his gaze landed on Jisung in a skirt again. He was looking into the mirror, adjusting it and groaning every time, he hadn't even noticed he was here. He watched him from afar, his curves, his small waist wrapped perfectly in the fabric of the skirt.

Minho then entered fully and closed the door behind him, the noise making Jisung jump and start to flush with embarrassment.

"M-minho what the fuck" he lowered the skirt he had pulled up to high up that we could see his entire thighs.

Minho walked towards him, trying so hard not to do anything too rushed or pushy.

"Didn't mean to scare you...you look-"

"Weird?" He looked at himself in the mirror again, observing his own body shyly now that someone else was there.

"No, I was going to say hot. What's the special occasion?"

"I thought we could go to your bar tonight, dance around a bit...I don't know"

"Right after what just happened? Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I thought I could wear something a bit more...different and sort of eh...cute"

"Cute huh? Is that what you were going for?" Minho went behind him and drew his hands up the elastic band around his waist, placing it perfectly and then pulling him back onto his chest.

"Y-yeah..."

"Well it's working." He whispered and then realized how his hot breath was practically on his neck so he distanced himself farther.

"Who'll be watching Kaito?" He changed subject quickly.

"Nicaise, he owes me this much"

"Alright...please tell me you're wearing the skirt"

"Will I look dumb...?"

Minho looked at him with steady eyes, and in pure honest replied quickly.

"You'll look like the most beautiful person in the entire place." It was so simple yet Minho had never felt so truthful in his entire life.

"That can't be right..." jisung blushed and Minho looked at him confused.

"Oh really? How is that possible?"

"Because you'll be standing next to me..."