Charmer - l.mh + h.js [DISCONTINUED]

06

—NO ONE WILL HARM YOU—

jisung really tried not to get clouded by a certain person, his whole life was a miserable.

send to a poor family, constantly feeling the urge just to run away.

but where?

he never had someone in the first place who really loved him, as a son, as a friend.

daily nights without sleep, eyes drowsy and without a single glint like they were shining back then.

parents not loving you back was the most hurtful thing his younger self could experience, walking along the empty corridors after a sleepless night, there wasn't someone who showed empathy towards the young 13 year old boy.

always acting like it wasn't a big deal, while it was actually breaking his heart, causing it to shader with every word his parents threw at him in anger, their eyes weren't showing any sign of love.

it was pure hatred.

but for what? was he really that unloved?
do people not have a heart?

funny to say, but younger jisung really believed that.

he got adjusted for that after a while, harsh punches ruining that pale skin turning it into a red shade filled with anger.

there he was thinking.

how do I survive? Another day, another week- how do I make a morning from the night?

who corrupted who? me or the world?

—
WARNING//!! Sexual harassment

a tear left his eye, the cold breeze of the opened window giving him the oxygen to breath through the tears.

jisung turned his head to the window, smiling when he saw the biggest star in the whole sky.

„pretty" he mumbled softly, voice slightly out of breath and shaky.

he closed the window after a while, turning on the lamp and looked at his phone when the sound of a notification on his phone popped up.

'meet me in 5 minutes at xxxxx'

oh right.
jisung forgot that he made a deal with someone by selling drugs.

even tho he felt slightly uneasy about the feeling going out so late and meet up with a completely stranger he threw the black jacket around his shoulder, walking out with the key between his fingers.

jisung walked along the empty streets, the sound of footsteps and his key filled the small alleyway.

he halted when he heard a noise behind him, breathing quickening.

jisung made himself more comfortable, leaning against the wall in hope that the person would hurry up and not take too long cause he indeed felt very scared.

a shadow suddenly came forwards him, startling the male.

„hello?" jisung asked when the person stopped in front of him.

„give me the drugs"

„not before you give me the money." jisung insisted, but regretted it immediately when the stranger harshly grabbed the younger's arm, making him hiss in pain when he tightened his grip.

„don't test me and give me the fucking drugs!" the male harshly spitted out, not caring that jisung began moving around to get away from the strong grip.

but the person didn't budge, pushing the younger harder against the wall, the smell of alcohol filling his nostrils.

„d-don't-"

„give me the drugs I've said, are you deaf or what?!"

jisung breathed out shakily, giving the male the drugs.

„but you'll regret not giving me them earlier"

his eyes widened, repeating the words 'no's' when his jacket get thrown away.

he hiccuped, tears streaming down his face.

it was like he just knew it would be over, he is trapped in between a strangers arms, in an alleyway at 4 in the morning.

but fate hit him like a truck when he heard an awfully familiar voice.

„what do you think you're doing here?" the harsh yet soft voice made the stranger turn around,

minho.

The person coughed out blood when he felt a stinging pain in his abdomen.

„tsk, why do I even ask? rot in hell!" the person immediately fell on the ground, broken words leaving his throat until every last strain left his body, letting him lay lifeless on the cold ground.

jisung instantly fell on the ground with loud sobs and hiccups.

and minho never felt his heart burning that much, shattering in small pieces when he saw the sight of a teary jisung in front of him.

he didn't want to question why he suddenly care for the younger boy like that, but it doesn't matter for him at that moment.

„jisung." it was the first time he got called like that, voice sounding sad.

„shhh it's alright" he softly laid the boys head on his chest, caressing and smiling when he noticed jisung liked when he patted his head like he did to his cats.

„h-he w-wanted-"

„i know, baby. I'll make sure no one will harm you anymore."

he can't promise what will happen next, but seeing jisung in that state was much worse, and he will make sure to never ever see this again.

clenching his jaw as he looked at the lifeless person „little shit"

a/n: next chapter will be interesting :P