𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

40 | Murderer

⚠️CW: MENTIONS OF DEAD⚠️

My eyes shoot open, feeling a familiar pit in my stomach and making me sit up—getting off the bed and running to the restroom.

Emptying my stomach into the toilet, my body felt weak as I stayed hunched over. Sweat beaded down my cheek as my hair stuck to my forehead. My breathing was labored, breathing in and out deeply, trying to calm myself down as I didn't want to wake Minho.

I sit on the floor and lean against the wall, my eyes going to the cabinet that kept the very things I told myself I'll stay away from on a night like this.

To be fair, I hadn't needed them until now. This was the first time I'd had a nightmare since Minho moved in.

"Jisung?" Minho called me, his gentle voice pulling me out of my head.

I look towards the door to see him walking into the bright bathroom. Probably wondering why I'm sitting on the floor.

"You hurried out of bed, is everything okay?" He sat beside me and I watched him look over my state.

Honestly, I wanted to be alone. I was alone on nights I had nightmares and it was something I grew used to.

"You should go to bed" I whisper to him, my throat starting to hurt.

Minho furrows his brows and turns to me "Not until I know your okay"

"I'm fine, now go to bed" I try to stand up but Minho grabs my hands, stopping me.

"Please, I know something woke you up" His eyes begged for me to tell him and I sigh.

I look away from the males gaze. A reason why I didn't—no, I couldn't be around people after I had nightmares was because I was vulnerable .

"I... I have these reoccurring nightmares" I start, feeling his eyes on me as I speak, my hand in his. "I can tell you the exact night they started—" I look to him wearily, "The night I first killed someone"

I notice him tense up but I didn't look away as my eyes started to burn with tears. I shook my head "I didn't want to kill that man Minho, but-but I had to"

"Why—I mean why did you have to?" He asked curiously.

"It was either him or Changbin" The hot tears finally escaped my eyes, "I couldn't kill Changbin he's like my brother, I can't hurt him" My voice was pained.

Minho didn't seem to know what to do, this was the first time he's seen me cry in years.

I pull my hand from his and push my sweaty hair out of my face, wiping my tears and chuckling bitterly "And that's the night these fucked nightmares started" I lean my head on the wall and stare at the ceiling "But it's not the man I kill in my dreams... It's my parents"

"Jisung..."

I look at him and give him a sad smile, my vision gets blurry again but I try my best to hold them back "I don't care what you say Minho, no parent wants their kid to be a murderer"

I notice Minho also tries to hold back tears and he grabs my face gently, his thumbs wiping the tears before he kisses my cheek softly.

Pulling away he looks into my eyes "You are strong, Jisung. You are loyal and devoted, I think when you put your mind to something you can achieve it. You are protective, all you want to do is make sure the people around you are safe" He gives me a small smile "That is what your parents would be proud of"

I let my head fall forward but Minho makes me look back up at him "And those very things—" Minho inhales "Those are why I love you" I tense and swallow harshly. The nightmare is long gone as I now grow anxious about something new.

Didn't we just have this talk?

Minho examines my reaction before speaking up again "I-I don't want to be afraid of telling you how I feel" He starts, "And I don't want to never say it because I'm afraid you won't say it back"

"Minho—"

"Just shut up for a second" I now notice he was just as anxious as I was, if not more. "I don't expect you to say back, but I want you to know that I do. Love you. I always have, even after I broke up with you, I loved you then and I love you now"

I sat there, staring at him. I felt my mouth open a few times to speak but nothing came out. I wanted to say it, but I held back.

He waited for a few minutes before smiling sadly at me, putting his hand on my cheek and caressing it softly. "You should take a shower" He spoke quietly.

Standing up and going to the shower, turning it on, and walking back to me he holds out his hand. I take it and stand up, realizing how weak I really felt.

I walk into the shower, the steam engulfing the two of us as he glides the soapy washcloth along my sweaty body. I close my eyes as I feel his small kiss on the back of my shoulder.

Feeling his presence in front of me now, I open my eyes and he wraps his arms around my neck. His fingers playing with my hair.

"How often do you get these nightmares?"

I wrap my arms around his waist and shrug "It lessened through the tears but this is the first time since you moved in"

Minho looks down at my chest, more in thought as he bit at his lip. "Do you think it's because of work?" He looks up. "Stress and all?"

I shrug "I don't know, I never thought about what could be triggering it"

Minho frowns before I know it he gently pushes himself away from my grip and starts washing off himself.

I watch him for a second before walking out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist.

Minho never pushed me away... Why is he now?