Minho's friend drops off an old mannequin at his place. The catch? It kisses him when he's asleep!
*This is just a work of fiction.
*The story includes fluff, a bit of mature content, cursing, humor, a bit of angst
Started: 10/23/22
Ended: 01/13/25
Minho does what Hyunjin asks. Because he will seem less... insane that way. And Hyunjin will take him more seriously.
Minho must behave fine. If he does... maybe Hyunjin will believe him. Believe that Jisung is a mannequin who turns human... moves around...
He settles into his bed. Hyunjin's standing beside him. He has water and medicine in his hands. Minho takes them.
"I'll be okay now." Minho gives him a smile. "Thanks. You can do what you need to do. Come back whenever you want. Just let yourself in."
Hyunjin appears very troubled. He turns. Places his hands on his hips. Stares at the mannequin. "Jisung... huh?"
"He's adorable. You'd love him. He loves food so much."
Hyunjin smiles. It's forced. He pats Minho's head. "Okay. Sleep now."
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Minho can't sleep. Hyunjin's gone. He doesn't know when he'll come back. He hopes... he'll see his grandmother.
He slides out of bed. Sits in front of Jisung again. Caresses his hair. Touches his face. With both hands. Gently.
His heart's aching. So much.
"I miss you," he whispers. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry you've been hurt so much before. I'm sorry you've been scared so much before. I'm sorry that.. what I did... scared you and hurt you the same."
It's truly crushing him. The mannequin's open eyes. They're hurt. Frightened. Minho brushes its soft hair. Kisses its lips.
Jisung's past experiences... must've hurt him too much. Even without his memories. He knew the fear of being hurt. Causing hurt... But his fear clearly worsened now, it seems.
"Baby, I'm sorry I kicked you. I only did it because... you were forcing yourself. Trying to prove your worth to me." He touches his hand. This hand was trembling that night.
"You were scared. Tired. Sad. You thought I'd like you more... keep you and not hate you... if you did that for me. But it's not true, Jisung."
He strokes his cheek. It's smooth. But it's hard. Cold.
"I care for you so much, baby. I want you to be okay. I want you to be comfortable. I want you to feel safe. I hope you understand."
Minho kisses his lips again. Smiles.
"Jisung... I was a bit out of it too. I'm sorry. That's another reason why I pushed you off. I was afraid, too. Of hurting you when I was... like that."
"When you don't know what you're doing and I'm... like that... you can get hurt. I don't want that. I want to take care of you properly."
The mannequin remains a statue.
"Jisung... come back... so I can love you. So you can love me. I miss you. I miss your kisses and your hugs." Minho sniffs. Wipes his eyes.
"I miss holding you and seeing your pretty smiles. I miss laughing with you. Who's going to eat all the food in the fridge now? Who's going to wear your clothes and use all your lovely scented products?"
His throat's tight. Tears keep filling his eyes. "Baby... you can't make me fall in love with you and... never come back to me..."
It hurts. He hasn't been like this for years.
He's scared of feeling like this. It's crushing him.
To be continued...
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