idk bro gimme a break

July 20, 2021 - Untitled - Minsung

White gloves, a black suit, a man in his 20's set his foot outside his car then shiveled his gloves in his hand. The raven haired man removed the glasses off his face and hung them between the cracks of his polo

He stared at the antique door infront of him. Worn out, broken. Minho stepped closer. His mind flashed old memories, the jolly o'l days when they ran on the streets without any problems. The only time he felt happiness.

The sentimental feeling warmed up his chest, as his memories arrived at the darkest moments of his life, disgust filled his eyes. The ghastly smirk of the old man as he watch his mother die infront of his eyes, was the scar Minho could never remove in his brain. The terror his father put him through. He could never forgive him.

The fair-skinned man glared at the door and raised his hand mid air. The bulky men simply nodded and started to walk inside the property.

Minho leaned in his car and watched as his old house turn to ruins.

His eyes landed on his mother's old room. The moments they both shared, Minho came in this establishment to bury it all. Love or hatred, Minho wants nothing from his past. He may feel bittersweet about his old life, but his present life is nothing compared to that trash.

He may loved his mother before

But today, she is nothing but a fragment from his past. Nothing more, nothing less.

In the midst of the demolition, a boy 3 inch smaller came by with curious eyes then darted his eyes at the raven haired man

"YAH! What is happening here?" He asked

Minho was taken aback of course, he ignored the boy with a scoff continued reminsing his past

The boy let out a humourless chuckle then tapped the fancy man's shoulders

"Oi! i'm asking you what are you doing with my house?" Hearing a loud crush, the stranger yelped in surprise and came closer to Minho "Yah! Are you deaf? What are you doing at my house!?" How annoying, Minho slowly turned to him and gave him a forced smile

"None of your business" Like a mask, Minho dropped his smile in the end of his sentence then sneered. The boy didn't appreciate his rudeness, he wasn't amused by 1 percent. It was his house they are destroying, how can this man stay calm and watch everything fall to pieces. This isn't a fireworks show, the boy's emotion was mixed with frustration and anger. He wanted to scalp this pretty boy infront of him but by the looks of it, his clothes are hella expensive meaning this guy is rich. In other words, a broke college guy like Jisung, can't touch this man.

"Oiii! What are you doing with my ho-" There goes the bathroom floors. Jisung widen his eyes in horror, seeing the debri of familliar marble tiles scathered below his feet.

This is crazy, he chanted inside. Jisung blinked twice and turned to the fancy man

"Wha-Wha-" He looked like he saw ghost, Minho gave him nothing but a blank look. The boy pointed at the house then back to Minho "This has to be a dream" He muttered under his breath.

Minho kept his eyes at the boy intently. He has been an attention seeker for a while now. The boy knelt down on concrete ground then dramatically grabbed the pieces of a broken tile.

"A dream" he mouthed "Right?" He asked, with his eyes hoping Minho would say yes.

Minho wandered his eyes around the area "Maybe?" He answered, pursed lips and with a hint of awkwardness.

"I'm fucked" the boy muttered before he fell in the ground, unconcious.

Minho glanced at his left and right, seeing no one around. He sighed in disbelief and placed both of his hands in his hips "Let's continue this tomorrow" He ordered.

The men stopped their motion then left the area

Minho grabbed the back of neck and massaged it with his hand. He stared at the kid infront of him then scoffed

"How troublesome"

...

Jisung had the funniest dream ever

He dreamt of his house being destroyed by a handsome man in a marvelous suit and expensive car. Crazy right? it could never be true because a cool guy like that could not exist, like come on? A person who looks like an actor not an actor? This is probably the side effects of his k-drama addiction these days.

Jisung rubbed his eyes, feeling drowsy and sleepy. He stared at the wall for a few minutes. He shoved the duvet off his body. It was supposed to be removed right away, but for some reasons, it didnt. It became bigger, and now that he noticed it, it became fluffier.

His fingers curled in the white blanket. Pressing his free hand in his back, he felt the pillows being much more softer than usual.

Jisung furrowed his brows and quickly turned to his back.

White wallpaper, king-sized bed, fresh looking interior. Jisung was unfamiliar with this place. He thought it the decor looks nice, but the excessive use of black and white in this room is starting to rub off as edgy.

Jisung stood up from the bed and walked closer to the frames.

The pictures didn't hold much meaning to them. A skull, tree and a turtle, is there a deep meaning behind all of these? He wasn't sure.

Jisung flinched in his position as he hear the door creak.

The door revealed a tall man. He looked young, serious and not to mention that handsome face. Jisung's mouth gaped as he went near him. The sunlight in his back really makes him look like some kind of god. Jisung gulped down and stared at the beauty infront of him.

Minho stood there for 5 seconds. After realizing the kid isn't gonna snap out anytime soon. He clapped his hands infront of him. The boy rapidly fixed himself. He straightened his ruffled clothes then placed his lost hands inside his pockets

"Uhh-Hi?"

"Hi" Holy shit, even his voice sounds unreal.

Jisung is still probably dreaming.

"So, Han Jisung?" The angel spoke his name!

Jisung unknowingly nodded his head and locked his eyes with the handsome human being infront of him

Still a dream

Minho raised one of his brows after hearing the kid's mutter. He rolled his eyes at the boy and slapped his head.

Jisung winced at his action and broke his eye contact with him. It took about  2 seconds before it sinked in Jisung's system that this is not a dream.

"Oh my god, if your real, that means-"

"I destroyed your house" He replied in  the most casual way Jisung has ever heard of. Jisung gulped down and found himself fainting once again

Once Jisung fell, Minho was greatful Jisung laid in the bed. He didn't want to carry his heavy ass once again.