All of You Wil Be Dead

Jin-Su

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It was raining that night.

Mingi waited at the entrance to the building, standing guard. He typically kept his distance from the group of bullies, but when his boyfriend Gwi-Nam asked him to stand outside as cover, he couldn't say no. He would do anything for him, anything he asked.

As he stood near the door his mind wandered to his 'friends', the ones blissfully unaware of what a monster he truly was. The track runner was the star player on the team, and to some he was also known as the friendliest. Mingi was popular, he had good grades, everyone loved him. Except, it wasn't really him. It was the image he portrayed. A mask, to hide the monster underneath.

Truthfully? Mingi didn't care. He lacked empathy, morals. Up until the day he had met Gwi-Nam, he had truly felt nothing. He was a shell, modeled to be the image of perfection.

Somehow, the bully had seen right through him, within their first five minutes of meeting.

He had been walking down the hall, typing a text to his mother updating her on his practice schedule. Mingi wasn't paying attention to where he was walking, when he bumped into the shoulder of someone taller. He kept walking without an apology or acknowledgment when a hand wrapped around his wrist. They tugged him back, and he turned to see who had stopped him.

His dark, empty eyes were cold as they met the others' anger. Mingi took a moment to survey the other teen. He was a few inches taller than him, a shaggy mullet. His thick brows seemed like they would give him a 'permanently angry' expression. In that moment, he felt his frosted heart warm, beating a bit faster in his chest as the other glared at him.

"Why don't you watch where you're walking, freak?" The teenager spoke.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself?" Mingi griped, ripping his hand free. The other laughed, though it seemed as if he was genuinely appalled and not really amused.

"Do you wanna say that again?" The other asked as he calmed, raising his brow in a challenge.

"Why? Are you deaf?" He answered, while totally enthralled by the other Mingi wouldn't let him walk all over him either. The other laughed again, this time it seemed he was genuinely amused.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you not know who I am?" The boy asked, shaking his head.

"I don't give a fuck, so what I bumped your shoulder? Cope." He turned and continued on his way.

For some reason, the other followed.

Mingi was pulled from reminiscing when the sounds of something hitting metal pulled his focus. Momentarily surprised, he looks up from his phone that he hadn't even realized he'd pulled out. He turns to his left, the direction the thumping was coming from. The body of Jin-su rests at the foot of the alley. Walking over to check his pulse he looks up to see Gri-Nam and Myung-Hwa staring down with looks of fear. As his wrist moved to check for a pulse, it was faint, almost gone. He shook his head and sent a call for 119 to pick the boy up feigning concern before throwing a thumbs up in reassurance.

He then left the boy without a second glance, waiting for Gwi-Nam to come down and join him.

As the teen with the mullet walked out the door, Mingi snatched his hand with his own, tugging him away from the group of bullies in silence. As far as he was concerned, they were done with him for the night. Nobody dared challenge him as he left, walking down the dark streets with his man.

"Are you alright baby?" Mingi spoke as they entered his apartment, knowing his parents weren't due home for another week. Gwi-Nam's parents were probably too high or drunk to give a fuck. The bully nodded silently, abnormally quiet as they walked to Mingi's bedroom. The shorter of the two boyfriends scurried over to his closet, ruffling through it until he found a pair of sweats and a shirt for the other to change into. When he found something of his own he handed the bundle to the other with a gentle smile.

"Let's get cleaned up and head to bed, and you can tell me all about it." Mingi spoke, gently thumbing along his cheek as he met Gwi-Nam's eyes. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving." Gwi-Nam answered. "Did I kill him?"

"No baby... he killed himself."