Last Lies // Minsung

{ Chapter 3 }

Jisung could feel the pain in his body as he slowly opened his eyes. "Agh my waist..." he murmured slowly. After his eyes cleared, he realized that he was sleeping on the big two person bed, which was actually two but could fit five people.

Looking around, he realized that he was in a big room, and he could see the beautiful sunset from the apartment on the eighteenth floor through the huge windows right next to him.

"Where am I?" he asked himself. He wanted to get up, but his back, arms, legs hurt all over, and then he remembered that day. "Oh right, I am beaten up— but where is this place?" Jisung threw himself off the bed and fell to the floor.

"AAH MY WAIST!" shouted the boy on the floor, screaming in pain.

After all that noises Jisung made, opened the room door. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE FLOOR?!" A worried voice approached Jisung.

He looked at the man who was walking to him. "You—" Before Jisung could finish his sentence, Minho took him in his arms. "OH NAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING LET ME DOWN" The squirrel boy yelled in confusion. "Stop yelling" Minho told him in his cold voice, putting the younger on the bed.

Jisung was looking nervously at Minho. "Where am I and why am I here?" He asked calmly.

"Don't worry I won't eat you idiot, you were injured by my men in the fight two days ago, so I brought you here to take care of you until you get better". Minho explained clearly.

"Okay thanks for explaining, now I need to leave" said Jisung, and the first thing he felt when he got up was that bad pain on his leg and he lost his balance again.

Just as he was about to fall on Minho, the taller grabbed him by his waist and they got into a hug position. "Ouch—" said the younger, with his eyes closed. "I told you not to get up? Why don't you sit back, you're weak you can't get up so just stand still" Minho said with an angry face. "Okay, I'm sorry," said the squirrel boy, feeling guilty.

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A few hours past, Jisung lied in bed all day and watched outside, sometimes Minho would come into the room to bring food for Jisung or clean his wounds. "I'm bored with this old man" thought Jisung unhappily.

Just then, Minho entered the room. "Jisung, how are you feeling?" He asked calmly.

"Fine" Jisung cut him short. "Why don't you look at me when Im talking to you" asked Minho. Jisung sighed and glared at Minho. "When will I go home?" Said the boy lying on the bed. "As soon as you get better" Minho replied shortly.

"Well I'm cured then" said Jisung with an excited smiling face. Minho looked at the squirrel-like boy's beautiful smile. 'I like his smile, it's so cute' thought Minho. Then he realized what he was thinking, he shook his head and turned back to Jisung. "You mean you're well? Get up then" Minho kept his straight face.

"Minho, please let me go and I'll get better at home." Asked the other with a falling smile. "I can't let that happen, it's my fault that you're in this state, and I talked to your Boss and he said it would be better if you stay here, cause you live alone" Minho explained as calm as possible.

"What? my Boss? Did he sell me out that easily..." Said Jisung, covering his face with the pillow and pretending to cry.

"Jisung, don't exaggerate, you can go anywhere you want in just a few days, I just want to know that you are safe for now". Minho murmured the last words.

'Is he worried about me?' Was the only things Jisung could think about for now. When he lit his head up, to look at Minho, he noticed that the door was closing. "Shit" he whispered.