Flowers and ink

Fifteen

(Minho's 3rd person pov)

It had been two months since new years, and he hadn't run into jisung, not even once, jisung stopped going to the group celebrations and hangouts, he even skipped out on jeongin's birthday, he would open his shop earlier and would stay open until later, almost ensuring that they never crossed paths.

Minho was going crazy, mostly because he knew it was his own fault, his stupid convictions against soulmates had led jisung out of his life and he had just let it happen.

He had told himself that he would never date his soulmate just on the belief that soulmates never worked out but here he was, sitting in his shop, head in his hands, thinking about the man who had been avoiding him for months.

Even when he had only just met jisung and rejected him on the spot, jisung had been nothing but understanding, and he had continued to be that, checking on Minho and helping him with no questions asked, not to mention he was attractive, Minho had been a fool to not realize that he liked jisung sooner, he just had to get drunk and fuck it all up.

He sighed as he stood up, there was only one person who could help him with this, Changbin.

"CHANGBIN!" He said as he slammed his hands down on the table in changbin's room.

"Yes?" The man asked as he turned from his desk where he had been working on some new tattoo designs.

"I think I'm in love with jisung," he spat out.

"What? Hang on, slow down, you're in love with jisung? I thought you didn't believe in the whole soulmates thing," he said and Minho's eyes shot down to the ring box sitting on his desk, he had been planning this proposal for months and still had never found the right time.

"I don't, or... I didn't I guess, I don't know, I just... he's so pretty and wonderful and kind and now that I haven't seen him in so long... it feels like I'm going insane bin, like I need him to breathe or something, I don't know, that was cringe," Minho sighed.

"No no, I get it, I get like that with Felix too, I guess I... I honestly don't know, I don't want to say you missed your chance but I mean jisung was really devastated after you rejected him and then after what happened with yeosang, I mean I don't know if he'll be willing to take you back, but if he is, you'll have some making things up to him to do," Changbin said.

"I know, I know I'll have to make everything up to him, but I'm probably too late, there's probably no point anyway," Minho sighed deeply, his head drooping again.

"I... don't say that, I'll talk to Felix, maybe we can help you two," Changbin relented.

"Thank you so much changbin, I'll owe you, I swear," Minho said as he turned, seeing the door to the flower shop close.

It was seungmin leaving work, he had been there for a little over a month and a half and as far as Minho had been told, he really liked it there.

Minho didn't even stay for his whole shift, he walked back to his house and climbed into bed with his cats.

"Soonie, what's happening to me, I'm not supposed to like him," Minho sighed.

Soonie nuzzled his hand and he pet his head.

"Hopefully Felix will be willing to help me, I know he's Jisung's best friend and will want what's best for him but he also loves love, so maybe he'll do it," Minho said to the cat.

"I'm insane," he muttered to himself as his cat jumped up off of his lap and wandered out of the room.

He tensed as he heard a crash outside of his room and he quickly dialed changbin's number, of course it could just be one of his cats but they tended to be very quiet, so he didn't press the call button immediately as he slid out of bed.

It was at that moment, he heard a whisper of 'shut up' and ran into his bathroom, locking the door and calling Changbin.

"Hey Minho, what's up," Changbin answered.

"Changbin there is someone in my house, I'm locked in the bathroom right now but please help me," Minho whispered quickly.

"Holy shit are you serious?" He asked and Minho breathed out several yes replies, trying not to cry.

"Why didn't you call the police?" Changbin asked and Minho practically wanted to swear at him.

"I don't know Changbin, I panicked, I don't know," it was at that moment that the door to the bathroom shook violently.

"Minho I know you're in there," the person said and Minho paled at the voice.

"Holy shit," he whispered, deathly still.

"What, Minho what's going on," Changbin whispered.

"It's Hayden," is all he replied.

"That's impossible Minho, that's impossible right?" Changbin asked.

"I thought so, I guess it's not, because it's him, I... maybe I should go out there," Minho said.

"NO YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT," Changbin shouted as the bathroom door continued to rattle, Minho knew he wouldn't be safe in there for very long.

It seemed like the absolute worst time but of course it was because at that moment the line went dead and Minho went to call him back and his phone wouldn't turn on, it had died, curse his inconsistent charging habits.

Minho took a shaky breath, things had just gotten a lot worse for him. He was locked in his bathroom with his door barely holding on against the continued assaults with no way of contacting the outside world.

He curled up, shaking and trying to control his labored breathing, hoping futilely that his friend would be able to save him before his vengeful ex was able to break the door down.

He wasn't looking towards it as he heard the smash of his doorframe breaking but he definitely felt the presence next to him.

"Minnie, don't you know I've been looking for you," he spoke and Minho squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

His hand clamped down on Minho's arm and Minho instinctively lashed out, kicking him away, his eyes finally blowing open.

Hayden gritted his jaw and grabbed Minho, dragging him off of the floor.

Minho went to scream but Hayden's strong hand clamped his mouth. He was dragged out but he certainly didn't go silently, he kicked and flailed and knocked things over all the way until he was in the trunk and the trunk was closed and at that point he damned himself for not getting closer with any of his neighbors because maybe if he had, someone would've been willing to help him, but he wasn't.

So he got taken away.