You're all that I need~

🖤It's called: Free Fall

MINSUNG

Called to the devil and the devil said "Hey, why have you been calling this late? It's like 2AM and the bars all close at 10 in hell, that's a rule I made. Anyway, you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself. And you don't want no help, oh well."

Minho was at his limit.

No he was over his limit.

After months of living in his old, small apartment that he could barely afford during university, he was at his breaking point. The food he got for his cats was the cheapest one from the grocery store, he himself only lived off ramen, the least expensive kind that probably burned off his stomach wall from the amount of salt.

In his mind he searched for any idea, maybe some way to help himself. Even though he had lost hope a long time ago.

But

He had heard about stories of the devil.

There were a lot of fairytales about the creature, told to kids from an early age to scare them off.

He whispered into the dark. "Please devil, help me." A sob wrecked through him and he fell down to his knees, the tears streaming down. He buried his face into his legs, rocking himself back and forth while he let everything out he had held in for a while. The rain soaked him slowly, but he was numb to the cold.

"Hey little one?"

Minho tensed up, the last thing he now needed was for someone to harass him in the middle of the night. He sighed, of course, he had been stupid enough to sit behind an old gas station at 2 am. What did he expect.

Maybe if he ignored the voice it would disappear.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Why are you calling me this late?"

Minho slowly raised his head, turning it towards the person behind him.

It was a man, he looked around his age, wearing a black zip up jacket with a hood that covered his hair. But he wasn't wet, which was weird as he was standing in the rain with him.

"What do you mean?" Minho choked out through the tears.

"Oh sweetheart, what happened to you? Come, get up slowly." The stranger reached out the hand which was previously placed on Minhos shoulder for him to take.

Minho was sceptical, but what could he loose at this point? He had nothing to begin with.

"I have cats." Was for some reason the first thing that came out as he took the hand of the man.

"Others say oh no I have kids, I have family. You say cats." The guy chuckled, and it gave Minho goosebumps. The others voice was charming, deep and yet gentle. "But I'm not here to hurt you, you called me here to help."

"What?" Minho raised his eyebrow as he now stood. He was actually a bit taller than the guy.

He couldn't remember calling anyone.

Or

"Holy shit. You are-"

"Why are you so surprised? You called for me."

"I didn't believe anything would happen." Minho looked down to his feet, feeling quite embarrassed.

"Come on pretty boy, I'll guide you home."

Minho nodded before he realized what he was doing, but the other took his hand in his and motioned him to start walking with a nod of his head.

"Do I owe you something now?" Minho whispered.