stockholm syndrome | minsung

chapter nine

** mature content up ahead after the next asterisks. if you are uncomfortable with it, you can skip the rest of the chapter.

the familiarity of the situation was eating jisung up from the inside. once more, he was sat in the corner of the basement, rocking himself back and forth.

tears ran down his cheeks as he tried to breathe slowly and calmly.

it still did not work.

his sobs echoed in the room from time to time. how could he be so stupid? blatantly disobeying the one rule that had been set?

biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to stop the tears, jisung tried breathing slowly again.

in through the nose. hold for a few seconds. out through the mouth.

repeat.

in through the nose. hold for a few seconds. out through the mouth.

in some sort of miracle turn of events, it actually helped the flow of tears die down a little.

despite the situation, he found himself smiling. just lightly. but smiling nonetheless.

repeat.

as he sat there breathing, the stairs began creaking.

the entirety of jisung's body tensed up as he curled himself up into the smallest little ball he possibly could.

the door opened with a slam.

"are you okay?" surprisingly, the voice sounded more concerned than angry. but jisung still kept quiet. "jisung, please talk to me. are you okay? what... did you see?"

"drawings," he replied, keeping his eyes steady on the concrete in front of his feet. "and a body." the last part was a mumble not meant to be heard.

"right. i'm sorry about the body. it was all for your safety, my love. they were after you. and i won't let anything harm you. anything."

my love.

"i'm sorry, too. are you mad at me?"

"a little. i mean, you only had to follow one rule, and you broke it within a few minutes. don't go into my room. and don't wander. got it?" minho's voice was stern, making jisung's eyes prickle with tears once more.

but he nodded. "of course."

"good." minho's voice softened, and he took a few quiet steps over to where jisung was sat. the older brought his hand up, petting jisung's hair with a quiet chuckle.

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then, he let the hand move down, landing on the younger boy's cheek. then chin.

jisung's head was forcefully lifted.

and the eyes he was met with made him shrink even more.

because the pure lust in those eyes were almost frightening.

a small grin grew on minho's face as he slowly leaned in. and as desperate for the little grudge between them to disappear as he was, jisung closed the gap between them quickly.

the kiss was anything that the previous ones hadn't been. it was not slow, nor passionate.

or, perhaps it was passionate.

but it was far from slow and calm.

minho's lips moved roughly against the other boy's, making his head bump against the wall every now and then.

the hand that had been on jisung's cheek dropped, landing on his chest instead.

a yelp escaped his mouth as his lower lip was bit. but the feeling of minho's tongue roaming around his mouth made up for the stinging of the bite.

the hand travelled further down, causing a knot of excitement to form in jisung's stomach. was this really happening?

the hand was resting right above the hem of his jeans now. minho broke away from the kiss, looking the other deep in the eyes.

"are you okay with this?"

"please touch me." jisung whispered back, cringing at his own words. the desperation laid thick in his voice.

a chuckle came from minho. "ask and you shall receive, my dear."

the nickname, along with the feeling of minho's hand travelling further down made jisung's eyes roll back slightly.

never before had he been this aroused. it was driving him insane.

and as minho began kissing down his neck, the first sound of pure pleasure escaped jisung's mouth. after it had came out, he slapped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

but minho took the hand away. "don't be embarrassed." he calmly spoke, giving the hand a kiss before gently placing it along jisung's side.

jisung was madly in love.

and he made sure that minho was fully aware of it that night.