Spotlight ☆ | minsung

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Dicember had come like a crashing wave with its low temperatures and freezing atmosphere.

As Jisung walked back home from the café, a big scarf covered his neck and half of his reddish face, acting like a fluffy shield against the piercing cold that was numbing his ears and the tips of his fingers.

He breathed out, a white cloud forming from it as he smiled to himself, loving this weather. He knew anytime it could start snowing and he could literally bounce with anticipation creeping up his body as he looked up to the sky to see the grey clouds promising the first snow close.

He giggled to himself a little bit before he kept on walking, his body aching to just get home and sink in his bed for a well deserved nap and his mind urging him to sit down and study for his end of term exams instead.

Even if he was conflicted about putting his sleep before his grades or not, he decided to just think about it when he reached the warmth of his little shared apartment. The fact that he knew it was all to himself made him just want to get there faster.

Minho's scent, still on the scarf Jisung was wearing, kept mixing with the cold air, getting lost in the way. His boyfriend had been at the cafe that morning, it was their routine, unbreakable. The man had noticed how Jisung had nothing but his sweater to protect him from the cold, so he had given him his own scarf, insisting until the brunette had finally accepted.

Thinking back to it made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, contrast with the freezing from outside.

He was happier than ever, truly. Everything had took a turn for the better since he met Minho. The memories of his past were just that, memories. Faint images that sometimes tormented his dreams to turn them into nightmares, just as he woke up in his boyfriend's arms, soft snores leaving his lips and calming Jisung down unintentionally.

His thoughts were cut off short as he heard someone calling his name, one time, two times.

A tug to his arm and he was turned to face the owner of the voice.

"Fuck, it really is you."

Eyes wide open, heart broken in a million pieces, feet stuck to the ground and the growing urge to run away and cry. Funny, he was just thinking about how happy he was before Myeongjun appeared before him to crumble his dreams and turn them into those nightmares long forgotten.

The grip on his arm got tighter when he pathetically tried to shove the guy off, as he pulled him into an empty alley against his will.

"You disappeared for two whole years, Jisung. You left me without a reason to do so." his words had some kind of coldness Minho's scarf couldn't shield him from.

"I-"

"Can't even find some good excuse?" he hadn't let him even try. "I loved you, Jisung, and what did I get in return? Abandonment."

It eased his mind to think that there, in the buzzing street, Myeongjun couldn't hit him like he used to do. The only damage he could make was with words.

"Why did you leave? Did you find someone else, slut?" maybe words were just as bad, if not worse than the punches and smacks to his face and body.

Jisung tried to shake him off again. He still couldn't. The raven male reached a hand out and Jisung couldn't help the flinching as his eyes shut closed, awaiting for the sharp pain on his cheek, the one he knew all to well. It never came.

"Gucci, huh?" Myeongjun had taken the label of his scarf between his fingers. "So you're a sugar baby now, Jisung? A fucking money whore?"

"Please, let me go." he sadly whispered.