Trope (Minsung)

Softly

Cars hoot. Motorbikes rev and zoom. Cab and taxi drivers holler at the top of their lungs. The noise wakes Jisung up just like farm animals would.

Last night was weird. He wonders if Minho will address that weirdness. Jisung scoffs, as he rubs his eyes. If he doesn't say anything about all that touching last night, Jisung sure won't make a peep about it.

Realisation strikes him when he realises that he's alone. Alone.

Minho is in the ensuite bathroom. He hears pop songs and shower water blend into one great noise coming from there.

Without missing beat, Jisung springs to his feet. He grabs his shoes, and as fate would have it, the door is locked, but he opens it quickly.

Wow. He's really doing this. Running away.

In the buttcrack of dawn, Jisung stalks down the corridors leading to the exit of the building.

Stairs. Stairs. He's climbing up the stairs faster than he could ever be capable be of. He was never athletic, but life teaches one to be athletic in situations like these.

Fate is on his side. Early sunrise and fresh funky city air greets him in the open of the roads. Yes.

He's walking down the road, and remembers that he knows no-one around here. It's not safe. Remembering the mentioned police station, he begins to rush down the street.

Barefoot. The cold of the pavement is unforgiving. But the pain will be worth it once he's back home, and that criminal is locked up.

Five minutes, and no police station. Just multiple miscellaneous shops, buildings, and cars.

"Get the fuck out of the way!" A random man shoves past Jisung.

More people are emerging on the streets. But they all mind their business and destinations. They are all moving so fast and in a hurry.

"Sorry" Jisung responds clutching his shoes, and rushing away from the busy part of the sidewalk.

He's lost. Confused. Barefoot. Hungry. Cold. The list could go on for ages.

"I can't give up." He whispers.

Deciding that holding his converse shoes in his hand looks looney, he puts them where belong finally. On his feet.

They say glory comes in the morning. It's true. A huge sectioned premises looking to be a police station, indeed prevails itself.

He'll get help.

"Hey are you okay? You look a little lost "

He is. But strangers can't be trusted.

"Hey, hey, I'm with SVPD, detective Chan. Are you alright there bud ?"

The man is wearing normal clothes, like a civilian. He has a sharp and muscular look to him.

And he's right infront of the police station. He has to be trustworthy.

"Hey, you can trust me, are you alright? Need me to call a parent?"

Jisung couldn't have looked that young ? parent? He is a whole adult. A man!

"No...I need to get back home. I'm not from here...I was taken against will all the way here" Jisung mutters so quickly, that even he can't hear himself properly.

"Okay..calm down...deep breaths. I hear you. I'll get you the help you need " He assures, gently wrapping his arm around the boy.

They are walking normally towards the entrance of the police station.

"Come through the back, It's a busy morning in there. We'll get an officer to file a case for you immediately " The man says, leading Jisung into an alternative route.

Glory comes in the morning. Just not for Jisung.

A few more steps into a designated area, with this man, and suddenly everything goes black.

A muffled 'help' goes unheard as Jisung has his mouth forcefully suppressed by a cloth.

A cloth that induces darkness and nightmares back into Jisung's life.

•

He knows better than to cry. He knows this because the stoic and still expression on Minho's face is telling Jisung to try him.

He is right back where he started. In the loft with the person who could probably murder him as of now.

Minho is wearing a two piece suit. Like the fat men in that creepy fancy club. Unlike those men, it makes him look so dapper. Like a secret spy in a movie. Like an esteemed business man.

"I'm sorry" Han blurts desperately, trying not to cry.

Minho doesn't pay him a single glance. He is focused on the blunt he analysing as if it has ingredients to be studied.

Focusing on that stupid blunt like he doesn't have Jisung tied up like an animal. Ropes tied skillfully around his feet. Ropes tied punishingly around his hands.

The aftereffects of that gas he inhaled still linger in Jisung's form. Tears stinging his eyes that he is certain have reddened.

"Just let me go... please! I won't t-tell anyone. I'll find my way home. Act like-like-

"Like it never happened?" Minho finally says something. More like talking to himself though, because he doesn't look at the shaking boy infront of him.

Frail and shaking with fear.

Jisung says nothing. The sarcasm shuts him up immediately.

"You're so funny you know? That stupid man reported you as a missing person."

"Who is he to you?"

"Boss" Jisung lies as soon as the thought flashes in his panicked mind. He needs to protect uncle Taerae at all costs.

"I've been too kind to you. That's what's giving you the courage to lie and run all over the city barefoot " Minho sighs out loud dramatically.

There is a faux disappointment in his tone.

"I'm n-n-not lying" Jisung says in a broken whisper.

"Shhhhh Baby... I'll fix it."

A/N

Paper rings by Taylor Swift for first part because I imagined Han running away with song playing in the background.lol.

If you think you're pretty by Artemas for second half.

Anywho, saw a certain changbin and Chan edit today. It's wrecking my life🫣 They're so fine😮‍💨😮‍💨