My Saviour [A Minsung Fanfiction]

DECISION

Listen to "DLMLU" by Stray Kids.

Guilty. Guilty was all Minho could feel, he was blaming himself to the point that he wouldn't have complained if someone beat him up. Because he thinks he deserves that. He's the reason why Jisung is suffering. Why did he have to be so weak? Why can't he say no to the things he doesn't want? Last night, Hannah kissed him. She did that because her ex was in the party as well and she wanted to make him regret leaving her, well that's what Minho has been told. But the actual truth was that, Hannah has never been in a relationship and it was all just her and her brother's plan. When her lips captured Minho's, he couldn't even describe how wrong it felt.

Doing this with her. He wanted to push her away, but the thing was that he didn't.

He couldn't. Because he's weak.

But when he kisses Jisung, it feels...as if they were just made for eachother. Their lips were meant to be connected. This difference left him with so many questions, he doesn't even know the answers to them. Just as Hannah did that, he knows that was disrespectful, but he couldn't help running away until he bumped into Seungmin who seemed to be searching for Minho too. Without wasting a minute, the older male asked Seungmin about Jisung.

On the other hand, Seungmin knew Jisung left with Chan. He didn't trust the man, but he didn't bother going after them either. Kidnapping Jisung would be the last thing on the man's plan. He told Minho about Jisung but not about Chan, because he knows if he does he'd have to explain more and when the latter finds out that he's that particular Australian man he's been searching for, things would become worse. So Seungmin kept Chan's real identity a secret. On his way back to the hotel, Minho was worried to death. He ran straight into Jisung's room, to see him lying on the bed, with eyes closed. There was a sticky note on the night table that read,

"He has fever."

That person was considerate to even think of leaving a note. Jisung looked more pale than usual, his beautiful lips lost their colour and appeared to be a little bluish, dark under eyes, which was naturally dark because there was no sign of mascara at that moment. Minho tried waking him up but he didn't, that just made the older critically worried. Jisung's fever was gone, but he was unconscious maybe. His pulse rate and heartbeat, both were normal. Minho sat beside him, leaning against the headboard and caressed the younger's cold hands.

He wanted Jisung to wake up and yell at him, saying it's all his fault for leaving him alone like that.

It really was.

And only he could tell, how much he was hurting, how much his heart ached. He texted Felix knowing there was no way of him seeing his message at this hour, it was 3am. But he didn't want to worry someone else for his mistakes. He didn't even know about any hospitals here, it at least needs to be 6am for him to go ask for someone to help. He held Jisung tight to his body, wanting to pass all the warmth he has within him to the sick and cold boy. But he knows that he can never be as great as Jisung. He really was a saviour.

"I'm sorry, Sung..."

"Don't forgive me..."

"Please wake up..."

The older kept mumbling these, until he heard Jisung utter with his faint voice.

"Hyung,...stay..."

Minho wanted to cry. He truly did, he waited for his tears to fall. But they never did. He buried his face in the boy's neck, and placed countless kisses everywhere. Hoping he would open his eyes and tell Minho that he's going to be okay. The younger was lost somewhere, not caring about the storm destroying everything inside Minho. He would never be able to live if something happens to Jisung, he was sure of that. Should I just take him to the hospital? I can't sit idly here and wait for others. But, Jisung wasn't struggling. Maybe he needs some rest. It felt like thousands of spines were stabbing his heart, and the boy was the only one who can make them all disappear with his words.