Coffee & Tea || minsung

13

The door infront of Jisung slowly opened. On the other side stood a shirtless Minho with an extreme case of bed head. Jisungs eyes glistened glazed with tears. The bruise on his face was a dark purple now.

Something Jisung thought was so disgusting. How could he come to Minhos and show up like this. A mess.

"Jisung..." Minho Yawned. "Jisung?!" He repeated remembering what he had told the boy before. He hid his body behind the door.

Come over if you need me.

"You okay?" Minho asked both of them still standing on each side of the door way.

Just like that Jisung broke. Tears spilled from his face as he fell into Minhos arms just like he did the night he was drunk. Minho remembered it clearly.

"I'm here it's okay." Minho wrappped his arms around the surprisingly light boy. Jisung sobbed into Minhos chest. The tears stained Minhos bare skin.

Those tears sunk into his heart causing him to hug even tighter. He again remembered his sister.

He had to save him. He couldn't go through this twice.

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Minho brought Jisung inside and sat him on the couch. Still sobbing Minho got him a glass of water.

"You don't have to go tell me anything. I'm here if you need me though." He told him as he gave him the glass. Jisung nodded through more and more sniffles and sobs. His body ached.

His face, his thighs, his ass, his arms, his head.

"Do you have tylonel?"

"Yeah of course."

Minho fetched it like a dog and handed it to Jisung. He popped the pills quickly.

"Can I help with your bruise?" Minho pointed holding his hand back from touching his cute cheek. The temptation was strong.

"Oh. Sorry it's so ugly to look at!" Jisung covered it with both of his hands.

"No, don't say that it's not like it's permanent." Minho spoke. "Besides you'd still look good with or without it." Minho had gotten ointment and was softly touching Jisungs cheek now.

"Thanks."

"Are you gonna tell me how you really got the bruise?" Minho asked closing the cap on the ointment.

"What?"

"I know you lied. No one could get a bruise like that from falling."

Seeing Jisung in this state was heartbreaking. Minho needed to help him.

"I really never tell anyone this but I trust you. My dad he... uh hits me sometimes." He admitted. It felt great to finally admit that to someone other than Felix.

Minho felt his heart drop.

"Sung... have you told anyone else?" The nickname came again as he softly touched the youngers knee.

Jisung liked the nickname when Minho said it. Sung.

"Just Lix, I deserve it anyway it's okay."

"How could you say that? There's no excuse good enough to be beating your own son as bad as he did." Minho shook his head wiping the wetness from Jisungs face.

The warmth of Minhos hands calmed him a bit. They were soft and gentle.

"You think this is bad!?" He laughed pointing at the bruise on his face.

"Sung? That's not funny. Did he do something else to you?" Minho scooted closer inspecting Jisungs face.

"No, no sorry no." He backed up quickly. Minho would never like him if he saw his thighs. Every mark that tainted his skin at least Hoon was honest enough to admit how ugly it was. How ugly he was.

"I'm sorry too. Is that why you're here? Did your dad... um hit you?"

"I'm living with my ex now. I ran over here because... I couldn't take it." He sighed placing his head in his palms. Minho knew more about him than his dad did. Only after a couple days too.

"Your ex? Mines extremely toxic. Minjee is crazy." Minho made swirling motions near his head Jisung giggled a little as he went cross-eyed.

"Yeah my ex... I made a deal with him and I just need input."

"Okay what was the deal you made?"

"It sounds so dumb. I just... he lets me stay at his place for free so I can stay away from my dad..." Jisung cut the deal short. It was embarrassing to say. Selling your body for a home. He was disgusting.

"What did he get out of it?"

"He wanted me back so... I let him um have sex with me whenever he wants." He spit it out.

"Sung please say you're kidding."

He shook his head. The tears began to fall again.

"I'm not. I got home from work yesterday and he- he told me to get naked. He said I had 5 seconds."

"You must've been exhausted." Minho comforted him as he continued his story.

"I said I didn't want to knowing we had a deal. He pulled my pants down. Took my shirt off and threw me on the couch. I tried to make him stop I really did. He... he fucked me until I blacked out. He probably continued while I was asleep too. I woke up at 2am and came to your place." Jisung told it straight not skipping a beat.

"Sung..." Minhos hand wrapped around Jisung sweetly. "Do you need anything I can't imagine how much this must've hurt."

"I'm used to it." Jisung smiled. That same damn heart smile. One that shatters Minho into a million pieces.

"You can stay at my place, I'd do anything for a friend." Minho took his arms away wiping the tears from Jisungs face.

"Really... you don't have to." Jisung grabbed Minhos wrists the same way he did in the closet. It took him back. The kiss they shared. It had to have meant something.

No you idiot Minho just called you his friend. You're friends. Stop assuming he likes you.

"Yes really. And you need to stay away from Hoon." Minho whispers softly caressing Jisungs soft cheeks with his thumb.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"No one asked."

Jisung didn't think people loved him. They loved versions of him. Ones he has spun for them, versions of them they have constructed in their minds. The easy versions of him, the easy parts to love.

But Minho....
Minho loved Jisung
every little piece that made him, him.

A/N
Sorry for the long wait 😔

Btw I'm making a Minsung one shot book bc some ideas I can't make into full books 🥰