My Saviour [A Minsung Fanfiction]

DISGUISE

Listen to "Can I be him" by James Arthur.

It was afternoon, with Jisung dragging a big-ass bag along with him in the airport as he finished checking in. The tickets back to Korea were obviously costly, and above all, he didn't even do it beforehand. But worrying about money won't help the situation, he couldn't let Minho get in danger, never. At least not until he's alive. So, he made a calculation, though his math was weak, that if he spends every penny he brought with him, he'd at least be able to safely land in Korea, then that hell's hole, or you can say, his so-called "house". And about eating? All he knows that he'll make it out alive, and moreover, he has starved before too. So, nothing new.

He grew up experiencing more violence, and a mere lack of food won't kill him.

If it did, then it'd be for good. Because he'd rather die than see that woman.

The flight arrived, and like bees returning to their hive, the passengers went inside it. It wasn't even a direct flight, so it will take longer than last time to reach Korea. And he was perturbed about this, like, who wouldn't be? Someone called you and threatened to take the person you care about the most if you don't go to them. What if they think Jisung ran away and kidnap Minho? No! Minho should stay away from all this, and most importantly he shouldn't take any calls from unknown numbers at the moment.

He was about to message Minho, but then restrained himself on his own. Because, the problem was that he can't.

He can't communicate with Minho, it will screw it up more than it already is.

The older will ask him what's the reason, and as far as Jisung knows, he can't be convinced with some sickly irrelevant excuses that the latter always ends coming up with. And on top of all that, he can't stop feeling sorry thinking about Minho's state of mind once he comes back and can't find him. He will again blame himself for everything, he would think it was his fault to confess his feelings and it was either too fast for Jisung or he didn't actually like him. And that's why he left him on his own without a single notice. I wish I could tell him that how much I care for him. How much I want to see him happy.

How much I want him safe, living a life he always wanted.

But it hurt Jisung at his core to stay away from the elder. The connection that they always had, grew even stronger, and the boy could only pray and hope that those people don't do anything. Now that he is alone again, he could feel that how attached he became to Minho. Because it's rare for someone, who has been alone almost all their life, to find it difficult to be parted from someone certain.

Few lines that were scattered all accross arranged themselves in his mind, and came out as a beautiful verse. That's just how the mind of a person who writes songs work. Whether joy or misery, their feelings blend with a specific melody, rhyming, and a rhythm which comes straight out of their hearts. Jisung gazed outside the window, his head resting against the glass as the two young men beside him bantered endlessly. Though he can never be free of those distressful thoughts, writing songs or getting an idea to write one, has always been a temporary escape for him. And he was going to use that now.

Ignoring the males, who he was unfortunately sitting with, he takes out his phone.

And straight goes to the notepad to vomit those bottled up feelings inside of him.

[Verse 1]
Because you're on my mind more today,

My vision is slowly getting blurry,

After a long time passes,

I wonder if you'll gradually fade away from my mind.