Wrong love | Minsung {Discontinued}

34 - Towel

-Minho-

I gazed at the red puddle gathering beneath the man who lay unconscious. My eyes then shifted to the small figure atop him, hands trembling and stained with blood, staring at them in disbelief. "Sung... What have you done?" I asked cautiously, uncertain of his state of mind. Jisung slowly turned towards me, his eyes gleaming not with malice, but with regret and horror. His lip quivered, forming a pout. "Hyung... I'm a... a monster..." he stuttered.

I took a cautious step towards the figure on the floor, and the scared boy immediately scurried away, crawling over to a corner, burying his head in his knees as he trembled and sobbed. My heart ached at the sight of the young boy's distress, but I forced myself to divert my attention to the bloodied figure sprawled on the ground. Despite the crimson stains that marred his form, I could still discern the face.

My gaze hardened, a small scowl forming across my features. This was Dae, the very same man who had inflicted harm upon Jisung. Hatred simmered within me as I stared at the lifeless form before me. With a determined effort, I tore my eyes away from Dae's inert body and directed my attention towards the trembling boy huddled in the corner. Approaching him slowly, I made sure to mask any hint of anger from my countenance, yet he still looked terrified.

"H-Hyung, I didn't mean to, I promise!" He stumbled over his words, still in a state of shock. Drawing closer to him, I kneeled in front of him, seeking to offer comfort amidst the chaos. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, Minho hyu-" His rambling was interrupted by a gentle kiss on his lips, a gesture that seemed to momentarily soothe his turmoil. Extending my hand, I tenderly stroked the still-fresh blood on his cheek.

"It was Dae, correct?" I inquired of Jisung with a soft, caring voice, to which he nodded in affirmation. "Aish, what a bastard," I muttered under my breath, prompting Jisung to lower his gaze in response. "Not you, sweetie, him," I reassured him, noting his confusion. Realizing that Jisung remained unaware of my knowledge of his past, I resolved to offer clarification later, in a more opportune moment. "I'll explain later, okay?" I promised softly, eliciting a slight nod from him.

As I gazed down at his diminutive form, a strange sensation stirred within me. I had never realized the depth of Jisung's strength and resilience, and it filled me with an unexpected sense of pride. He had confronted and subdued someone whom he had once feared immensely, demonstrating a courage that surpassed all expectations.

I smiled at Jisung, his soft smile mirroring my own, though traces of crimson blood still adorned his face. "Wait... How did you even get here?" he asked, his expression a blend of confusion and curiosity. I scratched my neck awkwardly, letting out a soft chuckle. "Ummm, I had a tracker on you?" I replied tentatively, glancing down at the figure below us. Jisung met my gaze before bursting into giggles. "Of course you did," he remarked, a hint of amusement evident in his voice. I breathed a sigh of relief at his lighthearted response, momentarily forgetting the grim reality of the situation unfolding around us. "So, we should uh, probably work on that," I suggested, nodding towards the lifeless figure lying nearby. Jisung's demeanor shifted instantly, his expression growing serious as he stood up shakily.

We approached the body, and I couldn't help but cringe at the sight of the mutilated corpse. "You didn't exactly hold back," I commented calmly, gesturing towards the numerous wounds adorning the victim's chest. Jisung shot me a look that clearly conveyed his disbelief. I chuckled nervously, averting my gaze back to the body. "Any ideas?" I inquired, glancing at Jisung expectantly. He simply shrugged in response. Surveying the room, I half-expected to find surveillance cameras, but there were none in sight. With a shrug, I made my way to the bathroom, Jisung trailing behind like a lost puppy.

Rummaging under the sink, I unearthed a box of gloves. "Hah, nice," I remarked casually, though the nonchalant tone seemed to catch Jisung off guard. I donned a pair of gloves and passed the box to Jisung, who hurriedly followed suit. Returning to the body, a surge of anger coursed through me. I was on the verge of reaching for the knife, intent on delivering justice with my own hands, when Jisung's voice broke through my thoughts. "We can burn him or something," he mumbled.

Turning to face him, I couldn't resist squeezing his cheeks affectionately before planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Genius," I exclaimed, a genuine smile tugging at my lips. A blush spread across Jisung's cheeks, still visible despite the blood staining his face. He chuckled softly, but his attention quickly returned to the grim reality before us. "Enough flirting, Min, there's a body watching us," he remarked, pointing towards Dae, whose unnervingly open eyes seemed to pierce through the tension-filled atmosphere.

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After a lot of work we burned the body and removed any traces of evidence (Im too tired to write the burning so just imagine everything went fine LMAO) I turned to the boy and took his now clean hands, we walked to the car and i sat him in the passenger seat. I began driving, casually placing my hand on his thigh to both comfort and mildly tease him, hoping it would distract him from the traumatic event.

We arrived back at the house and I looked at him with a soft smile "Go get cleaned up sweetie" He nodded and waddled over to the bathroom which i smiled at. I grabbed my phone and told the others that they couldn't hang out today because Jisung was feeling very ill. Perfect excuse. Hopefully. I hummed to myself on the couch before i heard the bathroom door open, i turned my head quickly to look at the person i loved but i couldn't muster anything out of my mouth.

My cheeks were tinted red as i noticed him in simply just a towel, i gazed at him before he coughed "Can i have one of your hoodies" He asked with a small voice but his face was teasing as i looked back up. I nodded slowly and let out a shaky breath as he walked away. I looked down and felt something tighten in my pants "Shit... Not right now." I mumbled and covered it with a pillow. Jisung came back in one of my hoodies, his hair still slightly wet from the shower he had just taken

"Can you dry my hair?" He asked in a soft and sweet voice that i cooed at, immediately nodding at his request. He sat in front of me and i grabbed the towel, beginning to dry his hair. I could still feel the tension in my pants but ignored it for the sake of Jisung, after all something traumatic just happened to him, was i really going to be a jerk and do something sexual? He was still probably in shock and i didn't want to take advantage of him.

I finished and put the towel down "All dry" I ruffled his soft hair with a smile. He turned back and i thought of him in the towel again, and again i got harder. I bit my lip discretely to try distract myself but not long after, Jisung jumped into my lap

A/N: Heyyy guysss, honestly i might be writing some smut even though i said i wouldnt. But PLEASE keep in mind this would be my ABSOLUTE FIRST TIME. So the chances of it being good are INSANELY low....

ANYWAYS. How do we feel about killer jisung?

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