Rich Boy (Minsung)

26.

a/n

Kim Byeong is an OC.

No One's POV

Yeji hands over her phone without complaint, not wanting to break the trust she has built with this boy. He looks through the phone, handing it back when he doesn't find anything. Jisung sits on the bed, head in his hands. Ryujin puts her hand on his back comfortingly,

"What happened?" She asks gently. He looks up.

"Someone edited a photo of us kissing to make it look like he was someone else. They gave it to him, and he believes it." He confides.

"Well, then he's an idiot." Yeji states making Jisung chuckle. She thinks for a moment,

"I think I know one other person with a phone." She speaks.

"Who?"

"When I bought my phone, I was with this other guy called Kim Byeong. We went to the apple store together." They all look at each other. 

"Let's find him."

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The friend group fan out over the mansion, looking for this guy. The plan was to lead him to the supply closet and trap him so they can get his phone.

Hyunjin finds him in the bathroom, washing his hands.

"Oh, your Kim Byeong, right?" He asks.

"Yeah, that's me. What do you want?" He replies, suspicious.

"Oh, I was just wondering if you want to play Uno with me?" He scoffs at the tall boy.

"Will that stupid kid who is always playing fucking Uno be there?" He was talking about Felix. It made Hyunjin clench his jaw and restrain himself from beating the ever-living shi-

"No, just me and Jisung." He fakes a smile.

"Oh, Jisung." He smiles creepily. "Sure, I'll join."

The older leads the way to the small room, opening the door for him and letting him go first. He shuts the door, locking it and scurrying off to find the rest of the group. When he does, he tells them he trapped him, and they rush over. 

When they get there, the door is barely holding on, and screaming can be heard. Quickly, they open the door and Jisung slips in.

"Hello." He says coldly.

"What do you want?" The other asks, resting surprisingly calmly against the wall.

"Give me your phone." The boy says firmly. Byeong laughs.

"And why would I do that."

"Because I'll get it whether you give it to me or not." Byeong stops laughing, a frown resting on his face instead.

"No." He lunges at Jisung, punching him in the face. He falls to the floor, as the boy gets on top. He punches his face and gut. He smirks before pulling up his sleeve and scratching his nails along the cuts, opening them as blood falls to the floor.

With his free hand, Jisung manages to grab his phone, sliding it along the floor, almost under the door. When it doesn't reach, he punches the other, scrambling away towards the door. Byeong still hasn't realized his phone is gone so he drags the boy back, pulling up his pant leg and doing the same to the scars there.

He screams but is able to scramble away and push the phone through the door. The other lands one more punch to his face before someone drags him off him. He hurriedly stands up, watching the older run away after getting punched by Hyunjin.

"Here." The boy hands him the phone. "You look pretty bad; we should go to the nurse first."

"Gee, thanks. But no, I need to see Minho." With that he leaves down the hall, up the stair and to the office. He stops at a mirror on the way, looking at the blood on his clothes. He quickly covers his open cuts and wipe the blood from his face. Other than a bruise, he looks fine.

The boy knocks, entering the room when the older says. He walks to the chair, sitting down to a frowning Minho. Silently, he opens the phone, going through the gallery and finding the original photo. He chucks the phone on the desk,

"There. I'm not a cheater."

The older looks at it, comparing it to the one he was given. Jisung looks down, now aware of his sleeve and pant leg getting soaked.

"I'm sorry." He hears a choked sob come from his boyfriend. "I love you so much, it hurt when he gave me this photo. I'm sorry for accusing you, and not believing you." He wipes his face. "I should've seen past this shitty editing."

Jisung gets up, walking around the desk and sitting on Mino's lap, tilting his chin up.

"It's okay. I forgive you." His arm and leg were burning. Mind becoming foggy. "You are my whole world." His head was pounding. 

His boyfriend smiled up at him, not knowing what had happened. 

"How did you get the phone?" He asked, tilting his head. The boy drowsily put a finger to his lips.

"Shhhhh. That's a secret." He whispered, smiling. But the other wasn't. 

"Are you okay?" He was worried. His boyfriend, his whole world was acting weird. Not sure what to do, Minho hugged him, just as the world started to spin. He feels the boy kiss him. Black spots are starting to cloud his vision.

Minho leans back, grabbing his arm and seeing the blood-soaked sleeve.

"Jisung!" Alarmed he pulls it up, finally noticing the open cuts. "What happened?" The boy was starting to faint, and he leaned his head on the others shoulder.

"Byeong." Was all he could say before slipping into unconsciousness. He could hear Minho shouting faintly. He could feel his body being picked up; he could feel the wind in his hair.

More shouting. Brighter lights. More blood. Slower pulse.

More tears. Falling from open eyes. From closed eyes.

More bleeding. Internally. Externally. Cold hands.

More pain. Sharper pain. A hand holding his.

Inky blackness. An abyss. Nothing.

No light. No pain. No tears. No blood.

But he would survive.

Right?