Sweetheart (Minsung)

7. Close Call

Jisung felt the hands being ripped from his body as grunts left the old men. He stood there, wrapping his arms around himself as he watched.

Someone who's face was covered by a hood was punching the two men. One was trying to fight back and the other started to run to the door but was pulled back. He punched him again, making the man collapse.

The other old guy suddenly stands up and tries to punch the stranger. He is blocked and his arm twists at an inhumane angle as he lets out a scream. He is thrown to the ground while clutching his arm.

More tears were streaming down Jisungs face, and he held a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds of him crying. He slid down the wall and hugged his knees closer to his body.

The figure pulled out a gun, two shots ringing out in the room. The boy flinches at each, now trying to stare up at the figure. The man walks up as the smaller tenses, he squats down, gently grabbing his chin. He moves his face side to side, checking for injuries. He notices the bite marks along his neck and shoulder, an anger flaring up in his eyes. He pushed it away, needing to focus on the trembling boy in front of him.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" His voice was smooth like honey, caring and kind. Jisung nodded, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He tried to look at the hooded person in front of him; to see his face but the darkness and new tears made it impossible.

Voices and footsteps could be heard outside. The stranger looked over,

"Shit." He mumbled standing up and walking to the other end of the room to the only light source. He opened the window, looking at Jisung before jumping through.

That was when his eyes widened, enough tears cleared away to see, with the light, 

those same red lips.

The ones that had never left his mind.

His head snapped towards the door as Eun and Jae entered.

"There you are! We were wondering where you were." He exclaimed as he entered, halting when he saw the dead bodies.

"Jisung, what did you do? We were supposed to capture them, not kill them!" He ran a hand through his hair frustratingly. He left the room as Jae came up to help him stand.

"He doesn't even care?" He whispered while being guided out of the room. Jae stayed silent until they got to the changing room from before.

"What does he have to care about?" He froze for a moment, staring blankly at the other before being pushed a little towards the door.

"Get changed and come out to the car."

Jisung walked in, heading over to his clothes when he was stopped by the reflection in the mirror. Along his neck and to his shoulder were red and purple bite marks.

He stepped closer, now able to see some of the blood that dried there. More tears stained his face as he thought back on it. The boy quickly dressed himself and wiped away the new tears, leaving the room and walking to the car.

The ride was silent except for Eun yelling over the phone.

"We didn't capture them, but they were killed."

"Yes, I know that wasn't what we were supposed to do!"

"Shit happens!"

He ended the phone call, groaning and lying back against his seat. Jisung zones out while the two brothers talked in the front. 

As soon as they pulled up, the youngest got out and ran inside. He locked himself in the bathroom connected to his bedroom, quickly turning on the shower and getting in.

He turned the heat up to a scolding temperature, wanting to wash away the feeling of hands off of his body. It felt like they were burned into his skin, to be a reminder forever.

After he was done, he stepped out, drying off and dressed again, he heads to the kitchen. The boy makes cereal, fully aware of the judgement and blame in the gaze of his boyfriend. Eun and Jae eventually move to the living room, wanting to discuss something in private.

Curiosity gets the better of Jisung and he creeps towards the same room, stopping at the wall. Their voices drift to his ears.

"I shouldn't have trusted him with such an important job, he just fucked it up."

"Do we even know if he killed them?"

"There is no way he did, he is much too weak for that."

"Then who killed them?"

"Not sure. We might have to use him as bait to find that out, seeing as we probably interrupted him being killed."

"Couldn't he get killed from that?"

"See it as punishment for screwing up our plan." Laughter erupted from the two as one flicked on the TV.

Behind the wall, Jisung wiped tears he didn't even realize were falling. He got up, dumping the bowl of cereal down the sink and going to bed.

He laid down, letting the tears fall and soak his pillow. He made no sound, just let all his emotions fall silently from his eyes.