Jisung woke up, immediately washing his face and making his way to the kitchen. He had just put bread in the toaster when arms snaked around his waist.
"Morning Eun."
"Morning Babe."
The younger felt kisses on the back of his neck and the hands start to glide down his body. He twisted around to face his boyfriend, lips attaching to his when he did. He quickly broke away.
"Eun what are you doing?" He asked, leaning back on the counter.
"I want to have some fun." He replied, attacking his neck again. Jisung put his hands on the others shoulder, gently trying to push him away.
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood." He said when being met with resistance. Eun didn't stop, his hands now moving down the youngers thighs.
"Eun." He said sternly, making the other look up. "I said I'm not in the mood."
"Come on, we haven't done it in months!" He whines, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend. Jisung moved his head.
"That doesn't matter. I'm sorry, but I don't want to." Eun angrily pushed off, running a hand through his hair.
"IT DOES MATTER! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LOVE YOU IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THIS?" He yelled. Jisung stayed calm.
"Sex shouldn't matter. You should love me regardless of that!" He replied, standing his ground.
"Well, if that's the case I'm calling Daeho!" He got out this phone, immediately it was snatched away by Jisung.
"We talked about this! You can't do this with your old fuck buddy again!" He said, tears brimming his eyes. Eun snatched his phone.
"You left me no choice! Now leave the house for the day." The younger silently went to his room and got dressed, packing a small backpack with snacks. He walked back out, collecting his toast and buttering it quickly.
He ate it while putting his shoes on and leaving, finishing it as he neared the end of his neighborhood. Jisung walked for a while longer, down a path he had travelled down a million times.
He arrived at the small park, sitting on the swings and putting in his earbuds. He started to play some music, kicking off the ground and swinging back. The boy did this for a while, enjoying his break and pushing Eun as far out of his mind as possible.
A shape moved in the corner of his eye, catching his attention. From where he was, every time he swung high enough, he could see a man leaning against a wall, lit cigarette in hand. He gasped, swinging back up again to get a better look.
It was him, the dead man with striking red lips and black hair.
When Jisung was up again, he was gone, as if he was never there at all. The boy jumped down, ripping out his earbuds and rushing to the corner of the wall where he was. He looked around, but the man was gone, and people were starting to notice his weird behavior.
He was about to go a random direction when he saw a something on the wall.
An arrow.
It was pointing down an eerily empty, random street. He took a deep breath and started walking. He checked all the side streets, not finding another arrow to lead him somewhere else, eventually making it to where the street split into two others.
The boy sighed, feeling his stomach rumble and crouching down to get something from his bag. As he started to go through it a marking on the ground caught his eye. An arrow was drawn pointing to the right.
He looked to the right, eyes widening when he saw a hooded figure leaning against the wall of a space between buildings. Jisung pulled out a granola bar, looking down for just a second as he flung the backpack over his shoulder and stood up.
He turned back to the street, the stranger no longer there. He started down the street, directly for where he last saw the guy while eating the food he got out.
When he got there, he was at a long and dark street, an arrow pointing into it.
"Here goes nothing." He whispered as he entered the smelly side street, disgusted by the mess this stranger was making him walk through. He recoiled in disgust at the insects climbing over the walls and garbage.
"ewewewewewewewewewewe." He repeated as he hop-ran to the end, breathing the fresh air deeply when he did.
"Fuck you whoever made me do that." He cursed, now looking around for the next arrow. He was now in-between two houses, in front of him an arrow that pointed up, with a ladder next to it. Jisung stepped up, and started climb, one rung at a time.
He got to the top, lifting himself over the wall around the rooftop. There were a few boxes and other items, the next building over having a triangular roof. The boy could see an arrow on the roof next door, painted on the very skinny ledge that ran along the top.
He walked over, assessing the distance apart. Sighing, he pulled a box over so that he could step on it and onto the ledge easier. When he was happy, he moved to the other end of the rooftop.
Jisung took a deep breath and started running full speed to the edge. He stepped up with one foot onto the box, then the other on the ledge. He used all his strength to push off, flying through the air.
"AAAHHHHHHH!" He screamed, limbs flailing before landing, dropping and rolling to control his momentum. He tumbled a bit along the roof, soon falling off the side and sliding down the tiles.
He quickly threw a hand up, stopping himself from falling by grabbing the gutter. He was now hanging 3 stories from the ground by one arm. Jisung flung a leg up, pulling himself up and using the tiles to climb to the very top, sitting and relaxing for a moment.
He looked at the view, admiring the clouds, empty roads and peacefulness. Eventually he stood up, carefully walking to the other end of the roof. When he looked down, an arrow was painted pointing to across the street where another dark alleyway was.
Jisung turns around, dropping so that he is hanging on by the edge. He extends his leg to reach the next building close by, pressing against it so he balances. Now he lets go of the pressure on both walls, dropping down a meter before putting the pressure back.
After doing that a few times, the boy is on the ground and rushing to where the arrow was pointing.
He arrives there, exhausted and out of breath, only to be met with graffiti on the wall of a dead end.
Try again sweetheart.
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Sweetheart (Minsung)
Fanfiction"We shouldn't be doing this." "Do you want to stop?" "No." ---------------------------------- Villain x Hero's sidekick ---------------------------------- All characters are Oc's except for Minho and Jisung. Warning: Smut Graphic Violence SA (kind o...
