Sweetheart (Minsung)

12. Note

Eun grabs Jisung's wrist, storming out of the building.

"In the car. Now." The boy followed his instructions, entering the car with his head down. When the two brothers entered as well, the elder immediately started ranting about how impossible it was, and how he got his trophy taken away.

The younger sat in the backseat, thinking about him. His eyes, his smirk, the fire that his finger trailed down his jaw. His voice, his lips, the way he would feel around him. It was something he hadn't felt in a long time, something he craved.

Jisung closed his eyes, remembering the strangers face, his closeness, his voice, smooth and unwavering. He remembered his words, the ones that wouldn't leave his mind.

You look lonely, and I can fix that.

It was true, he was lonely. Even around his boyfriend he felt isolated. But was there a chance it could change? He could be fixed?

The way he called him sweetheart, the cogs in the younger's brain connecting the pieces as soon as the word left his mouth.

Sweetheart.

His voice sounded as if he was saying it again and again in his mind. The word gave him butterflies, and other feelings he couldn't decipher.

Jisung's mind went to something else. The glide of a hand over his pocket, a feeling that had made him freeze. He reached down, slipping his hand in the pocket. Inside, he felt a small piece of paper.

While Eun and Jae were arguing, he pulled it out, unfolding it to reveal an address.

The same address that was in the picture he was sent. Beneath, words were written in neat handwriting.

Come meet me sweetheart.

The car screeched to a stop outside their house, the brothers quickly leaving Jisung behind. He got out, closing the car door quietly and starting to walk away. He kept an eye on them struggling to open the door while still yelling at eachother until he was far enough away to break into a run.

He sprinted down the dark streets, soon making it to the abandoned house. The boy walked to the front door pausing for a moment. He took a deep breath, placing his hand on the doorknob but hesitating again.

He shook his head, sighing and opening the door. The house was empty, just like it normally was. Jisung stepped in a few steps, slowly letting his hand fall of the handle as he entered further, leaving the door open.

"Hello?" He called out, no one answering him back. Was he being pranked?

The door slammed suddenly, making him jump and turn around quickly. The man was leaning against the wall next to the door, where he had been perfectly concealed.

"Hi." He said smirking and pushing himself off the door. "I'm surprised you came." Jisung's eyes widened as he froze.

"W-Why wouldn't I come?" He stuttered, making the other chuckle. He raised his hand up, tapping his chin as if thinking about something important before facing the boy again.

"I could give you about a hundred reasons, starting with the fact I'm a murderer." He grinned as the younger shivered. "Why did you come?" He asked.

"Well-I-um...you see-" He was cut off by the man waving his hand, dismissing his words as he stepped closer.

"It doesn't matter, I already know." His hands rested behind his back, leaning forward slightly, as he stepped closer again.

"You liked my offer, right?" He tilted his head, taking another step, not letting the boy answer before speaking again.