Sweetheart (Minsung)

14. Is Everything Normal?

TW: Graphic description, start of SA (but quickly stopped)

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Jisung's eyes flutter open to reveal the slightly lit room where the old couch that he had found himself in was. The sun was peeking over the horizon, causing a faint orange glow to filter through the dirty space.

The boy groaned while sitting up, a throbbing pain in his arm and sharp dots of pain from his face to his shoulder. When Jisung had fully sat up, he stared out the window, remembering the events from the day before.

The award show, sneaking off to this place and seeing Minho, going back home, the fight...

He shook his head, wanting to rid the memories of the small argument he had with his lover. The boy stood up, stumbling to the bathroom to be met with a sink full of bloody glass shards. He inspected the wounds; now whatever blood left was brown and dry.

While gently touching the cut on his cheek he noticed a big purple bruise on his arm. He shifted his focus to it, poking the wound and hissing. Jisung sighed, knowing it would be better to fix himself up at home, no matter how much he didn't want to go.

Inside, he still hoped Minho would show up. A nice distraction from the train wreck of his life and feelings would be welcomed with open arms right now.

He leaves the house as the sun rises, lighting up the streets with a welcoming glow as the streetlamps turn off. Before he knows it, the door to his own abode is in front and key in the lock.

Jisung enters the home, hearing light snores from Eun's room and padding to the bathroom. Once there, he gets out the med kit, opening it to find an array of bandages and medication. The boy turns on the shower, stripping and entering once it's hot enough.

The temperature stings his cuts, but he knows it will help clean them. He was worried about any possible infections from sleeping on the old couch but hadn't noticed any signs of one yet. Jisung stopped the water and stepped out, wrapping his towel around his waist and standing in front of the mirror.

He notices a bruise on his stomach too, and when he turns around, another sits on his back. The boy just sighs, drying his face and body prior to putting on fresh clothes. He then grabbed some butterfly tape, taping over the gash on his face and some of the worse ones on his neck, shoulder and arms.

To protects the tape on his arms, he wrapped a thin bandage around each, tucking it in at the top and pulling down his hoodie sleeves.

Jisung left the bathroom after putting the medical kit away and entered the kitchen. It had been cleaned of all the glass shards and his phone lay on the bench, screen cracked from where it had fallen somewhere.

He made coffee, sitting at the dining table and sipping on it in silence. The boy's thoughts tumbled through his mind as he tried to piece them together.

He loved Eun, he's sure he did.

But was it right?

Sure, he had left without notice and caused the other to worry, so he was wrong, but did he really deserve to get injured like this.

Yes.

His mind conjured up the answer, seeing as his boyfriend thought the punishment fit the crime, then it must be true.

Someone sitting next to him brought him from his trance. Eun smiled as he placed his coffee cup down, lifting a hand to grab Jisung's chin. His fingers were cold and rough as he turned his head to the side to inspect his wounds.

The other then brought his hand down and tugged at his jumper, revealing the other injuries. He soon let go, grabbing his cup and sipping slowly.

"I went through your phone. I didn't find anything but deleted your social medias just in case." He turned his gaze to his boyfriend, a smirk on his lips as his hand moved to the younger's arm.

"I'm sorry for getting angry. Do you forgive me?" He tilted his head to the side and pouted. Jisung looked away, not answering and when a few moments had passed the hand covering his own glided up his arm. The cold touch sent shivers through his bones, the fabric of his jumper offering no aid.

"I know how to make it up to you." Eun said lowly, lust glazing over his eyes. The younger gulped, staring back at him in disbelief. Before he could answer, he was pulled from his chair quickly and harshly pushed against the wall.

Lips joined to his in a rushed kiss while his hands remained at his sides, unmoving. His boyfriend's hands however had already gone to roaming his body. He is momentarily frozen as his brain tries to catch up to what's happening, but when it does, he gently pushes on his shoulders.

Reluctantly, Eun moves back slightly after feeling the slight push.

"Eun, I'm sorry, but I'm not in the mood right now." Jisung whispers, making the other sigh.

"Your never in the mood." He looks at the floor, before looking back at the younger, eyes falling to his lips.

"Please? We haven't done it in ages." He asks, moving closer again. His boyfriend glances away, guilt starting to cloud his brain. It was true, they hadn't been intimate in ages, and it was his fault for never wanting to, but he was allowed to not want to. Right?

"Look, I'm sorry, ok? But the answer is still no." Eun huffs as he steps back, grabbing his coffee and heading back to his room, grumbling about sleep.

Jisung relaxes when he leaves and walks to the couch, flicking on the news channel and settling into the comfy cushions.

Dr Young, a well-known psychiatrist has been found dead in his office. The camera's seemed to have been wiped of all evidence, along with the room. The man was found with a knife through his skull and multiple incisions on his arms and neck spelling out words and sentences. Some include, fake, bullshit, liar, and fraud.

The TV showed footage of the room, bloodstains on the desk and chair as well as many broken items. It also presented a photo of the boy's psychiatrist off to the side. The news lady kept rambling on as something in the photo caught Jisung's attention.

He pulled out his phone quickly, rushing to take a photo before it changed to another image. He looked at the photo, zooming into a spot under the desk where a piece of paper lay. He zoomed in further, soon able to read the neat handwriting he had seen before.

A present for you sweetheart.