Sweetheart (Minsung)

17. Drugged

TW: Drugging, Assault

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Jisung rouses from his sleep, sunlight hitting his eyes. He rolls over, trying to avoid the intrusion. Groaning from his inability to fall back to his dreams, the boy drags himself out of bed, shuffling to the bathroom after sweatpants and a jumper.

He started to plan his day as the water cascaded down his skin. Jisung wanted to have coffee, maybe go for walk and then just hangout for a while, if nothing comes up that is. His realization the night before made him see a new perspective. The boy new his relationship was bad, and he should leave but he just couldn't. 

He wouldn't have anywhere else to go, and he had been with Eun too long. Too much of his life had been spent with him, and he was also his boss, so if he left, he would be out of a job, home and have nowhere else to go.

Jisung considered trying to find Minho, but he wasn't sure of their relationship. The man probably wouldn't take him in, maybe he was even using him and toying with his feelings. He sighed, turning off the water and stepping out as too many thoughts started to confuse him.

He quickly dressed and walked to the kitchen, surprised to see Eun waiting for him. The other looked up at the noise of footsteps, his face lighting up too.

"Hi baby! We have another mission tonight, so don't get to busy." He said, rushing to his bedroom after. Jisung stood there confused for a moment before doing what he went there to do.

The boy took the steaming hot cup to the TV. Sitting down and turning on the news.

Sightings of the thought to be dead criminal have been flooding the police station. Citizens are curious as to how and when Eun will stop his tyrannical actions, recently attacking a tobacco store and holding the owner at gunpoint. He reportedly stole a few packs of cigarettes and left.

A lady outside the broken shop window explained. The boy chuckled at his actions, holding up an entire store for a few packs of cigarettes.

Hours went by with no sign of the elder and the other now curled up on the couch, watching whatever show was airing. Footsteps could be heard nearby, and he looked up to see his boyfriend dressed in a black suit.

"There is a suit on your bed, put it on and join me in the car. I'll explain on the way." He told him. Jisung sighed but nodded, getting up and finding a dark blue suit laid out. The boy put it on and ran some product through his hair, making it go a little curly on the ends. He put shoes on and walked to the car, sliding into the passenger's seat.

"So, I got information about an infamous drug dealer appearing at this fancy party held by the CEO of a company. I believe he might spike some important people's drinks, so we have to track him down and capture him." Eun explained. "No killing, just capturing." At the last words he glared at his boyfriend.

The younger gulped, looking away as he was reminded about their last important mission.

"Okay." He replied, shifting his gaze to his fidgeting hands, fingers picking at nails and skin. The elder pulled up at a large house, fancily dressed people entering through an ornate wooden door.

The couple stepped out, the elder immediately looping his arm through the other's, much to his surprise. Jisung was guided to the concrete steps and to the entrance where they were stopped by a buff man in a grey suit.

"Eun! Nice to see you! Welcome in!" He smiled, showing a toothy grin and beckoning them in. The younger gasped at the inside; there was a large chandelier in an area where people were mingling. Two wide staircases up either side at the back, leading to a balcony that followed around the edge, and many paintings hung on every wall. Below was a rug, intricate patterns woven into its seams, matching the detailed carving of columns from the floor to the roof, forming a sort of pathway to walk down.

The elder started to walk off, taking his boyfriend with him. Jisung stood around awkwardly as he mingled with different people. The event was quickly becoming boring for the younger, so he started to look around, freezing when he locked eyes with a familiar black-haired criminal, leaning on the rail on the indoor balcony, a smirk on his face.

He smiled slightly, turning to his boyfriend and whispering that he needed to go to the bathroom before excusing himself. He walked towards the stairs, climbing them quickly and walking down the hallway area. The boy looked over the edge, wowed at the view of people when he was suddenly harshly grabbed by his wrist and pulled back.

Jisung let out a small yelp as he was thrown against the wall in the bathroom. He looked fearfully at the three strong men know cornering him, evil grins plastered on their faces.

"Hello little boy, we have a present for you!" One spoke up, stepping forwards with hands behind his back. His voice was high and sweet, trying to lure him in. He brought his hands out, revealing a water bottle and pill. The man opened the bottle, dropping the pill in, watching it dissolve before offering it.

"Oh, no thank you." The younger said, trying to step away when a blade was brought to his neck, pressing against the skin.

"No you don't pretty boy." The one with the weapon said, moving it away as he kneed his stomach. Jisung bent down, holding his stomach for a second before being pulled up by his hear, his neck being bent backwards by the man with the drink.

He looked on terrified as one of the others grabbed his jaw, forcing it open for the guy to pour the drink into his mouth. The boy choked, trying to move but with no success. Some water spilled out, down his front or the attacker's hand, leaving them to pour the rest of the bottle.

Once they had, they let go and he collapsed, trying to spit out the drugged water but it was too late, his mind was beginning to feel hazy and limbs heavy. Laughing could be heard, though every sound was becoming more and more muffled.

Jisung could feel hands pulling him up and holding him against the wall. One of the men punched him in the face, pain shooting through his cheek. The boy tried to scream or yell out for help, but he wasn't sure if any noise was escaping his throat.

He could feel another punch to his stomach and hands unbuttoning his jacket. Everything was becoming confusing and dizzy, his eyelids becoming heavier and the pain also becoming duller. Loud noises broke through his haze and the three men whipped around, leaving the boy to lean on the counter.

Jisung leaned his head on the mirror, peering through his barely open eyes to see a figure enter the bathroom. The mirror reflected a fight, the new guy easily winning, the men soon laying on the floor. He pulled out a gun, shooting the men multiple times before rushing over to the drugged boy.

Minho tried to talk to him, but nothing was getting through and he just looked at him with confused eyes. The elder hoisted him over his shoulder, holding him as he excited the room and started down the hallway.

Jisung could feel his body being hoisted up by someone random. He tried to fight back, but his limbs wouldn't let him. As he was being taken, he could see bodies on the floor, blood everywhere. Soon, black clouded his vision, his eyes finally closing.

The boy's eyes opened slightly at the feeling of being put down on something soft. His body felt sore, but no longer like weights. The haze still there, but lighter, and he could hear shuffling, but he felt overwhelmingly tired. When he tilted his head, Minho's face came into view, and he figured out there were arms holding his body up and slowly lowering him onto what he realized to be his bed.

The elder noticed him being awake, smiling at him and sliding out his arms, bringing the blanket up to his chest. Tears formulated in the boy's eyes, and he brought his hands up to cup the other's face. 

"Thank you." He croaked out, Minho's hand coming to his face to wipe the tears that had fallen.

"It's okay, get some rest sweetheart." He smiled warmly down at Jisung, caressing his cheek as he closed his eyes again, head tilting to the side as he fell into a more comfortable sleep. He went to the desk, knowing he probably wouldn't remember much of what happened, and scrawled a note. The elder moved away, stepping back to the window and heading out, quietly sliding it closed. He glanced back to his sleeping figure, smiling to himself before stepping away.