MARKED AS MINE || minsung

~23~

Minho stared at the flickering neon sign outside his apartment window, the harsh light casting eerie shadows on the walls of his dimly lit room. The place was a mess, cluttered with empty bottles, discarded takeout containers, and clothes strewn across the floor. He hadn’t bothered to clean up in weeks; there was no point. His life felt as chaotic and desolate as the space around him.

The guilt still gnawed at Minho’s soul like a relentless parasite.  The doctors said Jisung was lucky to be alive, but Minho couldn't see any luck in the situation. Jisung’s bright future, once full of promise and potential, was now overshadowed by pain and uncertainty.

Minho had pushed Jisung away, convinced that distancing himself was the only way to keep Jisung safe. He had hoped that by severing their ties, Jisung might have a chance at a normal life, free from the dangerous world Minho was entangled in. But now, all Minho could feel was an overwhelming sense of loss and regret.

He downed another shot of whiskey, hoping it would dull the ache in his chest, but it only intensified the hollow feeling inside him. The alcohol couldn’t erase the memory of Jisung’s smile, the sound of his laughter, or the warmth of his touch. It couldn’t bring back the moments they had shared, moments that now seemed like distant dreams.

The guilt was a constant companion, whispering in his ear, reminding him of his failures. Minho had been the one to introduce Jisung to the mafia world, thinking he could protect him. Instead, he had put him in harm’s way. If only he had kept his mouth shut, if only he had kept Jisung away from that life, things would have been different.

Minho’s phone buzzed on the table, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw a message from Chan, one of the few people still trying to reach out to him. Minho ignored it, letting the phone fall silent again. He couldn’t face anyone, not when he felt like this.

He stood up unsteadily, the room spinning slightly as he made his way to the window. The city below was alive with lights and activity, a stark contrast to the darkness consuming him. Minho wondered if Jisung was out there somewhere, unknown with the feeling of bond they had had. The thought made his heart ache even more.

Minho pressed his forehead against the cool glass, closing his eyes. He couldn’t escape the memories, couldn’t escape the pain. Every moment without Jisung felt like an eternity, a never-ending torment. He had thought he was doing the right thing, but now he wasn’t so sure.

As the night wore on, Minho’s mind drifted back to the happier times they had shared. The secret smiles, the whispered confessions, the nights spent wrapped in each other’s arms. Those memories were all he had left now, and they were both a comfort and a curse.

He sank to the floor, tears finally breaking free and streaming down his face. He had never felt so alone, so completely and utterly lost. The world seemed to be moving on without him, leaving him trapped in a prison of his own making.

Minho knew he couldn’t go on like this forever. He needed to find a way to make things right, to find some kind of redemption. But for now, all he could do was endure the pain and hope that, one day, he might find a way back to the light.

The first step would be facing the consequences of his actions, no matter how painful. And maybe, just maybe, finding a way to let Jisung back into his life, if Jisung would ever forgive him. But that was a thought for another day. Tonight, all he could do was survive. 

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So.... He wanna reach out? But what will the first interaction of their this time? Do you think it would be minho who reaches out or jisung?

4chapters left for them to be together again..