Jisung turns over, trying to get comfortable in his bed again, his headache not letting him. He sits up, rubbing his eyes groggily and trying to remember how he got here. The memories started to flood back into his brain, the mission, seeing Minho, getting dragged into a bathroom.
He hugs his knees as he thinks about the men, how they punched him and made him drink some sort of drugged water. The boy sighs, not being able to remember anything after the substance kicked in and laid back down, wanting to sleep it all away.
Before he can, something on the side table catches his eye. Jisung reaches over, grabbing the piece of paper to read the scrawly handwriting.
Be more careful sweetheart.
He smiles to himself, placing it in the draw with the others and resting back on the pillow. A couple moments of peace go by before a door slams nearby, making him shoot up sitting again. He stares at the door as it swings open and Eun glares at him. Jisung freezes in place, staring at him with wide eyes.
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU?" He yells, stepping closer.
"I-"
"YOU DISAPPEARED AND THEN THE CRIMINAL TURNED UP. HE SHOT SO MANY PEOPLE FOR NO REASON AND THEN LEFT." The elder cut in.
"I'm sorry!" The other had tears in his eyes. "I was grabbed and punched by these three guys. They drugged me!" Eun scoffed, taking another step.
"THAT'S SOME SHITTY EXCUSE. YOU PROBABLY WENT TO GO GET LAID BY SOME RANDOM AT THE PARTY. WHAT A GREAT BOYFRIEND YOU ARE!" Jisung gets up from the bed stumbling a little and standing in front of his boyfriend.
"You have to believe me. I would never cheat on you." He pulled up his shirt, revealing the bruise on his stomach. Eun looked at it.
"That's just from your side piece, you're probably into some really kinky shit or something!" The boy sobs as a few tears roll down his cheeks and drops to his shirt.
"Please-"
"DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK TO FILE THE POLICE REPORTS AND COLLECT THE BODIES! ALL WHILE YOU WERE GETTING FUCKED BY A STRANGER AND THEN RUNNING OFF BACK HERE!" Eun took one final step, raising his hand and before the other can react slapping him so hard he falls to the floor, clutching his red cheek.
"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHORE. LEAVING ME TO CLEAN UP YOUR MESS." He storms back to the door, grabbing the chest of nearby and pushing them over, making the other scream out when the top edge lands on his ankle. Eun slams the door, leaving his crying and hurt boyfriend behind.
The boy keeps sobbing, not moving from his position.
Because he was right. He had disappeared and for what? He didn't even know why he was going after Minho. He deserved this. If his boyfriend thought that he deserved this for his actions, then surely, he did. And it would be fine, before he knew it Eun would be back to normal. He just had to wait.
When Jisung had reasoned his actions, he grabbed the furniture pinning his leg, yelling as he lifted it up and pulled his leg out. The boy clutched it as more tears escaped his eyes. He looked down to see some of his skin and been cut open from the fall and he was bleeding, a bruise starting to appear around it.
Jisung dragged himself up, limping to the door and locking it before lifting the dresser back to its original place. He struggled but was able to put everything how it was before and collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Before falling asleep, he grabbed some Panadol, swallowing it for the pain in his leg, not bothering to clean it.
He cried, the tears soaking into his pillow. The boy's eyes grew heavy, soon closing as one last tear slipped out in his dreamless sleep.
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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...
