The Lovers that went Wrong

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Their hands intertwined with one another, occasional squeezes were passed.

Sirens were blaring from every direction loudly.

Panicked screams were just as loud.

But Jisung didn't care, his only priority was to get Minho in a safe place. Away from all the chaos, away from the terror. He remained calm and collected. Confident as always to show Minho that everything would be okay.

He needed to stay calm.

Minho was always a mess in similar situations. Unable to stay in reality, constantly lost in thought, lips pressed in a thin line. If not it would be teeth biting at his bottom lip until blood was drawn.

"I'm scared, Ji. I'm scared." A shaky breath was let out. "Please, please–" Minho was begging for it all to stop. Terrified at the thought of losing each other. Losing his everything.

Jisung mentally cursed as he kept one hand firmly on the wheel of the car. "It's okay love, nothing's going to happen, we're fine, we're getting away–"

Like he had jinxed themselves, a sudden piece of debris slammed onto the windshield of the car cracking it. Minho flinched harshly, his hand retracting from Jisung's as both his hands shot up to guard his head.

"Hey, eyes on me." Jisung demanded. Abruptly stopping the car to change its course. His hand flew to the gear shift shifting it backwards into reverse, then slamming on the pedal again. The car engine roared loudly as the tires spun back.

But when Jisung shot up to look behind him he saw the monstrous cyclone just meters away from them.

He knew this wasn't gonna work.

He knew if they stayed in the car they would both get sucked into death.

So he resorted to the plan he didn't want to use.

Getting out.

"Ah fuck!" Jisung yelled in frustration, stopping the car. Loud muffled cries followed from Minho, hand over his mouth trembling. "Minho, we need to get out. Right now."

As much as Jisung didn't want to scare him more, he knew if he didn't Minho wouldn't budge.

"If we don't get out of this car right now, that thing is gonna send the car into orbit practically, and you can say goodbye to everything." His tone was firm.

Minho cried louder, tears falling from his eyes nonstop, but still managed to nod.

The two rushed. Hearing the cyclone roar didn't help at all.

One door after another, both were left open.

Jisung ran over taking a hold of Minho's hand and they sprinted as fast as they could. Minho couldn't help but scream.

Suddenly a thick branch came flying towards a terrified Minho, but Jisung pulled him in time to get him behind letting the branch pass and continue.

"Go, go, go!" Jisung shouted.

They found themselves near an overpass deciding to book it and get under it.

Jisung, still finding Minho as his only priority, pulled him in front and lightly pushed him, "Get under and hold onto the railing!"

Shakily Minho went on his hands and knees and began crawling under. Dirt, grass stuck to both his hands, knees. He tried to reassure himself, whispering softly, "It's okay.. we'll be okay. We're... we're fine."

Odds against him a shard of glass flew past him cutting his cheek open, Minho screamed in pain but let the blood fall down to drip off his chin, as he sought protection from the eye of the storm.

When Minho was underneath the top on the overpass, he noticed the sirens, and roars were amplified making it all worse, he still lightly reassured him as if it was Jisung.

Right arm wrapped around the metal railing, left arm repeated the same action while beginning to lay flat on his stomach.

Jisung, a little ways behind Minho due to losing energy, spared glances behind him then back to Minho. He saw Minho laying on his stomach, his left cheek cut open dripping with blood. He ran faster and joined Minho.

Jisung's body was on top of Minho's and kept him aligned with the metal. His eyes shot out to the storm, and he was in for it.

They both were.

"It's okay, I got you! We're gonna be okay, everything will be fine!" Jisung shouted over the storm's loud voice, hoping Minho could hear him. Repeat after repeat, he never stopped.

Jisung held Minho's head down, with his own covering him. As well as bracing himself and soon enough they were caught in the middle of the storm.

The wind howled loudly, alarms of cars blaring, spinning, bigger branches, or pieces of debris slamming into, or through the overpass.

Both Jisung and Minho could've sworn they heard screams of people inside as well.

That only made Minho let out a blood curdling scream.

———

"Wait, can I tell you a story?" A voice spoke.

"Sure," a bland voice responded.

"So, I met this guy at a party," The tone was sincere, eager, and slightly slurred. "Really cute guy, uh, he had, y'know those fake piercings from Claire's. Ones you can put on your face? To be more specific, a lip piercing?"

"Oh really? Sounds intriguing."

"Yea, he had that." A giggle followed. "Uh, he was really gorgeous, clothes, and makeup. He didn't even need it, he was ethereal. I really–"

The tape got cut off mid–way through because of a puppy–like male pressing the stop button.

"You have to let him go." Seungmin said softly.

The male ignores his statement and quickly turns to a camera opening it, selecting the last clip that was recorded.

Music lightly played in the background, someone in a white top, slightly showing his stomach soon covered by his right arm, a pout hanging off his lips. "I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you." He sang along sloppily with the music. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you," he giggled.

A hum from the person who had been behind the camera was heard, "You're so cute my love, really–" the clip ended.

Silence.

Silence.

Our minds are troubled from the emptiness.

"Minho–"

"What a shitty name," Minho scoffed, looking at the old newspaper.

"The lovers that went wrong." He growled before crumpling the pages, then leaving the room, slamming the door.

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lee's notes!
if its not obvious, I cant write action/suspension/whatever else to save my life, but oh well i tried