Sweetheart (Minsung)

21. Knock On the Window

A week had passed. A week and Eun hadn't stopped pounding on his door and sending threats to his boyfriend. A week and Jisung hadn't eaten a thing. A week and he felt like he was going insane.

The boy lay there, numb to the pain of his stomach by now, staring off into the darkness of his room. His tears had long since dried up, though he felt as if he could cry any moment. He barely moved, only leaving his bed to use the bathroom, clean his wound or have a shower.

A knock brings him out of his trance for a moment, surprising him when it's not from his door. It happens again and he realizes it's coming from the window. He stumbles over, legs sore from rarely using them, and opens the curtain, eyes widening when he sees Minho standing there.

He opens the window, leaning close to the boards with a smile on his face.

"Hi sweetheart. Can I come in?" He asks. Jisung nods,

"If you can figure out how break these," he knocks on one of the boards, "then yes!" The night sky holds the scene of the infamous villain pulling off wooden boards from the ignored hero's boyfriend's room, going inside when the pieces have fallen to the grass.

The boy pulls the other into a hug as soon as he's inside and shut the window, surprising him.

"I thought you had forgotten about me." He whispers into the crook of his neck. The elder chuckles, cupping his face and pushing it back to look at him.

"How could I ever forget about you?" He replies, wiping a stray tear that had fallen with his thumb and bringing him into a hug while his tears stop. They separate again. 

"Where have you been anyway? Eun has been hunting me down like a mad man, but I haven't seen you." Minho asks, brushing some hair from Jisung's face.

"Were you worried about me?" He teases, bright smile gracing his features for the first time in a long time. The other frowns slightly, stepping forward and resting his hands on the younger's waist.

"I should be, look at you." He moves a hand up, under his shirt slightly and running it down the boy's smaller, paler waist. "When was the last time you ate?"

Jisung looks to the side, biting his cheek. 

"A week ago." He mutters, keeping eye contact with the stars out the window. Minho moves his hand to his pocket, bringing out a granola bar and handing it to the other, who looked at it almost drooling.

"If I'd known, I would've brought more." He says as the boy takes it, unwrapping it quickly and stuffing his face with it, making the elder chuckle.

"You look cute when you eat." He mentions, admiring how Jisung's cheeks puff out when he chews. The other pouts but continues to eat, chucking the wrapper in a nearby bin when he finished. Minho stands, walking over to the furniture blocking the door and glance back at the other confused.

"I put that there so Eun couldn't get in." He lets slip, immediately covering his mouth after doing so. The elder walks back over, guiding him to sit on the bed and uncovering his mouth.

"Tell me what happened." He tells him, holding his smaller hands in his own. Jisung gulps nervously but decides to tell him.

"He got mad that I let you get away, so I tried to calm him down but then he asked if I loved him because we aren't that intimate anymore. I said it wasn't like he didn't bring his old fuck buddy around every now and then, so he doesn't go without." Jisung closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking back at Minho.

"He told me he wanted my body like before, early on in our relationship. I was able to escape and locked myself here. Every day he's screamed at me to come out and sent me threatening texts. I don't know what to do." He admits, looking down at his hands.

The elder hooks his finger under his chin, tilting his head up to look at him.

"It's okay. You're safe when you're with me." He whispers, their faces barely inches apart. "And I'm going to help you. Do you trust me?"

Jisung nods without hesitation before the other moves away slightly and grabs his leg gently.

"Can I check your wound?" He asks, earning another nod. Minho rolls up the pant leg, smiling at how far it's come along. He turns to face the younger, smile still on his face and caressing his leg slightly.

"Well done, you've been keeping your injury clean so it will heal pretty fast." He congratulates. The boy smiles wider at the praise, moving and hugging the elder again. Reluctantly, Minho moves away and starts towards the window before a hand on his sleeve stops him.

"Can you stay longer? Please?" Jisung pleads. When the other caves in he brings him to the bed, getting him to sit down so he can lay his head on his legs. Automatically, the elder's hand starts playing with the younger's hair, making him close his eyes and sigh in content.

The moon starts to set, and the sun starts to rise as they stay, enjoying each other's company in the small peace they get away from the world. Where they can just be themselves. Minho yawns and, after looking out the window, decides he should go.

He gently shakes the dozing boy, helping him sit up.

"I have to go now." He says, getting up as Jisung follows him to the window. The elder turns to him, leaving a kiss on his forehead that makes the younger's cheeks burn before starting to step out the window.

Once outside, he turns back to other who leans on the frame, poking his upper body out of his room.

"On your next search for me, go to the factory." He tells him, smiling before walking down the pathway down the street. Jisung sadly watches him walk away, closing the window once he's out of view.

The boy walks across the room, moving the chest of draws and standing in front of the window. He braces himself to do something he has feared for the past week, setting a determined look on his face and in his heart. 

He opens the door, walking out to the silent kitchen where Eun sits on his phone at the table.