Sweetheart (Minsung)

28. You Are Like Me

TW: VERY slight mention of rape

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Minho carried the boy like he was a koala, walking through the dark streets towards the factory. Jisung let him, hugging him tight as he fell through his thoughts and feelings. The boy had accepted that he had been left behind for dead, abandoned by the man who was supposed to love him most.

But that didn't stop it from hurting.

Maybe he had fallen out of love with him a while ago, and he should've left. But Eun was all he'd ever known. The best friend he had grown up with, who he'd supported and followed all his life. In just a moment everything they had built that was teetering on the edge had crumbled to ash.

Tears slipped from his eyes as he realized nothing would ever be the same. But could it be better? He had Minho now. Someone who really seemed to care. Jisung opened his eyes to see the grass area in front of the old factory.

He felt the elder stepping through the doorway and climbing the stairs, soon entering a dimly lit room. He gently placed the boy on a table, stepping back slightly to bring his hands up and wipe his tears.

"It's ok. You're with me now, and I'm going to fix you up." He moved away and around the room, collecting random items.

Fix me? In what way? Physically? Mentally? Can I even be fixed mentally?

Minho returned with the items and pushed on the other's shoulders gently to lay him down. He did as guided, staying silent and just staring as the elder unwrapped the bandage on his leg. Jisung winced at the feeling of a wet towel cleaning the injury, but relaxed when the elder's free hand comfortingly caressed his own.

Minho finished cleaning and re wrapped the injury, moving onto his side.

"Sweetheart, can you take this off?" He tugged at the hoodie slightly and helped the boy to sit up for a second and slide it off. Underneath was revealed a bloodied bandage around his stomach.

The elder grabs his thighs and tenderly lifted him up and shifted him to be sitting on the edge of the table facing him. He cleaned his side wound, making sure to wipe away all the dried blood without reopening it.

"I'm sorry my traps did this to you." He whispers guiltily as he stares at the new bandage and parts of the bruises sticking out from under it. Two hands cup his face and lift his gaze to look at the slightly smiling boy.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. The two new about it, they stepped back without telling me so I would get hurt." He explains, making the other clench his fists.

"Those motherfuckers." He curses, looking away. Minho looks back to him, anger and sadness in his eyes, and steps closer, grabbing his thighs again. He lifts him up, eliciting a surprised yelp from the younger.

"Let's go watch TV for a bit. Yeah?" He says, starting towards the couch.

"I can walk you know!" The boy says with a laugh but not moving to get out of his grip in any way. The elder places him on the couch and sits next to him, flicking on the TV. It goes to a random news channel where Eun and Jae appear on screen. Minho goes to change it but a hand on his wrist stops him.

"Wait! I want to watch."  His eyes are glued to the screen as the other hesitantly places the remote down. The news reporter starts to speak.

"So, I heard you went on a mission with your boyfriend, right?" She asked before holding the microphone to the elder.

"Yes, that's right." He replies.

"Witnesses say you exited a manhole without him. What happened?" She questions.

"We went down into the old sewers since that was where we heard his base was. Unfortunately, Jisung got injured by a trap." Eun tears up slightly, looking away.

"We got in a huge fight with the criminal. Jisung tried to fight his best but got stabbed multiple times. We tried to save him, but he bled out onto the floor. The villain just laughed over his dead body before leaving." The eldest broke down into full on tears.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that." The reporter consoles. 

She starts to speak again when the TV is turned off suddenly. Minho looks over to see the younger holding the remote in a shaking hand with tears in his eyes.

"Jisung! Are you okay?" He turns to look at the elder with a blank face before springing from the couch and standing in front of him.

"NO IM NOT OKAY! He just lied all over again! All he tells the news is lies, lies and more fucking lies! HE ACTS AS IF HE CARES WHEN HE NEVER DID!" The boy starts to pace back and forth, arms wrapped over his middle defensively.

"I HATE HIM SO MUCH! He never acted like a good boyfriend! He hit me, yelled at me and I couldn't do shit! He didn't care that I was almost raped. He got mad that I got drugged and threw a fucking dresser on my leg. HE THREW GLASSES AT ME AND DIDN'T CARE THAT I GOT HURT!" He yelled into the room before turning abruptly to face the other.

"And you know the worst part?" His voice goes quiet as he stares at Minho.

"I couldn't leave. He's my boss, so I would be out of a job. I would've been kicked out and homeless. I have no one else, I would've been all alone." He whispers the last part and spaces out, only coming back in when Minho's hand cups his cheek, now that he's standing in front of him.

"You have me. You will always have me." He whispers as he lets their foreheads touch. He leans down and pecks his lips. "Don't you ever forget that." Jisung breaks down in tears, hugging him and burying his head in his chest.

"I fucking hate him." The boy's voice is muffled but clear enough to understand. Minho pushes him away slightly and uses his finger to tilt his chin up.

"Then join me." He smirks, moving his face closer.

"I can't." The other breaths against his lips, making the elder tilt his head to the side slightly.

"Why?"

"It would go against my morales and everything I've lived for." He explains, turning his head away and looking at the ground. Minho gently uses his hand to pull his gaze back to himself, caressing his cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"But I can see it in your eyes. The anger, the sadness, the betrayal, the love. You are like me." Before the younger can respond, the other closes the gap, lips interlocking with each other in a delicate kiss.

You know what?

Fuck morals.