Sweetheart (Minsung)

37. Kidnapped

1 month later

The sun shines on Jisung's face, becoming an annoying glare he can't go back to sleep from. He rolls over, covering his face with a pillow and using his arm to search the bed. Upon finding the other side empty, he cracks open his eyes.

Minho was missing, just the crumpled bedding being a sign he was ever there. He springs from the bed, heart racing. He had been having a lot of nightmares recently, ones where his boyfriend is killed, or taken. Or leaves him. Those are the worst ones.

The elder always assured him everything was fine and normal in the mornings. Helping him calm down from the horrible dreams and holding him close, rubbing his back until he fell asleep in his arms. But he wasn't this morning, and it made the younger worry.

Jisung ran to the bathroom, flinging the door open, and hoping. Hoping he would see Minho there. But the bathroom was empty, and silent. His worry grew, even though he had only been awake for a few minutes, if something had happened it could have happened hours ago.

His nerves ate at his insides, chewing up his organs and spitting them out, again and again until they were nothing but a screwed-up ball of anxiousness. The boy left, stopping and taking deep breathes to try and calm himself down. For all he knew, he could be overreacting, and Minho could be out doing something or in the living room.

But there was always the chance he wasn't.

Jisung turned the corner, freezing in his tracks. He let out a sigh of relief, of tension that had been building up. On the couch, curled up with a cup of coffee and the TV on, Minho sat. The boy walked to the other end of the couch, sitting down and scooting to lay on his chest, arms wrapped out his middle.

"Morning sweetheart." The elder asked, turning his gaze from the TV to the younger. Jisung looked up at him from his spot, a pout on his lips.

"You weren't in bed this morning." He grumbled, turning back to face the screen. Minho chuckled, giving him a small squeeze.

"Sorry, I woke up early and thought I'd let you sleep." He apologized, grinning from how cute his boyfriend was. They laid for a little longer before the elder tapped Jisung's arm.

"I'm going to have a shower; you can get started on breakfast if you want." He said, sitting up and taking the younger with him. He didn't want to let him go but figured it wouldn't be long and he could just busy himself with making food.

He padded to the kitchen as the water turned on upstairs and pulled out a pan. He put it on the stove and gathered a few other things. The boy was about to turn the heat on when a clatter caught his attention.

"Minho? You okay?" He asked, shrugging when he heard no reply. As he turned back to the kitchen, another noise caught his attention, this time, a devilish laugh. He slowly turned around, backing into the counter once he saw him.

"Miss me?" Eun asked, a crooked smirk taking over his face, showing the tooth he'd lost in their last fight.

"What do you want Eun?" Jisung asked, trying to keep his confident facade from slipping, his shaky voice betraying him. The elder laughed, a loud, hollow laugh. He stepped closer and tilted his head.

"Why? Can't I see my boyfriend?" He questioned. The younger clenched his jaw, fingers turning white from their grip on the counter.

"I am not your boyfriend." He replies firmly. Inside, he is praying, begging for Minho to be done soon. Another laugh that didn't reach his eyes left Eun's lips.

"Oh, but you will be soon. Whether you want to or not." He suddenly lunged for him, pulling a wet and oddly smelling cloth from his pocket. Jisung dogged and he slammed into the counter before angrily looking up at him.

The boy grabbed the frying pan, whacking the elder's head when he charged for him again. Eun fell to the floor, knocking the pan to the floor on the way down as the boy bolted to the living room. He was chased around the couch, almost being pushed into the TV but landing heavy on his side.

He hissed at the landing, eye widening as Eun jumped on top of him. He sat on his stomach, pinning him to the floor and covered his mouth and nose with the cloth. Jisung resisted, turning his head side to side to avoid the drug at all costs.

After a few moments, the elder got annoyed and slapped him before holding his jaw. He forcefully held his head in place and watched as the boy inhaled the toxic fumes. They burned his nose, joining the pain in his cheek and side.

The smell made him dizzy, the world felt like it was spinning and turning in all directions. He had to close his eyes to stop from passing out, opening them again when he felt his body being lifted. His limbs felt heavy, like weight keeping him grounded instead of gravity.

Eun carried him out the door, chucking him in the passenger seat of the card and buckling him up. He laughed at Jisung, who was trying to make sense of his surroundings. Everything was dull, sounds, smells, everything he touched, it felt like there was some sort of barrier around him.

His eyelids felt like they were going to close any minute, and he was tempted to let them. But the boy had to stay strong, had to know where he was going. All he knew was he was getting taken somewhere, if he could do anything to help his situation it would be watching his surroundings so as not to be completely helpless.

Trees flashed by, blurs of colours that looked so bright and blinding. They pushed him away, wanted him to stop watching. Stop seeing. Like he was accidently seeing a big secret he wasn't supposed to.

For just a moment he let his eyes close. It was if a massive weight had been lifted and he could relax. But no. He shouldn't. He couldn't. He had to keep them open.

He had to see.

But oh, how welcoming the darkness was.