They stumbled down the dark path, the sky having been painted dark and dotted with stars on their way home. Jisung struggled, his injuries and weak legs making it difficult to walk. He held onto the elder's arm tightly so as not to collapse as his legs burned with the effort.
They neared the familiar streets and the younger grimaced. His body was getting worse, the movement being a new, horrible thing for his injuries. He hid his pain, wanting to at least get inside before he had to face everything.
His wounds.
Who caused them.
How long he had been trapped for.
Who trapped him.
His hatred.
Who for.
Minho moved away from him for a second, bringing his thoughts back to the present as he plummeted to the ground. Jisung's hands caught himself, getting scratched up in the process but the rest of him finally being able to rest.
Before he could register what was happening, the boy was sobbing against the pavement, letting all his emotions spill over the edge. Explode from the confines they have been trapped in. The elder sat down beside him, carefully rolling him over and pulling Jisung into his lap.
He buried his face in his shirt, scrunching it between his hands as he bawled. Minho made no effort to stop him, instead wrapping his arms protectively around the boy's body and holding him close.
"It's okay, it's all over. I'm here now." He muttered sweet nothings into his ear and rubbed his back in circular motions. Slowly, Jisung's cries grew quieter, morphing into sniffles instead. He looked up at the elder with red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." He mumbles, attempting to get up but being pulled back down.
"It's okay, you've been through a lot of shit recently. You can cry it out, or tell me about it, or do both." He said with a smile. His eyes were sad though, as they glanced to the boy's arms.
"Let's get you inside sweetheart." He moved Jisung, standing up and then picking him up. He yelped as he was hoisted into his arms, and they started moving again. The younger buried his face in the elder's neck, reveling in the comforting smell he'd missed for so long.
Though it was tainted with smoke and blood, it still managed to calm him down.
Minho opened the door and stepped inside. He walked to the bedroom and laid the boy down.
"Take off your shirt and pants, I want to check your injuries." Jisung hesitated. He didn't want his boyfriend to see what he looked like now, but he also wanted to know if there was any damage that needed a doctor.
He pulled his shirt off and chucked it to the side as the other watched. Then, he removed his pants and also threw them away. He looked at Minho as he scanned his body, seeing the bruises, pale skin and bones that stuck out.
The elder turned and left the room, confusing and worrying the other. He was relieved when he came back with a chocolate bar and sat next to him.
"Eat." He held out the treat to Jisung, who took it eagerly and finished it quick, making him chuckle.
"After I check over your wounds, we can get a proper dinner." The boy grinned at him, almost drooling at the sound of food. He froze though, when warm hands moved to his chest. They made their way across the bruises, making him wince and inhale sharply.
He was pushed back slightly and laid on the soft bed as the hands kept checking his wounds. His warm fingers traced his collarbone and moved down to his stomach, tracing the bones there. His eyes followed, concern lacing his gaze at the state Jisung was in. Minho pressed down on his ribs, making tears come to his eyes.
"Move from side to side for me." He grimaced as he did so.
"Was that hard? Or to painful?"
"No." He answered, shooting the now smiling Minho a questioning look.
"Good, probably no broken ribs." He spoke. The younger was about to say something when his eyes moved to his thighs. More colourful spots dotted his skin and the elder moved his legs where he see fit to check his wounds.
"Can you tell me what he did to you?" Minho asked when he'd finished. Jisung glanced away as he crawled up next to him and laid on his side, head propped by his hand.
"If you want to hear it." He answered after a few moments. The boy took a deep breath once the other had nodded.
"The day he kidnapped me, you were in the shower. He just suddenly turned up and we had a fight. He put this weird smelling cloth to my mouth and nose until I breathed it in. I tried to stay awake in the car but couldn't. I eventually woke up in this really dark room with chains wrapped around my wrists." Tears pricked his eyes, and he looked down to the severe bruising where the restraints had been.
Minho moved to hold his hands, giving them a light squeeze.
"There were so many bugs and rats. I could barely get any sleep. I think I was awake two days before Eun visited with a little bit of rice and water. He would turn up every now and then to feed me, but I had no sense of time while down there. I could barely move and spent most of the time laying down or leaning against the wall." A hot tear rolled down his cheek as flashes of his time there ran through his head.
"He also often beat me. When he gave me food or water, or even sometimes I would just wake up in extra pain with more injuries than I thought I had. One day, I woke up to a radio. This reporter was asking Eun questions, and he was just lying to her." Jisung looked up at Minho from the spot on the bed he'd been picking at.
"I got mad and through it against the wall and it shattered. There was this big, sharp piece of plastic that I was able to grab that gave me three options. Try and cut the chains, attack Eun or..." He trailed off.
"I know, keep going." The elder encouraged.
"I tried to break the chain but ended up just cutting my hand a bit." He gestured to the healing line on his right palm.
"When that didn't work, I waited. When Eun came down, I attacked but the chains made a noise and alerted him. He blocked me and beat me up but forgot to take the plastic shard. After he took the rest of the pieces away, I held the pointy bit to my chest, but I couldn't do it." More tears came as he moved to wrap his arms around his boyfriend.
"I couldn't do it because the thought of you wouldn't let me."
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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...
