Sweetheart (Minsung)

45. Cabin in the Woods

Jisung bats away the hands shaking his shoulders. They persist causing him to roll over and face the annoyance. Minho sits in front of him, fully dressed and saying something he can't quite hear.

As sleep slips away he can register the sirens, the banging and the urgency in Minho's voice.

"Jisung! Get up we have to leave!" He bolts upright as clothes are shoved in his arms. Hastily he stands and changes as the elder leaves the room. He follows soon after, tying the drawstring of his sweatpants as he moves.

Minho is rushing around the kitchen, shoving cans from their cupboards into a duffel bag. He spots the younger and chucks another bag at him. Jisung catches it as he starts to speak.

"Shove some clothes for each of us in there and come back!" He does as told, hurrying back to the bedroom as the banging gets louder. Ge shoves whatever he can get his hands on into the bag and zips it up.

When Jisung returns, the elder is grabbing all their weapons. Some are shoved into his waist band, a gun in his hand and the younger assumes another in his shoe. The other hurries to put his shoes on and joins Minho, shoving guns and knives into his waist band, keeping a dagger in his hand and smaller knife in his shoe.

He looks to the elder and they stare for a moment before the taller quickly leans in and connects their lips. The kiss barely lasts a couple of moments before Minho pulls back and grabs his hand, fingers interlocking.

The feel of his lips leaves a stain on Jisung. Not a visible one, but something he can feel. As if they were still connected, dancing together in the most loving way. An impression that he couldn't help but feel might mean it was the last.

The elder pulls him to the door and down the corridor in the main area of the factory. They rush down the stairs as one last bang draws their attention. The door fractures, guns poking through and swiveling around before men dressed in heavy gear follow.

Minho shoots a few shots into the roof in the corner to redirect their attention as they ran to another room. He opened the door and pulled Jisung through. The darkness made it hard to see but, with some fumbling, the boy was able to lock the entrance.

The other disappeared further into the room and all that could be heard was creaking and dull banging. Just as the younger was about to speak up a flame appeared ahead of him, swaying in its own unique way.

Minho's face was lit up beside it and in the faint glow Jisung could see him sitting on the edge of a square hole in the floor. He smirks at the surprised look on the younger's face and silently beckons him over.

Jisung looks down, seeing only darkness below. He looks nervously at his boyfriend who gives him an encouraging nod. Careful of the wooden board on the floor, he sits down, legs dangling into the black abyss. He throws the bag down before quickly glancing back up at the other.

The younger takes a deep breath before dropping down. He lands unsteadily and quickly leans on a nearby wall. Jisung looks back up into the room above, seeing now that the lighter has gone out and the banging has started on closer door.

"Hurry up Minho!" He whispers, not liking being in this strange space alone. He picked up the bag as he waited, just stepping to the side as another duffel fell.

"I'll be down soon sweetheart." His calm, honey voice brings a little comfort to the boy as he waits below, watching his lover's shadow moving around. His legs soon make an appearance, and he drops down until he's hanging by one arm.

Minho uses his free hand to move the wooden board and quickly shifts it into place as he let's go. He lands beside Jisung, and immediately grabs his wrist and bag and starts running in a seemingly random direction.

"Babe, what is this place?" The younger asks, out of breath from trying to keep up. The other glances at him before shifting his gaze ahead again.

"When I was checking this place out as a potential home I found this old tunnel. I think it might've been a mine for a few years or something. Anyway, I spent some time making sure it was safe and use it to escape when I'm in a tight spot." He finishes explaining as they slow, seeing a sliver of light ahead.

Jisung squeezes his lover's hand and stepped closer. Though he didn't want to admit it, he was terrified. Of being found. Of being separated. Going to prison. Losing Minho.

The elder squeezes his hand back comfortingly, breaking through the storm of worries in his head. They kept walking until they reached a wall of old wooden boards, messily hammered into the stone. Gaps let the early morning sunlight filter through, making Jisung squint.

Minho pulled at the boards as they easily fell away, revealing a thin forest ahead.

"Were these always here." The younger asked, gesturing at the boards now on the floor as they stepped over them.

"No, must've been recent." The elder replies as he started to lead the way.

"Doesn't that worry you?"

"No. If they were really worried someone would've investigated, it." He concluded, doing nothing to ease the new worries bubbling inside of Jisung's mind. They fell into silence as the walk started.

Leaves crunched under their feet as the sounds of the city faded into the distance. They walked further and further into a seemingly endless forest. The younger kept his eyes on the different colours beneath his feet, entranced by how delicate they looked.

Because of this, he didn't realize Minho had stopped until he bumped into him and fell to the floor. The elder chuckled and helped him up. When he had brushed the dirt from his pants, he looked up and finally saw the reason for stopping.

In front of them lay a small wooden cabin. Clean front porch and empty gutters on the roof. It had a spotless window and windchimes outside the front door. They walk up and open the door to reveal a small entryway.

Minho continues into the house and sets the bags in the bedroom to the right. Jisung looks around in awe as he follows.

"What is this place?" He wanders, eyes meeting the elder's gently gaze.

"This is the house I grew up in."