Sweetheart (Minsung)

47. Villain's Lover

1 week later

Jisung rests his chin on his hands, staring at the radio. Boredom has become their day. Every second, minute and hour the couple was either fucking, or bored out of their minds.

The small cabin didn't have a TV, or any interesting books. All it had was an old radio that perched on the kitchen counter. The younger sat in front of it, listening to the news or music that spewed from its speakers.

He often daydreamed of the outside world. It was just meters away, yet he couldn't go. They were supposed to stay low. Out of sight. But who knew that hiding from the police would be so boring?

Minho sits on the chair next to him, joining in his uninterested gaze aimed at the radio. He was used to suddenly disappearing and staying inside for days, weeks or even months but knew Jisung wasn't. It was a big change for him, one that he hoped wouldn't last much longer.

It has been confirmed that the Hero of this city, Eun's sidekick is the killer. Not too long ago he ran off with the well-known villain they've been chasing. His DNA has been matched with multiple samples at the hero's house, and the abandoned factory. Yes, you heard it right, the old factory. Police recently raided the place in search for him and found a place that we believe the two were living. We found more DNA of both of them all over the place and clothes that have been confirmed theirs in the closet. Worse, a large stain was noted on the wooden floorboards and with some effort the authorities were able to decipher that it was Eun's blood. More at 6.

Jisung sighed and turned off the box before looking at the elder.

"I wish people would stop calling me the hero's sidekick." He complained, dramatically dropping his head on his arms.

"Why?" Minho leant on his own arm near him to be at eye level. The younger turned his head to see him.

"Because I'm your sidekick now." He explained, making the elder frown. He used his free hand to tuck the boy's hair behind his ear and cup his cheek.

"No, you're not. You're my equal and my lover." Jisung smiled and sat up, throwing himself at the other and burying his face in his neck.

"I like the sound of that better." His voice was muffled but Minho smiled when the words drifted to his ears. He grabbed the younger's face and pulled him back to face him, light smiles on both their lips. He leaned in and pecked him quickly.

"Now go get ready." The elder's hands moved to the boy's shoulders and pushed him, making him pout.

"Why?" He whined.

"Because I have something for us to do today."

***

Dry leaves crunched beneath Jisung's feet as he jogged through the woods. He breathed in the fresh air and looked around. The sun shined down from above, peaking between branches of tall trees. Minho had surprised him with a trip outside, even though it was dangerous. He knew the risks, but it was too tempting.

Birds chirping and wings fluttering filled the silent area. The only other noise being the footsteps and occasional conversation of the couple. Jisung turns around to face the elder, small basket swinging from his forearm.

He extends a hand to his boyfriend, pulling him into a kiss when he accepts. Their movements are slow and sweet. Sensual and loving. The younger felt like he was floating on a cloud when his lips touched Minho's. It was something he would never get sick of.

He pulls back and both are a reflection of each other's happiness. Jisung turns and keeps walking, hand interlocked with the elder's so he can keep up. His gaze monitors the surroundings, looking for the whole reason they're out here.

The younger's eyes widen and sparkle when he sees the small berry bush a couple of meters away. He lets go of Minho's hand and runs to it, squatting down and starting to inspect the fruit.

"Minho! Look! I think they're all ripe!" He impatiently beckons the elder over, dragging him to crouch beside him when he got close enough. Minho smiles at the way he hurriedly sifts through the berries, picking the ones that are deemed good enough and dropping them in his basket.

After a couple of minutes of the elder just admiring Jisung, he suddenly stands up and brushes the non-existent dirt off his hands. Minho follows soon and holds his hand again, starting to lead the way in a random direction.

"Where are we going?" The younger asks as he gets pulled along, munching on berries as he goes. The other turns back to him, smirk on his face.

"You'll see soon sweetheart." He turns back to the forest as they emerge from the foliage. Jisung's eyes go wide as he's pulled to the edge of a river. Water glistens under the bright sun, reflecting branches and leaves above.

Small fish dart around through the clear stream as Minho keeps leading his boyfriend. He brings him to two rocks by the water and sits down on one, the younger ripping his gaze from the view and sitting down with him.

"This is beautiful." Jisung breathes out. The other continues to look at the river with a small smile and eats a few berries. The boy copies, picking a few fruits and eating them. Looking down at the small, red berry he gets an idea.

His hand goes to Minho's jaw, pulling his gaze from the shimmering water to himself. He places the berry in the elder's mouth and before he can swallow, connects their lips. The fruit stays between them as they kiss, the juices flooding their mouths and adding a tangy taste to their sweet kiss.

Jisung disconnects and wipes his mouth as Minho chews the rest. He smiles at his stunned lover; glad he could fluster him so easily. He leans on the elder's shoulder, interlocking their hands again.

"How long do you think we'll have to hide away?" He whispers, eyes focused on the blurry rocks beneath the surface.

"I'm not sure sweetheart." Minho admits, looking away. Jisung squeezes his hand and smiles into the breeze.

"I wouldn't mind if it was forever, as long as it's with you."