Minho pulls of his jacket, pushing it underneath the younger to wrap around his middle and over the wound. Jisung hisses at the contact, eyes fluttering closed as he pants. The elder whispers things to him, reassurance maybe but he can't hear them, too caught up in the pain.
The other suddenly tightens the jacket, making him shoot up, his eyes wide. He lets out a scream as tears brim at his eyes. Arms wrap around him, a voice apologizing over and over again as he is gently pushed back to lay against the tree.
Minho lays next to him and wipes the blood from the knife with his shirt.
"Go to sleep sweetheart, we'll head into the city tomorrow to get to the hospital." He whispers, head tilted to watch his lover.
"But aren't we like, wanted criminals." He opens his eyes slightly to look back at the elder who takes his hand and interlocks their fingers.
"I can deal with that." He whispers. "Just sleep for now."
And so, he does, slipping into a floaty dream of clouds and Minho. A dream where they live normally. No police. No running. No hiding. Just them.
***
Jisung is lightly shaken by the elder, rousing him from sleep and back into reality. A reality where there is running. And they are hiding. And there is pain. So much pain.
"We should get moving." Minho says before helping the younger to his feet. They stumble through the forest in silence, the humidity causing their clothes to stick to their skin. The boy looks down, seeing the jacket tied around his waist the same colour as most of his shirt.
The smell is strong, an aroma that encompasses the couple as they walk. It mixed with their sweat and attracted flies that the elder swatted away. Multiple times Jisung tripped as he grew more tired throughout their journey.
His wound hurt, a constant pain in his side. It was the worst wound he'd ever endured, and he was nervous about not getting medical attention right away. He looked up at Minho, saddening at the sight of him.
He was holding most of Jisung's body weight, hobbling along with his injured ankle. The younger didn't even realize he had gotten hurt there. He had bruises blooming across his face and eyebags from staying up all night to protect his lover.
Sweat beaded at his forehead and rolled down his face, eyes focused and concentrated on keeping them both upright while not getting lost. Just seeing the effort he was putting in while Jisung was basically doing nothing brought tears to his eyes.
"I-I'm so-sorry." He choked out through a sob as he looked down. Minho looked to him, alarmed.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" He asks softly as they come to a stop.
"I-It's all my f-fault we are in this si-situation." He wipes his eyes, not letting the tears fall as he stares at the ground.
"I-I got stabbed, you had to stay up t-to look after me." He sniffled. "I got blood all over your favourite jacket." Tears freely fall down his face as he starts to unwrap the makeshift bandage with shaky hands.
Minho rushes to pull his hands away.
"No. I chose to stay up to protect you. I wrapped my jacket around you as a bandage and I'm sorry I couldn't protect you when you got stabbed." He used a hand to wipe away the tears. Jisung melted in his touch, but something felt off.
In his rush to take off the bandage it had slid around and uncovered the wound. Neither realized that it had started to bleed again, dripping down his hip and leg. His head started to feel light. He glanced down and the elder followed his gaze, eyes widening.
The younger looked back up.
"Minho-" He started to speak; voice soft but before he could his body started to fall. Minho rushed forward and caught him, carefully moving to sit down with him on his lap.
"Jisung. Jisung, wake up." He croaked through tears. "Please wake up." He stayed unmoving, almost peaceful but paler. His skin was cold and heartbeats slow. He leaned down and kissed his forehead. After taking a deep breath, he stood up, the boy in his arms and continued their path.
He couldn't be dead. He wouldn't let him. There wasn't much further to go. He could make it.
And with his ankle throbbing, arms aching and body begging to rest, Minho trudged on. The city came into view, and he soon stepped onto a footpath, the hospital not too far ahead. He ignored the worried looks and soon made it to the building.
To his left, on the wall, was a wanted poster of his face. One million won for his arrest. And next to that was a poster of Eun, with the words "In Loving Memory" plastered over the top.
"SOMEONE, HELP ME PLEASE! HE'S DYING!" Multiple nurses rushed to him with a bed on wheels and helped him off load the younger onto it. He was in a daze as he watched the boy being wheeled through a door as he was led somewhere else.
He was asked multiple questions by a police officer as needles were pushed into his arm and his shoes was removed. He winced when his foot was moved around a bit. All of the questions he was asked he just gave vague answers to, the only thing on his mind being Jisung.
Without even knowing how he got there, Minho realized he was in an x-ray room and getting x-rays of his ankle done. After he was pushed on a wheelchair through the white hallways with lights above that shined fluorescent white.
He is pushed into a room. Two beds lay next to each other. Minho carefully goes to lie on one, tired body starting to succumb to sleep. The nurse explains a few rules to him about not leaving and keeping off his ankle.
She starts to walk away but the other shouts out.
"Wait! When can I see Jisung?" She turns back with a scowl on her face.
"The officers are letting you see him when he gets out of surgery"
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Sweetheart (Minsung)
Fiksi Penggemar"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...
