Minho's eyes flicker open, squinting at the bright, fluorescent lights above. He feels the hard mattress and thin sheets below him and remembers where he is. He tilts his head to the side and sees Jisung still asleep on the bed next to him.
His skin was pale, but his chest was rising. He was breathing. He was alive.
Minho shot up from the bed and stepped off, desperate to touch his lover, to know he was really there and not just a dream. He took another step but was suddenly yanked back. He fell to the floor hard.
He looked up and noticed his wrist handcuffed to a bar on the side of his bed. He scrambled back to his feet and inspected it. He rattled it around and pulled on it to try and break it before trying to slide his hand through but just causing the skin around his wrist to go red and sore.
The noise woke Jisung and he looked over to see his boyfriend struggling with something.
"Minho?" He called out weakly as he tried to sit up, hand flying to hold his bandaged wound. The elder turned to see him struggling.
"Ji! Please be careful, you're still healing." He asked him, free hand extended as if he could help but still being so far. The younger moved and hopped of the bed, wincing when he landed on the floor and stepped forward, connecting his hand with Minho's.
Both moved closer to each other, trapped arms stretching until the handcuffs were digging into their skin. But now they were close enough for the elder to put his hand on the other's jaw, holding it gently as Jisung placed his hand on Minho's neck.
The younger pulled him down and connected their lips, slowly and gently. They're lips danced together, slotting against each other like two puzzle pieces. They're worries fell away as they only focused on each other and the moment.
Jisung pulled on the metal, desperately wanting to wrap his arms around his lover's neck. Desperately wanting to be as close as possible, to never let go. His wrist started to ache from how much it was cutting into his skin.
Minho was doing the same, the red skin becoming redder and raw as he tugged on it harshly. They disconnected and leant their foreheads together, panting slightly as the air filled with emotions and unspoken words.
"What happens now?" Jisung whispered, eyes closed and his thumb caressing the other's neck.
"I don't know." Minho admitted. His hand slid up the younger's shirt and brushed against his waist.
"But I'll protect you."
"What if you can't?" Jisung's heart was thumping against his chest and his eyes darted to the door as they heard the sounds of many pairs of footsteps getting closer. The elder firmly pulled his head back to face him.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, staring into his eyes with a look the younger couldn't decipher.
"Of course." He replied before Minho leaned in and reunited their lips for a lingering kiss as the door was flung open. Multiple officers a a few doctors entered the room and started to pull them apart.
Jisung yelled in pain when he was forcefully held back, two arms pressing around his middle and on his injury.
"Be careful he's still healing!" A doctor called, rushing over and pulling the policeman away before lifting the boy's shirt and inspecting the wound to make sure it hadn't been reopened. Two other officers were holding Minho back.
An old man with a smirk plastered on his wrinkled face came forward and both their gazes landed on him. The words he spoke held so much sadness for the couple though they were told in such a cheery voice.
"You both are under arrest." He turned to the elder. "For multiple crimes against the city like stealing and vandalism and for the many murders you have committed." He looked to the younger. "And for the murder of our beloved hero, Eun."
Jisung grit his teeth. Just hearing the name made him want to cut off this man's dick and shove it down his throat.
"In one month, you both will go on trial. You have the right to an attorney, or one may be assigned to you." He glances at his clipboard. "Jisung, you will be staying in this hospital until the hearing or until you are well enough to join your little boyfriend in the cell he will be moving to."
Minho clenches his fists in the officers' holds.
"That is all." The men either side of the elder suddenly push him forward after releasing his hand. He looks back at Jisung as he is checked on by the nurses. The couple lock eyes, Minho with a firm gaze and the younger with a terrified look in his eyes.
The elder's heart breaks at the emotions in his stare, something he can't do anything about. He turns back to the police as he's escorted out the building. Outside, people are lined up either side of the hospital entrance.
They start screaming insults at him and cheering for his arrest. Some are holding signs and others are ripping up the wanted posters of his. Minho is pushed into a car and driven away but the hordes of people don't stop.
If anything, they get larger and more violent. All targeted at him. He smirks. All this for him? All this fame and hatred, just for him? Oh, whatever did he do to deserve such a glorious thing?
The man driving the car looks at him through the rear-view window. He spots his smile, smug as if he's won in this situation when he's the one being shipped off to jail. His hands tighten on the steering wheel as their gazes meet, a chilling, icy stair reflected in the mirror.
They soon pulled up at the station and Minho is pulled inside and to a small cell. He is pushed inside, and his handcuffs removed before they all leave. He lays on the bed and stares at the ceiling, starting to think of a plan.
***
1 month later
The moon shines through the small window in the wall of his cell, reflecting on the metal toilet and empty tray. Minho lays on the bed, staring at the starry night sky. Suddenly, a loud noise catches his attention, and he sits up quickly.
Two officers bring a familiar boy in. A boy he has waited to see for so long.
Jisung is pushed inside after his handcuffs are removed and instantly runs to his boyfriend, hugging him tightly.
"I missed you so fucking much." He whispers against his neck, melting in the embrace. "Don't ever do that again." Minho chuckles at his words.
"Do what?" He teases. The younger looks up at him and his arms move to wrap around his neck.
"Leave me alone." He kisses the elder hungrily, lips chasing after a feeling and taste he's missed for too long. Minho kisses back, hands grabbing his waist and pushing him to a wall. He pulls away and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.
"I won't. Not ever again." He assures.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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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...
