Sulhun gently shook Jisung awake. It was two in the morning. A week had passed since she sent off the information, and she got some news back about his rapist. Minho had slept over again. He'd been staying over a lot to keep him company. Jisung whined, opening his eyes.
"What?" He grumbled, lifting his head out of Minho's neck.
"Get ready and come to my office, baby," He nodded and slowly got up, Sulhun leaving the room. Jisung got ready, pulling on some shorts and Minho's t-shirt. He headed out of the room and into her office, sitting in her lap.
"I'm tired," He huffed, leaning on her.
"I know. I just wanted to show you some documents I found," She pulled them up. It was Yoohun's documents. He had over seventeen charges, rape, assault, murder.
"Fucking hell he's been on one," Jisung chuckled. "What did you want to show me?" She smiled, zooming in next to his name.
Name: Im Yoohun
Age: Twenty Four
[Deseased]
"Woah! What!" He yelled, standing up. "I literally ran away from him last week, what happened?"
"I told your uncle. Since he already has charges, he didn't care if he got more," Sulhun bit her lip.
"Wha-- Uncle Chanmin killed him? What the fuck is my life?" He sat down, head in his hands. "I mean... I'm happy. But like, this feels like some crack-ass movie," Sulhun hugged him, rubbing his back.
"It really does... I'm still processing the fact that Chanmin has killed two people and all that happened to you. It's hard," Jisung nodded. It was insane. He cracked his knuckles.
"So now what, you can't do much with the case," Jisung mumbled, playing with his shirt.
"I know, I'm sorry. But I guess you'll never have to worry again, baby," She smiled, hugging him.
"Tell Uncle I said thank you," He grinned, kissing her cheek. "I'm going back to bed," She nodded and hugged him. He waddled back, scooting in front of Minho. There wasn't that much room on this side, but he wanted his chest.
Minho instinctively held onto him, hiding his face in his hair. Jisung smiled. Minho was hie safety net. Always there to catch him. Jisung got comfy, one of his legs thrown over Minho.
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"Morning, baby," Minho mumbled, kissing his nose. Jisung smiled, leaning closer to him.
"I'm so tired," he yawned, looking up at him. He kissed him softly, hugging his neck. Minho smiled, pulling him closer, licking into his mouth. Jisung hummed, letting him do as they pleased. They made out for what seemed like forever, soft moans and lips smacking.
Sadly, their moment was cut short. Taeyang coming in to get them for breakfast. Jisung got up after many protests, telling his dad to leave so they could get dressed.
Minho just pulled some sweats on, Jisung still in what he wore when his mam called for him this morning. Jisung blushed, waddling to hug him.
"Start wearing underwear before I'm showing you my hole," Jisung muttered, holding his ass. Minho chuckled, kissing his head.
"Sounds like a great time,"
"Sure it does, idiot," Jisung whined, leaning further onto him. "Get out before I'm bending over," he snorted, pulling him out.
Minho laughed, following him down. They got to the kitchen, and he wrapped himself around his waist.
"What's for breakfast?" Jisung asked, pressing back onto him, Minho hummed, pushing his hips forward. "H-hey," he pouted, Minho biting his ear.
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Iris | Minho X Jisung
Fanfiction♡ You bleed just to know you're alive. Jisung was lonely. He just wanted someone to see him, to acknowledge him. Minho was just like him, weaving down his own path of denial. Maybe they can help each other. Perhaps someone will try to get in the way...
