The universe seemed to be on Jisung's side for once as the boy whispered reassurance to himself while another figure walking opposite him was whispering a string of incoherent cuss words. The two males seemingly unaware of their surroundings bumped into each other causing the younger one to fall backwards. Jisung groaned as a slight shock of pain made its way up his spine.
The other male gasped apologising to Jisung. "Oh my, I'm so sorry." He said as he reached out his arm towards the younger form him to grab onto. Jisung took it gratefully standing up and dusting himself before looking up to thank him properly, that was until... he saw his face.
"IT'S YOU?! ITS FUCKING YOU!"
The younger male exclaimed, the other man frantically shaking his head. "I don't know who the fuck your're talking about." He mumbled chewing on his lower lip. Jisung stared at the figure in front of him contemplating whether he should escape swiftly again or hold the male in front of him accountable and drag his sorry ass to the police station, not that Jisung would have been able to do that, because he couldn't. The male in front of him had a larger, more built physique.
They stared at each other intently, waiting to see who would break first. Jisung looked away, something in the boy's eyes intimidated him, but it also captivated him. It was only then that the male noticed how utterly breath-taking the male was. You shouldn't be thinking of a murder like that han jisung, he'd kill you right here if he fancied. The younger mentally scolded himself. "Look, i've got a wife and kids to look after and-" Minho began. Jisung only rolled his eyes.
"Don't feed me that bullshit." Minho sighed, surrendering "Fine you caught me." The older admitted, his eyes darkening as he continued. "But you know, I could do the same for you if you open that mouth of yours." Jisung gulped a sudden surge of fear flashed through the boy's body. He inhaled a ragged breath of air, "You won't be saying that when you find out who my dad is, bitch."
"Who my dad is?" The older mocked "What are we? In kindergarten or some shit."
By then Jisung's patience had run thin, he raised his hand to punch the older, only for it to be held back by someone from behind him. He tensed. "Jisung." The boy turned around staring at his friend. He gave Chan a tight smile. "Trust me on this one, please." The youngest pleaded
Chan shook his head. "You're not gonna fight, not today, let's go." The older man mumbled, still unaware of who the third male was. The older dragged jisung away with him, the younger mumbling a quiet "Han Do-yun." He watched in triumph as Minho tensed a shiver falling down his spine to the tip of his toes.
Fucking bastard, Fucking son of Han Do-yun huh? interesting.
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Criminal Hearts // Minsung
Mistério / SuspenseYou scream every night that you hate me, but as the sun begins to rise, behind those beautiful eyes, where you hide your silent cries, you hide a secret that never should surface, what you deemed was hate was truly "Love" because baby, it doesn't ma...
