Jisungie~Hyunho x Jisung✔️

4

Jisung slowly ate his food. He found it weird that only Leeknow and Jin had masks on.

He couldn't help but find them strangely familiar.

He hated himself. He hated how he couldn't be comfortable, how he found everything awkward.

But was he going to do anything about it?

No.

He'll just suffer in silence.

"Jisung." Chan called out sitting next to him on the couch.

"Mhm?" Jisung hummed, nerves spiking up.

"How are you feeling?" The older asked.

Jisung justs shrugged.

"Are you okay?" Chan asked.

Jisung automatically nodded.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Chan asked. The words hit Jisung like a truck.

Are.

You.

Sure.

You're.

Okay.

Jisung hesitantly looked over at the older, quietly shaking his head.

"Shh, it'll be alright." Chan comforted seeing Jisung's teary eyes.

He hugged the boy.

Jisung tore out a sob.

"Go on. Cry it all out." Chan cooed rubbing Jisung's back in a comforting manner.

Jisung whimpered, his step brother's voice ringing through his ears.

"You're worthless. You can't interact with people, you're dumb and can't take pain. You even disappoint your father and ignore him Han Jisung. Aren't you just pathetic huh?"

Jisung sobbed louder and catched the attention of more people.

"Woah, Jisung are you okay?" Jeongin questioned.

Jisung hid in Chan's arms.

"Innie, please leave. He doesn't like being watched." Chan said.

"Oh, sorry." Jeongin mumbled before quickly running out of the room.

"Now... What's wrong?" Chan asked.

Jisung kept quiet.

"Jisung." Chan sighed.

Jisung just stood up and walked away, fleeing to his room.

He looked like a ghost. Like all his happiness was just suddenly drained out of his body.

Jisung slowly got under the bedcovers.

"Jisung, I don't believe you! Your stepbrother is a good person and he would never say such things. Why are you trying to make his life a hell so badly?" His father had said.

"Seriously? A 89%? Why can't you be perfect?" His father.

"What is wrong with you!" His father, again.

Jisung just let the thoughts swarm him. He couldn't think anymore. He didn't like himself.

He didn't think he was pretty no matter what anyone said or did.

He just.
Didn't.
Like.
Himself.

"Jisung!" A yell broke him out of his thoughts and he quickly squirmed away.

"No, shh. It's okay sweetheart. I'm here." Minho cooed pulling Jisung in a hug on his lap.

"L-leeknow hyung." Jisung stuttered out.

Minho chuckled.

"Don't call me hyung." He replied.

Jisung's eyes widened as he realised.

It was like everything clicked in place.

His breathing quickened.

"M-m... Minho hyung?" He stuttered out.

Minho looked down at him and ran his fingers through Jisung's hair.

"You finally realised?" Hyunjin chuckled.

"Wha- Hyunjin hyung!" Jisung gasped.

"Well, I guess we don't need this anymore." Minho chuckled removing his mask. Hyunjin did the same.

Jisung could only look them in shock.

"Wait. That means you're-"

"Yes. We are in a gang, or how you would like to call it: the mafia."

It went quiet after that.

Jisung was looking at them with his jaw dropped.

It's not that he was scared. He found it strangely attractive.

"Jisungie~ do you need some help down there?" Minho teased stroking Jisung's thigh.

The boy moaned.

"Wait- no. Hyung. I'm not ready." Jisung said.

"That's fine darling, but don't call me hyung."

"Do you know why he doesn't want you to call him hyung?" Hyunjin asked.

Jisung curiously looked at him.

"Because it turns him on. When I bottom him and call him hyung he gets hard too fast." Hyunjin chuckled.

"Y-yah!" Minho protested.

"Well I'll go to my room to um... You know."

"You're adorable when you're shy."

"Hyung!"