Destiny | JiLix

Fear

Felix ran.

Jisung had never talked much about his past and Felix had never forced him to do so. But the only one Felix suspected he was up to something like that was Jisung's father.

Panic flooded Felix's body and he ran so fast that the others had trouble following him. Minho was the only one who could keep up with him and was on his heels.

The many people around them made it difficult to move forward, but Felix just couldn't take care often that.

He pushed himself through the people and continued to run towards the exit.

Jisung looked back and waved to Felix with a smile.

The day was better than anything he had imagined, topped by the fact that he even had invited Jeongin and Seungmin.

He didn't pay attention to the man who pushed past him into the toilet. He was way too busy idolizing his boyfriend and at the same time thinking about which roller coasters he wanted to ride again.

Hardly audible, he hummed to himself and disappeared into one of the toilet cabins.

When he heard someone else enter the toilet, he hurried to get ready and go wash his hands. Not that he was afraid of strangers, but somehow he felt uncomfortable.

If only he had agreed when Felix had asked if he should come along.

Sighing, he washed his hands.

Only when he turned around and was about to leave the washroom, he noticed the man who was blocking the exit through which he had entered.

Almost at the same time, a hand rested on his shoulder and he twitched in fright.

"It's time for you to come home!"

His father's cold voice chased an icid shiver down his spine and immediately tears rose to his eyes.

"N-No!"

"You're still just as pathetic as before," his father snorted, reaching for his waistband and taking out a gun. "Get going, or you'll have a bullet in your leg."

"I-I don't want to," Jisung whimpered and couldn't stop the tears from running down his face.

Annoyed, his father rolled his eyes and pushed him to the other exit. "Then I'll shoot your pathetic friends. Or the guy who's fucking you. You disgusting whore."

Jisung shook his head in a panic. "I-I I haven't-"

"Shut up! Move, or your precious lover will have to suffer!"

The pistol pressed into his back, his father forced him to leave the washroom. Past a young woman who looked at them in confusion.

Jisung gave her a desperate, help-seeking look, but his father just pushed him further, while the young woman just stood there confused.

"P-please d-don't..."

"You should put the gun away. It attracts too much attention! Better take the knife."

Jisung didn't know the second guy. Normally he would have scared him insanely, but he knew what his father was capable of. And that scared him much more than anything else.

With the tip of the knife pressed in his back, Jisung had no choice but to go further. Because every time he slowed down, in the hope that Felix would follow them, his father pressed the knife deeper into his back. His thin jacket barely preventing the knife from cutting into his skin.