The Messages

Chapter 14

Bin's POV

When I awake, Dong Min was by my side. I smile at him and he kissed my forehead. I missed everything about him. I know I have said this before but I can't say it enough. I love him more than anything and I want him to be by my side forever but I know that one day one of us will die. I hope that when I die, that he won't hurt too much. I know how much he loves me. I don't want him to be in any kind of pain. 

I  try sitting up but it hurts. I sigh and lay my head on his lap. He pets my hair back and kisses me. 

"I missed you," he said.

"I missed you too. It is boring here without you," I reply.

He laughs. 

"Are you hungry?" he asks.

I nod and smile at him. He gets up and I follow. He cooked and I sat and watched him. 

When he is done he puts it in front of me and I start eating. 

Dongmin's POV

I watch Bin happily eat and smile. I love this human more than anything. I want nothing more than to be able to live happily with this boy. 

His phone rings and he answers it.

"Hello?" he says.

I sit next to hem and take the hand that doesn't have the phone and hold it. He starts to look worried and he squeezes my hand. I hold his hand tighter and hold his shoulders, rubbing them.

When he hangs up the phone, he starts crying into my shoulder. It shocks me at first then I hug him. I rub his back. He sighs and leans into me. I hold him and he starts crying. I kneel next to him. 

"What is wrong, Darling?"

"Nothing..."

"Babe... I want to help you. I want nothing more than to help you but I can't help you if you don't tell me what is wrong."

"I'm fine."

"If that were true, you wouldn't be crying and shaking."

He sighs. "It was the police."

"What did they say?"

"They- they- they said that Jin got out. Someone paid his bail and I have to be careful because they don't know where he is."

"What about his tracker?"

"It somehow got taken off."

I wipe his tears and hold him tightly.

"I will have my mom come and see what she would do."

"But-"

"No buts. She needs to know."

He sighs and I call my mom.

"Hello?" she says.

"Mom. We need your help. Can you come to the house?"

"Of course. What is going on? Is Bin okay?"

"Yeah... sort of..."

"I'm on my way. Stay there and don't let anyone in."

"But Sanha is on his way here."

"He can come but he isn't allowed to leave."

"Okay."

She hangs up and I go to the living room with Bin. He curls up into my side and falls asleep. 

The doorbell rings and I gently place Bin's head on the pillow and get up and open the door. Sanha jumps up and hugs me tightly. I hold my finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet. He nods and walks in. My mom walks in after him. 

"What is wrong?" She asks.

"Bin got a call from the police and was told that someone paid Jin's bail and he somehow got out of his ankle tracker. He started freaking out and now he is asleep on the couch," I tell her.

She walks into the living room nodding. I close the door and lock it. I walk in after her. 

"Sanha," My mom says.

"Hey ma'am," he replies with a smile.

"Sanha, how many times do I have to tell you to not call me that?"

"Sorry."

"Anyways, do you know where Jin is?"

"Yeah," He says. I freeze. "He is in the jail waiting for his trial."

I relax. "He isn't Sanha."

"How?"

"Someone paid his bail and he got out of his ankle tracker and no one knows where he is."

"Oh. Is Bin okay?"

"Yeah. He had a bit of a panic attack and is sleeping."

He nods and goes to the kitchen. I sit next to Bin and he stirs in his sleep and I pet his head. He is so beautiful and I don't want him to be scared but I don't know what to do. I sigh and caress his face. He leans into my touch and I start crying. I don't want to but knowing that he has to be terrified hurts so bad. I hold Bin's sleeping head in my lap and cry. I don't want him to be in pain or to be scared. I want him to be able to be happy. I want to be able to grow old with him without the fear that comes with what happened to him. I want him to be able to live without the paranoia and the PTSD that he has to be dealing with. I wish he would talk to me about these things instead of hiding it all.

"What's wrong?" 

I look down and see that Bin woke up. I smile weakly and kiss his forehead. I want to be able to tell him but it would make him feel bad. 

"Nothing," I reply.

"That isn't true. You are crying. Now tell me why."

"I just feel like you never tell me how you are feeling and it hurts me. I want to be able to help you but you never let me in. I want to grow old with you but how can I do that if you won't tell me what is bothering you? When you won't tell me when you are struggling with anything. It makes me feel like you don't think I can handle it."

"It is just that I am used to not telling anyone my feelings. You know I grew up without parents there like you did. I learned to bottle things up until I explode. It is just that I feel like it would be a burden to you and I am used to not telling anyone. I am used to it and it is hard for me to change after doing that for 18 years."

I sigh. He wipes my tears and kisses me. I kiss back harder. Pulling him closer I kiss his neck. He pulls on my hair, groaning. I pick him up and take him to our bedroom and slam the door.

Sanha's POV

I am in the kitchen with Dongmin's mom and we were talking about what we can do about what is going on when we hear a groan from the living room. Then, we see Dongmin carrying Bin up the stairs. I sigh.

"They are at it again," I say.

"They do that with you here?" she asks shocked.

"No. Usually, they kick me out first."

"Oh."

"I'm hungry."

"Okay. I'll make us something. Will you help me?"