Warrior | Minsung (✅)

Chapter 2

"What's your name baby boy?"
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"I- I'm Jisung, Han Jisung" he stuttered, lost in Minho's eyes. His dark brown eyes held so many emotions, but mostly sadness. It was obvious he was hiding it, he wasn't a murderer by choice.

"I think you already know who I am" he smirked at the shy boy. Jisung just slowly nodded, still afraid of what Minho might do to him. He looked at Jisung's arm and ripped a piece of his own shirt, wrapping it around his wound.

In the meanwhile Hyunjin had found the two boys. He pointed at Jisung with a knife. "He's mine!" He wanted to pull Jisung out of the small cave but Minho stopped him.

"Don't harm him, at least not yet" he said while slowly lowering Hyunjin's knife. Hyunjin wasn't as strong as Minho so he nodded and obeyed his order.

Minho suddenly pulled Jisung out of the cave and threw him over his shoulder, making Jisung squeel. "Cute" Minho mumbled under his breath, making the younger blush.

They walked towards a huge mansion, it wasn't in a very good condition. The windows were broken and there was paint splattered on the walls. Jisung wanted to escape but Minho held him too tight.

"You're not allowed to go" he growled, annoyed by his movement. His dark voice made Jisung scared so he stopped moving, doing his best to stay put. Minho walked inside with Hyunjin following him, he was making his way to his bedroom.

He threw Jisung down on his bed and tossed a hoodie at him. "Take off your shirt and wear that" he pointed at the big black hoodie he threw at Jisung.

"N-no thanks, I'm fine" he threw the hoodie back at Minho. He wasn't having no for an answer so he pulled out his knife and walked up to Jisung. He held the sharp silver knife against his neck.

"I won't ask again baby boy" he hissed. Jisung nodded anxiously, still not wanting to be killed. He slowly took off his shirt, revealing not only his fit body but also his mark. Minho smirked while his eyes seemed to darken, his feeling about the boy had been right.

He lowered the knife, tracing the mark with his cold fingers. Jisung got goosebumps from his touch, his cheeks burning up. Minho chuckled, even the least made the boy flustered.

"A-are you going to kill me?" Jisung stuttered, trying to ignore his touch. Minho once again chuckled at the stuttering boy. The only thing he craved for was power, it should be obvious.

"Ofcourse I am, but not yet" he slowly turned Jisung around, making him face his own gaze. I want to have some fun first." He suddenly kissed the boy roughly. Jisung's hands were against his chest, trying to push him away, but he failed.

"Baby boy, you're stuck with me now" he smirked while walking away. Right before he left he locked the door, making sure Jisung couldn't escape. Jisung felt trapped, and he didn't like it at all.

He looked around the room, he was looking for an exit. He opened a cupboard, it was full of weapons. He didn't know how to handle a gun so he grabbed a knife and stored it in his pocket, Minho had taken his other knifes as soon as he could.

He took a seat on Minho's bed, waiting patiently. He couldn't find an escape so he would try to kill Minho to escape. He heard muffled steps, meaning Minho was near. Jisung quickly jumped up and stood behind the door, he assumed Minho wouldn't think of a surprise attack.

The door opened, Jisung jumped in front of him and stabbed as hard as he could. He thought he stabbed Minho, but when he looked up he had only killed a pillow. Minho shook his head, insulted that Jisung thought he'd fall for that.

"Baby boy you have to come up with a better idea if you want to kill me" he easily snatched the knife out of Jisungs hand. "Knifes are dangerous, I don't want you playing with them."

Jisung looked at his feet, ashamed. He just took a few steps back, taking a seat on his bed again. Minho gave him a plate with a sandwhich on it, and a milkshake.

"You're too weak and skinny, you should eat more." He wasn't lying, Jisung was skinny. His cheekbones were sticking out and he had dark circles under his eyes, obviously showing he hadn't eaten much.

"T-thanks" he softly said while taking a hold of a sandwhich. He took a huge bite, filling up his squirrel like cheeks. He smiled brightly, suprised with the delicious taste.

"Come." Once Jisung had finished his food Minho took him out of the room. They walked downstairs, to the basement. It was cold and wet, it smelled like death.

"I'm sorry Jisung, but I can't have you escape" he walked up the stairs again, locking Jisung up. His vision was taken away by the total darkness, his body was shivering because of the absence of the heat.

He knew there was only one way out, but that way was locked. He sat down, burrying his head in Minho's hoodie. With a big sigh he closed his eyes, letting sleep take control.
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Hii
Idk what to say🤔

Untill we meet again~