Warrior | Minsung (✅)

Chapter 4

"Who hurt you baby boy?"
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"I-I just fell and touched some glass" he lied. He didn't want to tell him who did it because he was afraid Hyunjin would hurt him even more. Minho knew he wasn't telling the truth, his body language gave it away; his eyes kept avoiding his, his hands were shaky and his breathing got irregular.

"Don't lie to me baby boy, I can do things to you that are way worse." Jisung just nodded and looked down, still not planning on snitching. Minho sighed, he got annoyed by his stubborness.

"It was Hyunjin, wasn't it?" He raised an eyebrow. Jisung looked up at him with big eyes, revealing the answer he was hiding. Minho chuckled at how easy it was to read the boy. He untied the ropes around his wrists and lifted him up.

"Let's go home baby boy." Jisung was starting to feel weak. He had lost a lot of blood. His sight was slowly becoming blurry as his ability to hear faded away. He fought to stay awake, but his body gave in.

Minho carried him all the way. He made sure no one would harm his prey. A dumb boy tried to attack them, but he was the one to end up dying. Minho was too strong for him, he was too strong for everyone so far.
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Jisung slowly woke up. He found himself in a bed, his arms wrapped in bandages. His cuts weren't bleeding anymore but he still felt a bit weak. He looked around the room, noticing it belonged to Minho.

He wanted to stand up, but black dots were dancing in front of his eyes. He let out a deep sigh, knowing he could probably never escape. The door slowly opened.

"I see you're awake." Minho walked up to him. He unwrapped the bandages around his arms and looked at his wounds. He thought for a moment and then smeered something on it. Jisung wanted to pull his arm back, but Minho was too strong for him.

"Calm down baby boy, you need this" he wrapped clean bandages around his arm. Jisung just sat there, not saying anything. He was looking at Minho who was focusing on treating the cuts on his arms. A small pout appeared whilst he was busy.

"It's late, I'll get you some food and then you can sleep." He stood up and left Jisung again. His wounds were stinging. He couldn't take it anymore and wrapped his bandages off, getting rid of the stinging lotion.

"I really can't leave you alone for more than a second, can I?" Minho sighed while putting down a bowl of ramen. He came closer to Jisung and wrapped the bandages around his arms again, making sure they weren't too tight.

"Now eat, after that you'll sleep" he pointed at the ramen. Jisung just nodded and took it, he began eating. Minho was observing him, making sure his prey was well fed.

Whilst Jisung was eating, Minho took off his shirt. Jisung's mouth fell open, he felt confused. Minho chuckled at the boy's reaction. He quickly closed his mouth and focused on his food again.

Once he was finished he stood up again. His vision wasn't as blurry as before so he managed to keep standing. Minho looked over to him, not knowing why he suddenly stood up.

"Uhm, I'm kind of tired so can I go and sleep?" He asked softly while looking at his feet. He didn't want to go back to the basement but he knew he needed sleep. Minho didn't answer him, he just walked up to him.

"Baby boy, you'll be sleeping with me tonight" he chuckled while holding Jisung's cheek. "I don't want you to wake me up screaming anymore, and Hyunjin has to stay there for what he did to you."

Jisung just nodded, not knowing what to answer. He was glad he didn't have to sleep in a cold dark room anymore, but he was scared to sleep in the same room as Minho. He still wanted to kill the boy so he never felt safe.

"Come to bed" he held up a piece of blanket, meaning Jisung had to lie next to him. He obeyed him, still afraid of not doing so. Minho wrapped his arms around Jisung and pulled him closer.

"Goodnight baby boy"
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Hii
Okay let me be real w you for a second
I have nothing against the fact you might not like my content, but hating on me for that doesn't do anything else than make me feel like shit. I am not confident in anything and recieving hate (mostly on mine) just sucks ass so ya (getting called out for too much angst, deadass gettin called ugly n shit)

Untill we meet again~