Delicate ~ Minsung

Chpt. 1

   Jisung was walking home from his job at a small sweets shop called "Bin's Bakery." His friend Changbin owned it. It was cozy and comfy and warm and simple; it was what Jisung thought of as perfect. The small boy had hated human interaction ever since he was six and the warm atmosphere of the bakery calmed him down. He worked as a baker, one of the best around. He was always trying out new recipes, hoping they'd turn out perfectly, which they always did.

   Being a baker at the shop worked perfectly for Jisung since he barely talked. The boy only talked to his three friends, no one more, no one less. He had no family to talk to, as they were all in Maylasia. That gave him a house all to himself, yet his parents still payed for it since he was 17.

   He loved having a house to himself and he couldn't wait to throw himself under his purple and white quilt that his grandmother has made him before she passed. He cherished it like he cherished life.

   While he was stuck in his thoughts, Jisung didn't realize that he had taken a wrong turn and ended up in the shady part of town. He needed to leave, and quick. He was too weak and innocent to be here. He quickly turned around, remembering to keep his steps quiet as he fled the street.

   Suddenly, the boy heard a laugh. It wasnt the kind of laugh someone would give if a friend told a joke, no. It was the kind of laugh someone would give if there were an ironic situation were going on, and they had the upper hand.

   Jisung quickly hid in an alley behind a dumpster. He peeked his head out and let out a silent gasp at the sight. On the steps in front of an apartment. there was a group of boys. One was standing on the steps smoking, he was the one laughing. He was watching a man get beat up, almost unconscious on the ground.

   Jisung eyed the boy laughing. He looked to be around 20 and had beautiful facial features. He stood tall and had a jawline so sharp it could cut diamonds. His eyes were big, yet they held a sharpness to them. His nose was perfect and his lips, dang. His lips looked so...kissable and soft. He has on a leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath. Ripped black jeans accompanied his jacket and shirt with black combat boots on his feet.

   Too caught up in looking at the male, Jising didnt notice his foot slipping on some plastic under his foot. He fell and caused a loud bang to echo. The laughter stopped and so did the boys beating up the man on the ground.

   The boy who was smoking put out his cigarette and pulled a gun from his pocket as he walked over to the dumpster. Jisung held his breath. He was trembling and on the verge of tears. He didn't want to die, he just wanted to go home.

   "Whoever you are, I'd come out if you have any wish to leave here alive," the taller said. Jisung slowly moved off the ground and onto his feet, standing and walking out with his head down. He didn't dare look up, afraid of what might happen if he did.

   "You dont look like you have any business being here, you're to soft. You have no rips in your clothes and you're wearing pink, no one like that comes here. Maybe you're a spy from a rival gang, hm?" The man asked Jisung. At this, Jisung's head shot up, eyes wide and spilling tears. He rapidly shook his head.

   "Aye, Minho, I dont think hes from a gang. The kid's shaking and crying, take it easy on him," said one of the other boys from what Jisung could assume was a gang.

   "Woojin, its probably all an act. We've seen it before. Hes probably from the Dream gang. Looks like it to me," the boy Jisung now knew as Minho said.

   "Hyung, I think he's genuine. Maybe ask for his ID?" Said a small boy. He was quite cute, almost like a baby.

   "Jeongin what if he goes to get it and grabs a gun, what do we do then?"

   "Hyung. Hes literally sobbing. Just ask him for his ID. Most gang kids dont carry any," Jeongin said.

   "Fine. Let me see your ID kid, but if you pull anything, I'll have you dead in less that 5 seconds," Minho said.

   Jisung pulled out his ID with shaking hands. He handed it over and wiped his tears with his fuzzy pink sweater.

   "How do I know that this is your real name? Got anymore proof?" Minho said.

   Jisung thought for a minute before carefully grabbing his phone, making sure Minho didn't think he was reaching for a gun. He unlocked his phone and pulled up his Instagram, handing his phone to the scary male with a sniffle.

   "Hm, I guess you arent part of a gang. Just, get lost, a cute kid like you could get kidnapped or hurt out here. And if you even think of going to the police since you now know our names, I'll make sure you end up hating your life. But I dont think that'll be an issue, considering you havent said a word this whole time. Now go home, Han Jisung." Minho said, lighting a cigarette after putting his gun away and handing the smaller boy back his phone and ID.

   Jisung blushed. Minho called him cute and said his full name. It gave Jisung chills. He just nodded and walked away. He heard the boys start to chatter. One called him cute. Another said Minho was too harsh. This was all too much on Jisung.

   Once he got home, he took a shower and cried a bit. That was all too scary for him. He had a gun pulled at him and gave a gang leader all of his personal information.

   Once he stepped put of the shower, he threw on an oversized pastel purple sweater and climbed into his bed. He put his phone on charge and went to bed, having multiple nightmares about both that night and his haunting past.

   A/N: oof its finally up! I'm so sorry that this is kind of absolute garbage and quite confusing but I tried! Please give this book love and support. thank you all!!!!!!!