Rumors (Jinson)

Twenty five

Cuties uwu

The sherbet faded color sky reflected down on the bust city of Seoul, street lights shined with the setting sun as Jinyoung walked the busy streets of Seoul. Whom was accompanied by one of his close friend, Wonpil.
Jinyoungs thoughts were like a tornado his thoughts were passing by too fast for him to comprehend what was going on in his life. Wonpil glanced over at the younger, a pink cast of sunlight beamed down on his face. His pure white skin slowing in the pink casting sunlight, jinyoungs sad chocolate brown eyes puffy from crying all day.

Wonpil slowly reached out for jinyoungs hand and intertwined their fingers together, jinyoungs soft pale hands warmed by wonpils hand brought a warm chill through his body.

"The world is too beautiful to be so shitty." Jinyoung said looking up at the faded creamy pink skies
Wonpil chuckled. "I suppose you are right, but we are the ones that make this beautiful world shitty."
Jinyoung sighed and pulled his hand away from wonpils and stuffed his hand in his pocket, then looked back at wonpil.

"I wish I was straight, I wish I was never gay..." Jinyoung whispered "who knew just two guys sexuality would lead to this?"
Wonpil sighed and looked back at Jinyoung. He took a step closer to Jinyoung while the younger took a step back.
"The world tells you to be yourself, but they kill you when you try being yourself. They make you feel like shit of being you and not being the fake you..."

Wonpil pursed his lips together and continued looking back at Jinyoung, a gust of wind crept by blowing cherry blossom pedals against the boys soft white skin. The soft cold wind blowing their hair intertwining and dancing through it, kissing there pinched pink cheeks with cold along with their noses.
Jinyoungs body felt cold, his lips were chapped and cold and missed the warmth of jacksons lips.
He was too scared to tell for help. He wanted to give up.

"Its cold Jinyoung, let's stop by my place and have some coffee." Wonpil reached for jinyoungs hand but the younger stepped back
"Take me to Jackson..." Jinyoung whispered softly through his purple chapped lips
Wonpil felt a shock through his body, he nodded and pulled his keys from his coat pocket.

"As you wish."

The echoing from jinyoungs stopping footsteps filled the hospital hallways, the energy filled the hospital while Jinyoung frantically searched for his lovers room.
"Here!" Wonpil exclaimed pointing to the name "Mr. Jackson Wang" written in perfect Hangul.
Jinyoung slid the door open frantically to be greeted by complete distress.

The echoing and sounds of Mr. Wang slapping Jackson across the face filled the room, the curse words Jaebum yelled at Mr. Wang while the boys held him back. The weak sad cries that Jackson let out, begging for forgiveness from his father.
"Goddamn asshole!!" Mr Wang hollered "Why did that wench leave me with you!?"

Jinyoung rushed over to Jackson, his heart racing, beating fast against his chest he grabbed Mr. Wang by the collar and pushed him against the wall. Jinyoungs hands burned from the tight grip he had from Mr. Wings clothing, jinyoung suddenly lost control of his right hand and felt it slap across Mr. Wangs face.
Again. Again. Again.
Jinyoungs hand stung with pain as tears raced down his face, all that could be heard was the hard hollow sound of jinyoungs face slapping across Mr. Wangs face.

Jinyoung felt a hand grasp his shoulder, he was slowly pulled away from Mr. Wang and his tight grip was released and he watched him helplessly collapse on the floor.
As Jinyoung was being slowly pulled out of the room, it felt like time has froze. He caught a glimpse of Jackson, who helplessly laid in bed and was no longer conscious. His tanned sparkle skin covered in blood, and pinched with red all over. He looked helplessly frail and no longer the sexy muscle man he once was.

"I love you Jackson!" Jinyoung shouted