"thank you-"
that's what he had said.
he listened.
the harmed boy laying on minho's couch, covered in blood, had whispered the words to him seconds after being set down.
though he hadn't done much, to the blond boy the action was worth thanking.
minho soon learned the boy had been attacked, beaten for drugs.
an hour later, jisung-he had learned was his name-was lying in the older boys bed, bandaged and exhausted.
a king slept on a couch that night.
a couch, in his room, in the corner, facing jisung.
close enough to run to his side if needed.
close enough to see his face.
a face that not only, did minho not want to puke over, but that he genuinely enjoyed looking at.
close enough, to hear the boys breath.
ragged, and heavy, but an important promise;
a promise that he was still living.
that mattered to minho, greatly.
probably more than it should've.
for some reason, he couldn't bare the
thought of the boy dying.
maybe..
just maybe..
he wasn't looking for a girl after all.
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King | Minsung AU
Fanfiche's a king. he needs a queen. maybe what he finds is even better. - lowercase intended. short story! (im sorry)
