Do that again || MINSUNG

XII

Changbin hadn't bothered Minho and Jisung for a while after that. After all, his video lost quite its effect. 

But not everyone had given up. 

"It's so cute to finally see you do what I suggested!" 

Jisung had frowned his eyebrows in confusion, so naturally, Eunha leaned in, whispering a quiet "I can't wait to see him when he realizes you've been playing him all along". 

Ah, so she thought he was playing with Minho's feelings. 

He knew he said he wasn't going to be scared anymore. He knew that. So why couldn't he help but lie?

"Yeah, me too. I bet I stole him away from Chan too, he'll be so heartbroken to see that neither me nor Chan wants him."

He knew he shouldn't have said that. He knew, goddammit, so why did he? He was lying again, he was hiding again.

The bell rang, signalling class was over, as Jisung slowly but surely made his way over to the cafeteria. He had looked around for Minho, but couldn't find him. Maybe he was just talking to his teacher or something, he'll come. 

Five minutes passed. 

Jisung got worried. This was not like Minho, at all. He always informed Jisung about where he was, especially if he knew the younger was waiting on him. 

After a 'where are you' text, a few phone calls and no response whatsoever, Jisung got anxious. Where could his baby be? He started to walk down the corridors, hoping to find Minho somewhere, anymore. 

"Please, don't touch me.." 

It was a quiet voice, but undoubtedly Minho's. Jisung started walking faster, afraid of what he was going to see. 

A sob resonated through the empty hallway as the younger started running, his legs moving on their own. He couldn't leave his baby behind. 

He was met with a disturbing sight. Chan's hand was buried into Minho's hair, the older had presumably yanked Minho to his knees with his hand gripping the soft brown locks tightly. Tears where dripping down the taller's cheeks as he sobbed silently, as if trying not to make any noise. Minho was positioned in front of Chan's crotch, his nails were scratching the latter's thighs gently, too much of a caring person to actually hurt the shorter. Needless to say, it wasn't an effective method of getting Chan to stop. 

Jisung didn't even have words to say. His first instinct was to get Chan away from Minho, so he pushed the oldest. Chan didn't let go of Minho's hair; instead, he only tugged Jisung's boyfriend closer to his clothed cock, laughing bitterly at the look on Jisung's face. 

Minho's sobbing just got louder, nails digging into the oldest's skin a bit harder in attempt to back away. 

Maybe that sent Jisung over the edge. The youngest spat in Chan's face, his teeth quickly sinking into the flesh of the latter's arm, which made him hiss faintly, pulling his hand towards himself. 

Jisung was so angry, he could've strangled Chan. But he settled with a punch in the older's jaw, and another one in his gut before the taller ran. 

Now focused on Minho, the younger got on his knees too, taking his boyfriend into his arms as he cried. 

"Why do they always pick on me? Am I really that much of a fuck up?" 

"Baby, no, they're ugly. They act like this because you are very attractive and they have no sense of holding a desire in. They are so ugly, outside and inside, please don't think it's your fault," Jisung cupped his kitten's face, peppering him in tender and gentle kisses. 

"I love you so much, I hate to see you hurt," the shorter spoke, leaning his head on Minho's shoulder. He hated to see the other cry, to see him getting hurt because of Changbin and Chan. 

"I love you too," Minho had cried back, fists tightly gripping the fabric of Jisung's shirt. How does a person become so fucked up that they think actions like these are remotely okay? Minho would get another trauma, Jisung's heart broke at the mere thought of his baby boy crying when he remembered this moment. He must've been so, so scared. 

"It's fine now, I'm here, I saved you, you're safe."

Saving Minho ended up being Jisung's main task in high school. He constantly got picked on, sexual comments or actual actions. Jisung couldn't count the times he had gotten detention for punching someone. He even got expelled once, but he refused to leave Minho alone at school and stayed at school for the whole day, making sure Minho wasn't alone in the break. 

No teacher or counselor took him serious. He had tried at least one thousand times to report the people making sexual comments about Minho, but all the school said 'we'll see what we can do' or 'it's his own fault for getting his nudes leaked. What they're saying is only natural', which was absolutely ridiculous to say the least. 

"I love you. Thank you for all that you've done for me these past years." 

"We're going to live together now, right?" Jisung had giggled back, happy they were finally graduating.

"I'm serious, Sungie. I'm really grateful. I think without you I'd be dead by now," Minho pressed forward a loving kiss, his graduation cap clashing with Jisung's as both the items fell to the ground. 

Jisung picked the caps up with a laugh, pointing at the picture on his cap. Minho hadn't noticed it until now.

"Oh my god, take that off," the older blushed brightly, trying to reach for the cap as Jisung took his distance while snickering. 

"What?! No way, it's so cute!" 

It was a picture of Minho sleeping with his two cats around him, his butterfly tattoo peeking out of his sleeve. 

"Han Jisung, you annoying ass," the taller groaned as he stopped reaching for the cap, accepting that Jisung wanted to show it off.

"You have your cats on your cap, that's just as cute! Or do you love Soonie and Doongie more than me?"

"No way!" Minho had argued without hesitation as the younger raised his eyebrow.

"Liar! That was way too quick of an answer!" 

[no this is not da end we going college minsung]