Never Thought... | h.hj + h.js

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He opens his eyes and his attacker has a smug look on his face. making him smile though the knife is getting pushed further. 

"I'm glad you take joy in my suffering" he says, his words making the males face falter a bit before a big smile crosses his face.

"Indeed i am" he stabs deeper and the blade is no longer visible. Jisung silently cries, trying not to make any noise. he notice something in the males eyes. they were reflecting a different emotion than what his face was portraying. 

That something was something he didn't know they'd share.

Raising a shaky right hand, he brushes the males hair back till it travels back to his cheek, lightly cupping it. 

"You must be hurting" He whispers, tilting his head. his voice going any higher than that, even if he wanted it to. thumb caressing the apple of his cheek.

The tallers face drops. not expecting that, like at all. "What do you mean?"

"Having no one there when you need them, being by yourself all the time. Its like world doesn't want you to be happy"

"I know how it feels." What was just an attack on its victim quickly became something totally different. This wasn't no normal killer and victim scenario anymore.

Anger boils in the blood of the males veins, yanking the knife out and inserting it in a new area. Blood running down his stomach and dripping onto the dark pavement.

"You don't know me" he growls in Jisung's face.

Jisung feels is legs give out on him and almost falls to the ground, but the taller held him up. Jisungs arms grip his biceps for his own support and leans closer to his ear.

"I don't have to know you" He hisses again and takes in a sharp breath.
"Your eyes.... They always give people away. You're no different"

"But that's okay" The taller is completely at a lose for words. In a situation like this how could he be so worried about him and not his own damn life. It could be thrown away at any given moment. Yet here he is being selfless.

Most of the people he's done buisness with or just the people he knows in general are as selfish as you could get. Thinking the world revolves around them and them alone. Doing shit for themselves no matter the cost or who ever gets hurt.

And that's exactly what Hyunjin is doing.... Being selfish. He didn't realize that till now. But he was in denial.

The youngers last words pull him out of his fucked up head and he feels even more confused than before.

"We can hurt together too"

He's hurt? What does he mean too?

"Stop, please stop!" He pulls the knife out and falls to his knees, hands curling over his ears as he screams. Jisung no longer having any sort of stability slumps against the wall and slids against it. His head feeling really light and hazy. His body in no state to move. Just his limp body laying helplessly on the ground in his own blood with a hand clutching his stomach.

But his mouth.....

It had a mind of it's own.

"There's nothing wrong with being hurt sometimes"

Hyunjin uncovers his ears and searches the youngers pocket for any sign of a phone. Once he's found it he dials a number Jisung's half open eyes couldn't get a glimpse of.

Slowly he brings the phone up to his ear.
"Hello?"
Jisung couldn't hear the voice on the other end of the phone, just Hyunjin's.

"I found a man in an alleyway with two wounds, one to the stomach and one to the shoulder"
He nods a few times before speaking again.

"Well he be okay?" Hyunjin makes his voice sound frantic. Like he's distressed and freaking out.

"Okay, Thank you... Bye" he hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket. He takes off his shirt, ripping it apart so he could wrap a piece around his stomach then another around his shoulder. Adding pressure to the wounds to stop blood flow.

But he had another shirt on for caustionary reasons. Finishing the tie of the shirt, he stands. Glaring down at a damn near unconscious Jisung.
"I'm not hurt" he growls his last words as he walks off.

Leaving the severely injured male by himself.

[I'm back]