Do you know who I am? | Yungi

17 (M)

"Mingi, I'm so fucking scared." He begins to sob into Mingi's loose shirt, gripping at the fabric covering his chest. He lets him cry, knowing it's been some time since he's let his guard down, been some time since he's been able to hold someone else. 

The first time really.

"Then let me protect you, Yunho." Mingi lifts his head, kisses away the tears that have collected on his cheeks. 

"Who are you?" Yunho asks, trying to grasp some sense of reality, thinking to how little he knows him. Yet, his life is in Mingi's hands, and it hurts Yunho to even breathe knowing how useless he is. "I don't know you, so why do you know me?" He holds back another loud sob, wanting to see Mingi's expression, but the dark covers them both, concealed by silence and pitch black. 

A languid sigh follows the question, and Yunho buries his head into Mingi's chest, just wanting to find comfort no matter how fleeting it is. "It's complicated-"

"You were stalking me, you know everything about me, you kidnapped me. I know you knew me before the killer even wrote my name." Yunho pulls himself away to wipe his tears, sitting up, now too anxious to lie down all the way.

"I am afraid you'll hate me-"

"I have nothing to lose. Please, I need to be able to trust someone." He begs, tracing a random pattern on Mingi's chest now that their faces are so close again.

"We were going to kill you first." He says simply, holding Yunho's wrist and taking his hand off his chest. He shivers uncomfortably where he sits up against the headboard. "Your family...My father, before I killed him of course, wanted your blood line to end." He clears his throat, waiting for Yunho to say something, carefully reaching a hand out to pull some of his hair behind his ear. He lets him but he stays silent for a moment. 

"What did my family do?"

"Your father engaged in a risky bet a couple decades back against my own father. Five hundred million dollars, my father lost of course."

"My dad's still alive right now, right?"

"I don't know." He admits honestly, and Yunho shift dramatically from him on the bed.

"What was the bet?"

"Just some high value gambling, a simple dice game I presume." Mingi is back to being factual and yet hiding so much.

"And you were going to kill me? For what? My dad is still alive. As far as I am concerned." Yunho adds the last bit, genuinely worrying that his family has been mauled and he is here kissing his kidnapper. I'm the crazy one here.

"I didn't want to follow along with my father's plans, but I was going to. Before he died, I was quite young. Thirteen maybe. You were the same age, so he sent me to your school one day. He wanted to kill you as vengeance, so your dad could suffer more, you know?"

"I guess so, but you were so young, how could you have helped?" Yunho is quite intrigued by now, turning back to face him, no matter how dark the story might become. 

"He sent me with a gun. No one would expect me to be the culprit, and then he'd be guilt free." The plan has some holes, and Yunho's glad for that fact, pondering his father's messy past. He was certainly not aware. 

"You didn't do it." A fact, otherwise Yunho wouldn't be here right now.

"You were playing with fucking caterpillar." Mingi practically laughs, hand wrapped back around Yunho's waist, pulling him closer. "It was so cute, really. I was star struck, even then."

"You were thirteen." Yunho scoffs, playing with Mingi's shirt sleeve.

"Yeah, and you were a cute thirteen year old. But anyway, I dropped the gun, and I cried all the way home."