𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄 | MINSUNG

Chapter 8

Minho was snapped out of his daze and he gawked at the devil's face. He could taste something like iron in his mouth, realising then that he was bleeding.

"You like that Min," questions Jisung, licking his lips, "now you can feel what it's like to feel hurt!" Jisung brings his hand up again and slaps Minho hardly. He fell on his side, blood being spilled from his mouth. Coughing, he tried to get up slowly but Jisung had the upper hand. He grabbed Minho by his shirt collar and threw him down. He then brought him back up, Minho looking like he was about to faint. Mouth plumped and injured, both cheeks glowing with blue bruises and head trembling in confusion. Jisung once again tugged Minho's hair, forcing his face up to look at himself. Jisung chuckled. A light and menacing one. He tugged more and made Minho wince in pain.

"You look so sexy when you're like this. You are making me horny honey." With that dialogue, he smacked his lips into Minho's.

  The kiss was heated as Jisung licked the blood off Minho's lips, enjoying the moment of him being dominant. On the other hand, Minho felt molested. Even though Minho was used to their kisses, this was something very different. The kiss felt more intense and abnormal. It was a  more jarring, revengeful and depressing kiss. It didn't have a feeling of comfort or love. That shattered Minho's soul since his heart was already broken. Jisung's intensity wasn't working for Minho as he tried to push him away. But with his fragile mind and body, he failed. Soon, Jisung stops and looks at Minho, eyes suddenly twinkling as the fire apparently dies down. Jisung places his hand on Minho's face, caressing, taking in his endearing face. The face that he fell for before falling even deeper with his charms and soft personality. He grabs Minho and pulls him up to his feet, taking his hands in his own, though Minho denies it.

"Just take my hand!" Jisung yells. Minho, frightened, takes Jisung's hand uncomfortably. Jisung flashes a proud smile on his face as they walk towards the opposite side of the bridge.

  They stopped at the bar of the bridge, facing each other. Minho removed his hand from Jisung's, looking at him hurt. A cold silence set them both on edge, trying to say something.

"Jisung...s-so,"Minho started before being interrupted.

"Don't Minho," Jisung said, arms crossed, "apologies won't solve anything in these situations," There was a short pause when the dim light bulb from earlier on lit up again. He smirked unconsciously.

"But Min, if you could do this for me, I might consider your apology. Keep in mind that I said 'consider' so I can choose whether or not to forgive you." Minho was too broken and stunned to pay attention to anything. He felt awful for doing this to Jisung. On the inside, he was bashing himself while in his unconscious mind, he was slowly falling into Jisung's request. He didn't know anything anymore.

"Sure Jisung." Minho said, forcing himself to smile even though it wasn't appropriate.