Rain was dripping from his soaked brown hair and his eyes darted through the night, landing on Jisung's face. Time seemed to stand still and the rain was falling in slow motion as he kept staring at the boy he once loved more than anything in this whole world. His chest was aching every time he inhaled, making his lungs hurt as if someone pushed his head under water. "Isn't that what your family wanted?" He turned to Jisung's parents. "Seeing my family dead, isn't that what you bastards wanted?", he yelled and pointed at them with the golf club in his hands.
He didn't see Jisung come closer, but he felt Jisung's arms around him, and he felt the hard ground push the air out of his lungs as soon as they both hit the cold, wet concrete. A harsh sting rushed through his shoulder and he let out a pain inflicted groan, forcing him to let go of the golf club in his hand. "I'm sorry", he heard Jisung mumble above him and felt Jisung's palm on his chest, pressing his upper body to the ground. The rain was coming down on his face mercilessly, blurring his vision once again. "I'm really sorry", he heard him say continuously. Sirens were coming closer and Minho closed his eyes, letting tears roll down his wet cheeks.
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pictures edited by me.
the story isn't connected to my "just pretend" minsung one-shot :)
possible triggers: violence, alcohol, manipulation, cursing, mention of blood and injuries, light choking and bondage, there's gonna be smut, death, mention of mental health (might add more as i'm writing this, just know there will be heavy topics, please only read this story if you feel comfortable and safe enough to do so. and don't forget, this story and its characters are all imaginary)
"you're crazy if you think i'm ever letting you go, baby."
jisung feels a blush blooming on his face. he blinks rapidly, clearly affected by the pet name. "you rarely call me baby." he whispers, flustered.
"might have to start doing it often then," minho could feel a smile stretching across his face at how fast his boyfriend's breathing had become. "you're getting so shy and it's so cute."
"mm, shut up." jisung whines weakly and hides himself in the older's neck.
in which minho and jisung are both so equally possessive and fond of each other, all at the same time. they're grossly in love and it's all in secret, of course.
aka, what i like to imagine how minsung acts together as idols, AKA, just minsung being so whipped for each other
• work of FICTION
• canon compliant! (idols)
• mature content included