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)
Jisung has always been good at pretending-pretending he's okay, pretending he's not still haunted by the echoes of his past. Between long shifts at the café and trying to rebuild his life, he convinces himself that loneliness is easier than letting people in. Then Minho walks in-sharp-eyed, tattooed, and devastatingly kind. And for some reason, he keeps coming back.
Minho isn't sure what it is about Jisung that tugs at his heart so fiercely. Maybe it's the way he always puts on a smile, even when his eyes are tired. Maybe it's because Minho knows what it's like to fight for something you love. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because from the first moment he saw Jisung, he was already his.
But healing isn't linear, and love isn't always enough to erase the past. As Jisung and struggles to believe he's worthy of kindness, and Minho tries to prove that not everyone leaves, they find themselves caught in a slow-burn dance of love, loss, and second chances.
Everything about this story is fictional, there is no reference to real life or the people themselves. I don't own any pictures or names.
This is just for entertainment and is not meant to harm anyone.