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They stared at each other for hours. Or at least that’s how Jisung felt.
Eventually Minho walked up closer to him at bent down to inspect his wounds. After a few second he got up again and went over to the cupboard he got out some supplies and bent down next to him again. He started to wrap up his wounds silently.
After Minho finished clean and wrapping up all his wounds he put everything away and stares at him.
“Alright how do you want to do this?” Minho asks.
“What? You want to have sex now?” The injured boy asks confused.
Minho sighs and rolls his eyes. “No Jisung. I meant how do you want to talk about this.”
This makes Jisung even more confused. “What do you mean? Let’s just go to bed. I’m tired and it late.” He responds trying to get up from the tub but wailing in pain as soon as he tries.
The killer just shakes his head. “Oh no. We are going to about this.” Minho states hooking his arm under Jisungs knee and another on his back. He picks him up with ease and walks towards their bedroom.
“Wha- put me down! I can walk!” Jisung protest, even though he knows he would fall over the second his feet touch the ground.
Minho scoffs. “Sure you can. Come on we have to get you dressed.” Only then does Jisung remember he’s naked. He blushes and looks down at the floor.
When they enter the bedroom Minho sets him down on the bed. He searches in their closet for some clothes and finds one of his hoodies and some boxers for him to wear. Jisung blushes even harder as Minho dresses him, refusing to let Jisung do it himself.
After Minho dresses him he sits on the bed with him. They stay in silence for so long. Maybe it’s Jisung imagining things but it feels like forever.
“Alright. Tell me everything.” Minho says, finally breaking the silence.
“I thought I was going to choose how we do this.” Jisung argues.
Minho sighs again and rubs his forehead. “Okay, and how do you want to do this?” Minho inquiries.
The boy thinks for a few seconds before answering. “Let’s cuddle. Then I’ll be more comfortable.”
“Fine then, let’s cuddle.”
Jisungs eyes widen. Minho barely even lets Jisung hold his hand. So cuddling was defensive rare.
Once they got into position Jisung almost forgot what they were supposed to be doing.
He laid his head on Minhos chest and while Minho was quite stiff under him, he didn’t really care.
It was only when Minho reminded him what he was supposed to be doing that he remembered.
“Jisung? Come on talk to me.”
“Oh? Oh, right. Well what do you want me to say? Where do I start?”
“Tell me everything. I want to know everything about you.”
Jisung looked up at him confused for a second but didn’t acknowledge it.
“Okay, well-“
— — —
Jisung was born in a brothel.
Literally born inside of a brothel. His mom was a worker there and got impregnated by one of the men she served. She needed the money so once he was old enough to walk he was made to clean. And once old enough he was put as a “worker” there as well.
Once he had gathered enough money he escaped. He ran until he couldn’t anymore and started hitch hiking on the side of the road.
Eventually a truck slowed down and let him inside. The truck driver was nice enough to drive him to the city, but wouldn’t let him leave without payment. So thats how he found himself walking around Seoul in only an old dress without any underwear.
He walked the streets for a long time until he found a homeless shelter that took him in. He lived there until he was 18 when he finally got his first job at a maid cafe. He had the perfect build seeing as he was a twink (malnourished). He wore a maid costume every day. He was called names and cat called every shift.
One day while he was working his shift one of his customers flirted with him. But it wasn’t the usual cat call instead he was nice and gave Jisung his number.
They talked that day for what seemed like hours and eventually Jisung went on his first date, which turned into his second date and then third and fourth. All of a sudden he was moving in with him. But this guy wasn’t all that he seemed. The second he moved in with him he turned controlling and mean. He made Jisung do all of the chores he would often even force himself on Jisung.
One day Jisung had enough. He found his boyfriend Park Jinyoung in bed with another person. He pretended he didn’t see anything and for the next few days he pretended he didn’t do or see anything. He planed everything out and when Jinyoung got home after work he did what he always did and forced himself on Jisung. So Jisung played along and got in bed with him but what he didn’t see was Jisungs plug. So as Jisung rode Jinyoung he stabbed him in the chest over and over until he was sure He was dead.
Over the corse of the next few months he moved apartments and jobs when he met Felix. He started college and finally met Minho.
But there’s ever since he killed Jinyoung there’s been this thirst for blood that can’t seemed to be quenched. He tries to not let control his but there’s only so much time he can let go by before the voice in his head gets louder. So loud he blacks out.
It’s only happened TWICE so far the first time was after he killed Jinyoung and the second was today. he doesn’t really know what happened but both times when he woke up he was covered in blood.
— — —
“So he’s already dead?” Minho asked when Jisung finished talking. Looking down at Jisung.
“Yes, is we just went over how and why I killed him.” Jisung frowned, but quickly smiled when he heard Minho grumble “seriously? You’re mad because he’s dead and you don’t get to kill him?” The boy inquired.
“Yes, well no I’m glad he dead, but I would’ve enjoyed doing it myself.” Minho replied casually his hand going down to squeeze his butt again.
“Well at least I can still kill that truck driver. You got his name right?”
“Yes,” Jisung frowns again in confusion as if he doesn’t understand something. “I’m surprised you care. I mean you just never seemed like the type to ask or listen.” He said honestly.
“I do care about you. I just didn’t… well before it wasn’t…-“ “You didn’t care about me before is what you’re saying. I understand but, why do you care now?” The boy asks looking up at him curiously.
Minho stays silent for a few moments before responding. “I don’t know. I mean I’m not used to making connections like this. With anyone. The only person I really talk to is Felix and sometimes, Hyunjin. But, you’re… different.” Minho frowned not nowing what to say.
“You mean, because I’m a serial killer too?” Jisung asks not understanding.
“Maybe? I don’t know.”
…
They lay in silence for a few seconds before Minho breaks the silence again.
“Im sorry for locking you inside.” He apologizes.
“It’s …okay.” He forgives quickly but Minhos not having it.
“But it’s not Jisung. I’m sorry. I promise I won’t do it again.”
Minho protest.
.
Again there’s silence less this time as Soonnie crawls in to invade their space again. Laying behind Jisung and making biscuits on his butt. Jisung giggles. Minho thinks it might be the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. Apart from Jisung moans and whines Of course.
“Ya, Soonnie leave my butt alone.” Minho complaints.
“Your butt? It’s mine and I don’t mind one bit if Soonnie touches it.” The cute boy responds playfully.
“Oh yeah? Well you’re Mine so, therefore your cute little ass is also mine.” “Hey! My ass is not little!” “You’re right. It’s nice and thicc just for me.” SLAP
“OUCH that hurt.” Jisung whines and pouts.
“Yeah? Then don’t misbehave.”Minho replies. No real bite to his bark, and rubs Jisungs ass softly.
Jisung likes this he’s so calm and floaty. He feels like he could actually fall asleep well for the first time in a long time.
And he does. He sleeps calmly Close to the only person he loves. His cheek still pressed up against Minhos pecks, Minhos arms wrapped around his waist, and Soonnie on Minhos stomach. It’s the most perfect thing Jisungs ever had. And he hopes he won’t ever lose it.