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Coincidence - Minsung

"well.." 

Han met his gaze, he didn't want to enjoy this but his body reacted differently. He craved Minho's attention. 

"Aren't you a pretty picture."

Han whined out a few words, "Please..enough" Minho tilted his head, smiling slightly, "Oh, baby..weren't your little moans a requests for me to continue?"

Han shook his head. Before he could say anything, there was a knock on the door. A guard came in, "sir, they're here." He said seriously, "how many?" Minho asked getting up from the bed. "Around ten at the moment, shall we take them out immediately?" His gaze drifted to Jisung and he stared at him for a few seconds before he looked back at the guard and nodded his head.

"Yeah, let's take them out without mercy."

The guard left, Minho took a gun out of the drawer, smiling at Jisung. "seems like daddy's here to pick you up, darling." The black haired slid a hand through Han's hair. "I know you don't like him anyway so I'll get rid of him." 

Minho went after the guard, leaving Jisung alone in the room. Listening to all the gunshuts and screams coming from the hall. He was threwn off guard when the door suddenly opened, creaking as it swung open before a body suddenly dropped to the floor. A man stumbled into the room, dripping with blood, panting and limping.

"Jisung, come on...we're getting out of here.." He mumbled out between pants and heavy breath. He lifted his head to look at him, it was Jisung's father.

Jisung just stared in shock, he knew his father wasn't gonna come far in this state. His dad looked at him, panting heavily before he slowly forced himself to crawl over to him while heavily grunting in pain and gritting his teeth. He looked bad, one of his pant legs was torn around one of his knees and there was a bloody wound there while he also had numerous other wounds on his arms and face.

"We gotta get...out of here." He repeated again, grabbing his arm and weakly tugging on his arm in a attempt to pull him off the bed.

"You won't make it." Han mumbled quietly, his father was having trouble even speaking properly, he was clearly losing way too much blood but he still held his gaze on his son, his voice coming out as pants and gasps.

"...I know....but" "you can't walk," The blue haired said quietly, kneeling in front of him "you won't make it."

He was struggling just to stay conscious, the blood loss was making him dizzy, he had a hard time trying to see clearly. He stared at him and tried to find words but he couldn't find anything to say to his son's words. "S..sorry."

Jisung just stared. He always had a horrible relationship with his father, got abused, got yelled at, only now his dad was being nice to him. "i'ts..okay"

He held him close, tears now falling down his cheeks in rivers and staining his son's clothes. After a few seconds of embracing him, he pulled back far enough to get a good look at his son as he spoke.

"Promise me...you'll be okay...." He mumbled out between short, sharp breaths and pants, the words laced with an undertone of pain, both physically and emotionally. 

"I'll be fine," 

He managed to smile through the pained expression on his face and the tears on his cheeks "I love you, Ji." He mumbled, then the smile faded along with whatever little energy he had left and he slumped onto the ground in a heap.

Right at that moment, the door to the room suddenly got kicked open and Minho stood there in the doorway, panting heavily and covered in blood. He took in the sight of Jisung sitting quietly on the ground in front of his father's body and he had an almost feral look in his eyes as he slowly stalked over to him.

tears were falling even though his eyes were emotionless, Jisung had no idea what he was supposed to feel. 

Minho slowly walked over to him and crouched down in front of him. His expression was darkened, he seemed almost sinister at this very moment. He slowly reached a hand up and held his chin, lifting his head up before he leaned down and gently placed a single kiss on his lips then murmured in a low tone.

"...Are you hurt, darling? Did he hurt you?" Jisung shook his head. Trying to form a sentence,    "n-no.." he stuttered, "h-he said sorry-" 

"Sorry, huh? That's all he said? Sorry is supposed to cover the abuse he put you through for years?"

He asked his tone sounded mocking and cold, he was making it clear that he hated the man that laid dead on the floor. 

He picked Jisung up, he hugged him gently even though he was covered in blood, "don't worry, pretty, i'll take great care of you, I won't abuse you like he did." Minho whispered. He kissed Jisung again. 

"don't waste your tears on a bad person."

A/N:i did nawt dissappear for 5 months. If ya'll want a smut lmk. This was kinda shit. Thanks for reading. (didn't check grammar)