Minho X Jisung

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The wind was blowing cold, hitting his tear stained cheeks. The wetness on his skin let him feel the wind as twice as cold as it was in reality, but did he care? No.

The boy was shivering as he stood outside in the cold air of the night. His surroundings were dark. The only sound that reached his ears was the water underneath him, and his heart beating vigorously in his ribcage.

His feet balanced on top of the edge, dangerously close to falling off. The bridge was abandoned, not having had any other visitors the whole night.

The boy looked down, not seeing anything but the blury shapes of the waves forming and deforming in the water. His breath was calm, but shivering. His arms were folded tightly across his chest to keep the little bit of warmth he had left in his body inside.

The boy silently sniffed as his eyes followed the movemts of the currents moving the water forwards. He wasn't sure if this was what he wanted. All he knew was that he couldn't go back to what once was his home. Not after his mother remarried, bringing his abusive stepfather into his life.

The man never let the boy go unharmed, no matter what had happened. If he made them dinner he'd get starved. If he came home late he'd get locked in the basement until his stepfather decided to let him out a couple of days later.

If he failed a test he'd get beaten. If he stood up for his mother when her husband hurt her, his stepfather would slice up his skin until he was satisfied with the amount of painful and heartbreaking cries that had left the boy's throat.

The boy had been standing in the same spot for a while, wondering what to do with his life. Could he even call it a life? His days consisted of tears, torture, domestic violence and hearing his mother scream through the house.

He wanted so badly just to end it all, but could he really just leave his mother like that? Leave her alone with that monster he was forced into calling his father. Could he leave this world, knowing it all would make his mother's life 10 times worse?

"Hey." A careful voice said from behind the boy.

The boy didn't bother to turn around. He wanted the person behind him to bring him away from his suicidal thoughts and this tempting bridge, but he didn't want to face the consequences of an attempted suicide, let alone have his mother and stepfather find out about it.

"Hey, can you hear me?" A voice said.

It wasn't the same voice as before.

The boy nodded his head, still not turning around.

"Can you please come down from there?" The first voice asked, still sounding soft.

The boy standing on top of the bridge railing slowly nodded his head. The boys behind him waited patiently for him to come down, but he didn't move.

One of the boys slowly walked up to him, hesitant to touch him.

"I'm going to grab your body and lift you down from the railing now. Is that ok?" The second voice asked, a slight tremble audible in his voice.

The boy on the railing nodded his head, still not looking back. He felt a warm pair of hands on each side of his waist, holding him tightly yet softly not to injure him.

The owner of the second voice slowly lifted the boy up from the railing and moved his body to place him down onto the ground in front of him.

The owner of the second voice didn't let go of the smaller boy's sides. He held him close, yet keeping a respectful distance between their bodies.

"Can you please tell me your name?" The owner of the first voice asked while stepping in front of the silently crying boy.

The boy kept his gaze low still, looking at the shoes in front of him.

"Jisung." The boy silently whispered.

No one would have heard if it wasn't for thir eerily quiet surroundings.

"Ok, Jisung. My name is Woojin." The owner of the first voice said, still sounding secure and soft.

Jisung nodded his head, still not looking at Woojin's face.

"Jisung, can you please look me in the eyes?" Woojin asked in a soft voice.

Jisung slowly lifted his head to meet Woojin's eyes. The boy in front of him looked like he was a couple of years older, having broad shoulders and sharp features.

"Great. Thank you Jisung." Woojin said while smiling softly.

Jisung didn't do anything but looking at the taller boy. Woojin noticed how Jisung seemed to be studying his features, taking it all in. The elder decided to give Jisung some time to take it all in before spekaing again.

"Jisung. These are my friends." Woojin eventually said while pointing to the side.

Jisung turned his head, to look at Woojin's friends. He was surprised to see 5 guys standing beside them. He hadn't even noticed them all.

"This is Seungmin, Hyunjin, Jeongin, Chan and Felix. The one behind you is Minho." Woojin said while pointing towards everyone.

Jisung turned around, seeing a boy behind him as well. As Jisung turned around he noticed that he had a pair of hands attached to his hips still. He hadn't even noticed. Jisung looked down, seeing how Minho's hands were glued to his figure.

Minho softly moved his hands up and down Jisung's sides to calm him down. The younger relaxed into the soft and unfamiliar feeling of someone touching him lovingly. He took a step back, ending up only a few inches away form Minho.

Minho slowly brought his arms to lay around Jisung's body, hugging him from behind. Jisung slowly placed his hands onto Minho's clutching them like his life depended on it.

"Do you want us to take you home, Jisung?" Minho asked.

Jisung mentally identified Minho as the owner of the second voice. The squirrel shook his head while looking back down.

"Do you want to come with us?" Minho asked while securely intertwining his and Jisung's fingers.

"I'm fine. I'll just go to Binnie's place." Jisung said in a raspy and tired voice.

"Who is binnie?" Chan asked, stepping closer to the younger boy in Minho's arms.

"My friend." Jisung answered in a whisper.

"Do you want us to take you there? Where does he live?" Woojin asked in his incredibly soft voice.

"About an hour away, mabye more." Jisung silently answered, fiddling with Minho's fingers as he did.

"Jisung, we're not gonna let you walk around alone in the middle of the night, ok? Will you please come home with us? We can call your friend over in the morning." Woojin said.

Jisung nodded his head and let the group of boys lead him towards two black cars. Minho's hands never let go of his figure, afraid of what might happen if he did.