Sehun sighed as he tugged the blankets tighter around him. The phone pressed to his ear did very little to block out the yelling of his parents down the stairs. The voice was warm and soft in his ear, but it calmed him just to hear it. “How bad is it?”
“I haven’t heard any plates tonight.”
After a moment the older man asked, “He didn’t touch you tonight did he?”
Sehun glanced at the bruise forming on his wrist. He thought about lying, but he knew Jinki hated it. “Just grabbed my wrist a little too hard.”
He tried to sound happy on the phone. “It doesn’t hurt at all I promise.”
There was soft noises through the phone, papers flipping over, chairs scoffing in the floor. “Baby I just want to take you away… to be there. I hate not seeing you.”
Sehun licked his lips before sitting up. He stared at the bag packed underneath his desk as he softly whispered, “Let’s runaway.”
Jinki chuckled, “When Baby?”
That made the other man pause, but his warm voice filtered through the phone, “Okay. Tomorrow night.”
“I love you too Sehun. Get some sleep.”
The next evening he was climbing out his window and down the wooden fence to jump down. Jinki was standing there next to his motorcycle, leather jacket zipped up and an extra helmet in his hand. There was a jacket laying on the seat. When Sehun stepped closer Jinki took his bag to put it in the various compartments of his big motorcycle before handing him the jacket. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling the helmet on the younger man.
The sound of the motorcycle revving up was drowned out by the screams and glass shattering within the home. Sehun just tightened his grip around Jinki and nuzzled his head into his broad back.
