Personal Rehab (Chapter 11)
Title: Personal Rehab
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: After promises are made and things seem to finally be perfect, Taemin suddenly disappears. But Minho knows that it can't be because of his own choice...
Taemin woke with a pleasant ache in his body, feeling warm from the love he and Minho made all night. “Mm, hyung, are you awake?” He rolled over and put his arms out to embrace the older, but the bed was empty. “Hyung?”
A weak moan came from the bathroom, then the sound of dry heaving and spitting into the toilet.
“Oh, hyung…” Taemin got up and brought the box of tissues from the nightstand. Minho was kneeling on the cold tile floor, holding onto the sides of the toilet while barely keeping his head up. “Are you having withdrawals?”
He answered with a slight nod.
“Poor hyung.” Taemin kissed his clammy forehead and brushed back his hair to tie it into a ponytail. “Hang in there, you’ll feel better soon.” He tried to cheer him up with gentle rubs on his back. “I’ll sit here with you, okay?”
“I’m sorry…” Minho groaned before getting sick again.
“Ani, nothing to be sorry about.” Taemin was happy despite Minho’s current condition. The promises they made to each other last night, both the spoken ones and the silent ones exchanged during love, were making him smile. He knew Minho would be smiling soon too once the poisons left his body for good. “Just get better quickly.” He kissed the older’s cheek for encouragement.
A heavy knock on the door to the apartment caught Taemin’s attention. What time was it, anyway? And why wouldn’t they just use the doorbell? “Be right back, hyung. Someone’s at the door.” Minho acknowledged his words with a mumble, probably ‘okay,’ Taemin thought.
The person knocked again impatiently. “Hold on!” Taemin yelled. He swung the door open quickly and looked the person over; he looked somewhat familiar, but the kind of familiar where you have no idea where you know them from. He was tall, a bit muscular, and dressed far too nicely for this time of morning. “Can I help you?”
Seunghyun raised his eyebrow. “You’re the one taking care of Minho?” He stifled a laugh.
Taemin was perplexed by the question. “Um, yeah… Are you a friend of his?” Then it hit him: something hard and heavy, right on the side of his head.
And then everything was black.
~*~
“Taemin,” Minho spoke loudly with much difficulty. “Who was it?” He wiped his mouth with the tissues Taemin had left beside him and stood on his wobbly legs. He listened for a response but the apartment was eerily quiet. “Taemin?”
He managed to walk into the hallway and held the walls for support. “Taemin!” He looked into the rooms, wondering why the hell he wasn’t answering him. “Where are you?”
His heart skipped uncomfortably when he saw the front door wide open. Something bad happened, something very bad.
~*~
“How cute,” Joon poked at Taemin’s neck just as the younger was waking up. “You think these marks mean you belong to him? You’re fucking mistaken, kid.”
“Nnh, where…” He squinted his eyes and looked around but his head was pounding. It hurt to try and see past the bright light shining on him, so he closed his eyes again. Who was even talking to him?
“You can do your interrogation later, idiot. For now, leave him alone.” Seunghyun rolled his eyes.
“No fair! You got to do all the fun work!” Joon stomped.
Seunghyun gave him the ‘oh please’ look. “I wouldn’t call it fun. It was too easy. It’s not like I had to wrestle him to the ground or anything.”
“Hmph,” Joon pouted his lips. “I would have made it fun.”
“Did you kidnap me?” Taemin was coherent again and realized he was bound to a chair.
Seunghyun stood and made his way over to Taemin before Joon had a chance to be obnoxious and ruin their plan. “No, we didn’t kidnap you.” He kneeled in front of the younger and held a rather large hunting knife, one that would slice him open with little effort. “A kidnapper would beat you and starve you.” He smiled charmingly, but to Taemin it was just terrifying. “But we won’t have to do those things as long as you’re a good boy.” He pressed the blunt side of the blade against Taemin’s thigh. “And you’re going to be a good boy, right?”
“W-why are you doing this?” Taemin squeaked, barely able to keep himself from shaking.
“Don’t you worry about that.” He smiled again. “Now as long as you promise to be good,” He spoke in a happy tone, as if negotiating with a child. “We can let you out of his uncomfortable chair and you can sit wherever you like. How does that sound?”
Taemin turned his face away from Seunghyun, refusing to play into his game. “I’ll just stay here.” He knew he would regret this later.
“Suit yourself.” He stood and turned away, tending to whatever it was previously.
“Are you stupid!?” Joon yelled. “You’d rather sit in that all day!? God, I don’t know what Minho sees in you!”
“Minho!” Taemin whimpered. “Is this about Minho!?”
“Nice, Joon. Nice.” Seunghyun threw the knife at him, intentionally missing him but coming pretty close. “Why do we always have a problem with you and your loud mouth?”
“Please, if this is about Minho, just leave him alone! Do whatever you want with me, just leave him alone!” Taemin pleaded.
“Really? Anything? Cut you up into tiny pieces and feed you to my dog?” Joon laughed. “Joon!” Seunghyun threatened. “Enough!”
He pointed to the door. “Leave.”
He scoffed and got up slowly, giving Taemin the death glare before leaving.
Taemin lowered his head and cried, afraid more for Minho than himself.
“Don’t cry kid, this will all be over as soon as Minho cooperates with us.” Seunghyun explained.
“Cooperates?” Taemin questioned. “What, does he owe you money or something? We could pay you, I’m sure!”
Seunghyun laughed while putting his feet up and lighting a pipe. “This isn’t about money.”
“Then what!? Whatever it is, we’ll help you! It doesn’t have to be like this.”
Seunghyun blew out a long puff of smoke and smiled. “I told you not to worry about it. Here, try some of this. It’ll help you relax.” He stood and brought the small glass pipe to Taemin’s lips, neglecting to tell him what it was filled with.
“No! I don’t want it!” Taemin turned his head, refusing.
“Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you weren’t good? Take it.” Seunghyun forced his head back and held Taemin’s nose closed so he was forced to breathe in through the pipe.
After a defiant minute of holding his breath, he was getting dizzy. Normally he could probably hold it longer, but he was nervous. Unwillingly, he took in the smallest breath possible and the taste was awful. He coughed it out as soon as Seunghyun let go of him and wheezed slightly from the sting in his lungs.
“Drugs aren’t so bad you know. They help people through a lot of things. Say you’re having a hard time with your parents, just go smoke a bit and you can escape to your own world for a while and forget about your problems. Marijuana speeds up your metabolism, so it helps dangerously underweight people gain weight. And also−”
“I don’t care.” Taemin growled.
“Hmm?” Seunghyun looked up. “Say something?”
“I don’t care how good you think this shit is.” He kept his head low. “It ruins people’s lives and those who love them as well.”
Seunghyun chuckled. “If that’s what you think, fine. But don’t force other people to think like you do. Especially my cousin.”
Taemin said nothing. He was feeling dizzy still from whatever Seunghyun made him take and decided to just close his eyes. Whatever awaited him when he opened them again would just have to be a surprise.
~*~
Minho had tried calling his cell, but when he rang from under the bed he started to panic more. He hadn’t taken anything with him, wherever he went; not his keys, not his bag, not even his shoes.
Twelve hours later with still no sign of him and he was at his wits end. No longer affected by the withdrawals, although they were still there, he paced nervously just waiting for some sign of hope.
Did he leave for Key’s place? No, that didn’t make sense. As far as he knew, the two were still mad at each other. And at least if Taemin were there, he would have said something.
Eighteen hours later. He was lying in bed, stirring impatiently, totally unable to sleep. Thankfully, the most wonderful, shrill ringing from his cell phone broke the awful silence of the apartment. He didn’t take one second to look at the caller ID before answering.
“Hello!?” He listened closely and heard the soft whimpers of Taemin on the other end.
“...Hyung…” He responded sadly.
“Baby, where are you!?” He sat up and held his chest, feeling as if his heart might jump out any second.
“I… I have something to say…” He sniffled. Seunghyun told him not to cry, but he was having an extremely hard time not doing that.
“What is it, Taemin-ah? I’m listening, hyung is here.” He touched the phone gently, hoping his touch would reach Taemin, wherever he was.
He let out a loud sob and pursed his lips. He had to do this or Seunghyun was going to hurt Minho, and he’d rather live with a broken heart than live knowing he was responsible for his lover’s death. “I don’t want to be together anymore…”
Minho felt his body go numb and everything around him turn absolutely silent. “…What?”
“Hyung!” He cried again. “Don’t make me say it again, please…”
Silent tears fell from Minho’s eyes, stinging his cheeks. “But… why? I don’t understand…”
“It’s not what you think…” Taemin promised. That wasn’t part of the script Seunghyun instructed but he couldn’t let Minho go like this. “I love you hyung.”
Taemin’s side hung up.
Minho sat still for an indiscriminate amount of time, trying to understand what Taemin was trying to tell him. How could I don’t want to be together anymore and It’s not what you think and I love you all be said so quickly.
Something wasn’t right.
~*~
“Yah, Taemin.” Joon let himself into the room the boy was being held.
The redhead didn’t reply; he defiantly faced the wall and remained in his protective curled-up position.
“Did you forget how to talk?” Joon asked sarcastically. “You know, I can make you talk if I wanted to...”
“What’s that supposed to mean.” Taemin groaned angrily; he was impatient with his captors, especially Joon. He was too arrogant for the idiot he was.
“It means I can make you talk if I wanted to, that’s all.” He answered confidently.
“Hmph.” Taemin griped, furrowing his eyebrows. He wasn’t afraid of Joon; not one bit. He considered him to be a coward. Anyone low enough to keep someone captive like this had to be one.
“Don’t believe me?” Joon chuckled. Before Taemin could react, Joon roughly grabbed his limbs and pinned him down onto the bed.
“Y-yah!” Taemin struggled, kicking his legs. “Let... me... GO!”
“Not now, little tease.” Joon slid his knee between Taemin’s legs to spread them open and brushed his crotch.
“Ahhn!” Taemin resisted as hard as he could, trying to compensate for his lack of strength versus the older. “Fuck you! Fuck YOU!” A scream ripped from his throat.
“Aww, what’s wrong?” Joon feigned. “I thought you couldn’t talk before.” He giggled over Taemin’s ear and nipped it sharply. “I guess I got you to talk, huh.”
“No!” Taemin sobbed, his face red from anger and disgust. “Get off of me you pervert!!” He tried kicking at Joon’s crotch but the older made his legs immobile by kneeling on his shins, pressing them to the point of pain. “Ahhh! It hurts!”
“It’s going to hurt worse if you don’t behave. Haven’t you learned this by now?” Joon tightened his grip on Taemin’s wrists, swelling his hands from the obstructed blood flow.
“I don’t care who you think you are, but you’re nobody to me! Nobody!” He sniffled. “And I don’t want your disgusting body touching mine!” He managed to loosen his hand from Joon’s grip and slapped him across the face as hard as he could. He stared in fear as Joon gradually turned his head to face Taemin again.
“You are really feeling brave today, aren’t you?” He asked impatiently. “Oh, I get it. Only Minho has taken you, is that right?”
“Fuck off.” Taemin turned his head and occasionally tried to struggle, but only earned himself a knee to the gut.
“Don’t be rude Taemin. I don’t want to have to drug you.” Joon removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes.
His eyes widened and he began to sweat. “Drug me?” His voice cracked just slightly. “No please, I don’t want to do this...” He realized what was about to happen and knew he wouldn’t be strong enough to stop it; he’d be raped if he didn’t do something though.
“Wow, your attitude sure changed quickly.” Joon laughed and assaulted Taemin’s neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking almost violently. “So are you going to be good now?” He lifted Taemin’s shirt up and over his head and clawed at his thin frame.
The younger cringed and tried his best to ignore the intrusive, unwelcome touches by shutting his eyes tightly. His whimpers of fear only seemed to make Joon want more.
“Yah!” Seunghyun opened the door forcefully after hearing cries. “What the fuck are you doing now!?”
Joon completely backed off and smirked innocently. “He was begging for it, little slut.”
Seunghyun looked to Taemin and noted his teary eyes and wet cheeks. “Get the fuck out. If you touch him again, I’m going to cut your dick off! Do you fucking understand!? You’re like a goddamn puppy, Joon! Do I really have to supervise you like this!?”
“Tch, fine.” He pushed past Seunghyun and groaned angrily.
Without another word, Taemin was left alone again. He heard the door lock from the outside this time and was somewhat thankful for it. Halfway disrobed, he curled into the tightest ball he could make and cried. He felt incredibly dirty and ashamed to betray Minho. Albeit it wasn’t he fault, his body was violated.
He hoped Minho would forgive him for this someday...
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a/n: if there are any typos / grammar errors, please let me know.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: 2Min
Summary: After promises are made and things seem to finally be perfect, Taemin suddenly disappears. But Minho knows that it can't be because of his own choice...
Taemin woke with a pleasant ache in his body, feeling warm from the love he and Minho made all night. “Mm, hyung, are you awake?” He rolled over and put his arms out to embrace the older, but the bed was empty. “Hyung?”
A weak moan came from the bathroom, then the sound of dry heaving and spitting into the toilet.
“Oh, hyung…” Taemin got up and brought the box of tissues from the nightstand. Minho was kneeling on the cold tile floor, holding onto the sides of the toilet while barely keeping his head up. “Are you having withdrawals?”
He answered with a slight nod.
“Poor hyung.” Taemin kissed his clammy forehead and brushed back his hair to tie it into a ponytail. “Hang in there, you’ll feel better soon.” He tried to cheer him up with gentle rubs on his back. “I’ll sit here with you, okay?”
“I’m sorry…” Minho groaned before getting sick again.
“Ani, nothing to be sorry about.” Taemin was happy despite Minho’s current condition. The promises they made to each other last night, both the spoken ones and the silent ones exchanged during love, were making him smile. He knew Minho would be smiling soon too once the poisons left his body for good. “Just get better quickly.” He kissed the older’s cheek for encouragement.
A heavy knock on the door to the apartment caught Taemin’s attention. What time was it, anyway? And why wouldn’t they just use the doorbell? “Be right back, hyung. Someone’s at the door.” Minho acknowledged his words with a mumble, probably ‘okay,’ Taemin thought.
The person knocked again impatiently. “Hold on!” Taemin yelled. He swung the door open quickly and looked the person over; he looked somewhat familiar, but the kind of familiar where you have no idea where you know them from. He was tall, a bit muscular, and dressed far too nicely for this time of morning. “Can I help you?”
Seunghyun raised his eyebrow. “You’re the one taking care of Minho?” He stifled a laugh.
Taemin was perplexed by the question. “Um, yeah… Are you a friend of his?” Then it hit him: something hard and heavy, right on the side of his head.
And then everything was black.
~*~
“Taemin,” Minho spoke loudly with much difficulty. “Who was it?” He wiped his mouth with the tissues Taemin had left beside him and stood on his wobbly legs. He listened for a response but the apartment was eerily quiet. “Taemin?”
He managed to walk into the hallway and held the walls for support. “Taemin!” He looked into the rooms, wondering why the hell he wasn’t answering him. “Where are you?”
His heart skipped uncomfortably when he saw the front door wide open. Something bad happened, something very bad.
~*~
“How cute,” Joon poked at Taemin’s neck just as the younger was waking up. “You think these marks mean you belong to him? You’re fucking mistaken, kid.”
“Nnh, where…” He squinted his eyes and looked around but his head was pounding. It hurt to try and see past the bright light shining on him, so he closed his eyes again. Who was even talking to him?
“You can do your interrogation later, idiot. For now, leave him alone.” Seunghyun rolled his eyes.
“No fair! You got to do all the fun work!” Joon stomped.
Seunghyun gave him the ‘oh please’ look. “I wouldn’t call it fun. It was too easy. It’s not like I had to wrestle him to the ground or anything.”
“Hmph,” Joon pouted his lips. “I would have made it fun.”
“Did you kidnap me?” Taemin was coherent again and realized he was bound to a chair.
Seunghyun stood and made his way over to Taemin before Joon had a chance to be obnoxious and ruin their plan. “No, we didn’t kidnap you.” He kneeled in front of the younger and held a rather large hunting knife, one that would slice him open with little effort. “A kidnapper would beat you and starve you.” He smiled charmingly, but to Taemin it was just terrifying. “But we won’t have to do those things as long as you’re a good boy.” He pressed the blunt side of the blade against Taemin’s thigh. “And you’re going to be a good boy, right?”
“W-why are you doing this?” Taemin squeaked, barely able to keep himself from shaking.
“Don’t you worry about that.” He smiled again. “Now as long as you promise to be good,” He spoke in a happy tone, as if negotiating with a child. “We can let you out of his uncomfortable chair and you can sit wherever you like. How does that sound?”
Taemin turned his face away from Seunghyun, refusing to play into his game. “I’ll just stay here.” He knew he would regret this later.
“Suit yourself.” He stood and turned away, tending to whatever it was previously.
“Are you stupid!?” Joon yelled. “You’d rather sit in that all day!? God, I don’t know what Minho sees in you!”
“Minho!” Taemin whimpered. “Is this about Minho!?”
“Nice, Joon. Nice.” Seunghyun threw the knife at him, intentionally missing him but coming pretty close. “Why do we always have a problem with you and your loud mouth?”
“Please, if this is about Minho, just leave him alone! Do whatever you want with me, just leave him alone!” Taemin pleaded.
“Really? Anything? Cut you up into tiny pieces and feed you to my dog?” Joon laughed. “Joon!” Seunghyun threatened. “Enough!”
He pointed to the door. “Leave.”
He scoffed and got up slowly, giving Taemin the death glare before leaving.
Taemin lowered his head and cried, afraid more for Minho than himself.
“Don’t cry kid, this will all be over as soon as Minho cooperates with us.” Seunghyun explained.
“Cooperates?” Taemin questioned. “What, does he owe you money or something? We could pay you, I’m sure!”
Seunghyun laughed while putting his feet up and lighting a pipe. “This isn’t about money.”
“Then what!? Whatever it is, we’ll help you! It doesn’t have to be like this.”
Seunghyun blew out a long puff of smoke and smiled. “I told you not to worry about it. Here, try some of this. It’ll help you relax.” He stood and brought the small glass pipe to Taemin’s lips, neglecting to tell him what it was filled with.
“No! I don’t want it!” Taemin turned his head, refusing.
“Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you weren’t good? Take it.” Seunghyun forced his head back and held Taemin’s nose closed so he was forced to breathe in through the pipe.
After a defiant minute of holding his breath, he was getting dizzy. Normally he could probably hold it longer, but he was nervous. Unwillingly, he took in the smallest breath possible and the taste was awful. He coughed it out as soon as Seunghyun let go of him and wheezed slightly from the sting in his lungs.
“Drugs aren’t so bad you know. They help people through a lot of things. Say you’re having a hard time with your parents, just go smoke a bit and you can escape to your own world for a while and forget about your problems. Marijuana speeds up your metabolism, so it helps dangerously underweight people gain weight. And also−”
“I don’t care.” Taemin growled.
“Hmm?” Seunghyun looked up. “Say something?”
“I don’t care how good you think this shit is.” He kept his head low. “It ruins people’s lives and those who love them as well.”
Seunghyun chuckled. “If that’s what you think, fine. But don’t force other people to think like you do. Especially my cousin.”
Taemin said nothing. He was feeling dizzy still from whatever Seunghyun made him take and decided to just close his eyes. Whatever awaited him when he opened them again would just have to be a surprise.
~*~
Minho had tried calling his cell, but when he rang from under the bed he started to panic more. He hadn’t taken anything with him, wherever he went; not his keys, not his bag, not even his shoes.
Twelve hours later with still no sign of him and he was at his wits end. No longer affected by the withdrawals, although they were still there, he paced nervously just waiting for some sign of hope.
Did he leave for Key’s place? No, that didn’t make sense. As far as he knew, the two were still mad at each other. And at least if Taemin were there, he would have said something.
Eighteen hours later. He was lying in bed, stirring impatiently, totally unable to sleep. Thankfully, the most wonderful, shrill ringing from his cell phone broke the awful silence of the apartment. He didn’t take one second to look at the caller ID before answering.
“Hello!?” He listened closely and heard the soft whimpers of Taemin on the other end.
“...Hyung…” He responded sadly.
“Baby, where are you!?” He sat up and held his chest, feeling as if his heart might jump out any second.
“I… I have something to say…” He sniffled. Seunghyun told him not to cry, but he was having an extremely hard time not doing that.
“What is it, Taemin-ah? I’m listening, hyung is here.” He touched the phone gently, hoping his touch would reach Taemin, wherever he was.
He let out a loud sob and pursed his lips. He had to do this or Seunghyun was going to hurt Minho, and he’d rather live with a broken heart than live knowing he was responsible for his lover’s death. “I don’t want to be together anymore…”
Minho felt his body go numb and everything around him turn absolutely silent. “…What?”
“Hyung!” He cried again. “Don’t make me say it again, please…”
Silent tears fell from Minho’s eyes, stinging his cheeks. “But… why? I don’t understand…”
“It’s not what you think…” Taemin promised. That wasn’t part of the script Seunghyun instructed but he couldn’t let Minho go like this. “I love you hyung.”
Taemin’s side hung up.
Minho sat still for an indiscriminate amount of time, trying to understand what Taemin was trying to tell him. How could I don’t want to be together anymore and It’s not what you think and I love you all be said so quickly.
Something wasn’t right.
~*~
“Yah, Taemin.” Joon let himself into the room the boy was being held.
The redhead didn’t reply; he defiantly faced the wall and remained in his protective curled-up position.
“Did you forget how to talk?” Joon asked sarcastically. “You know, I can make you talk if I wanted to...”
“What’s that supposed to mean.” Taemin groaned angrily; he was impatient with his captors, especially Joon. He was too arrogant for the idiot he was.
“It means I can make you talk if I wanted to, that’s all.” He answered confidently.
“Hmph.” Taemin griped, furrowing his eyebrows. He wasn’t afraid of Joon; not one bit. He considered him to be a coward. Anyone low enough to keep someone captive like this had to be one.
“Don’t believe me?” Joon chuckled. Before Taemin could react, Joon roughly grabbed his limbs and pinned him down onto the bed.
“Y-yah!” Taemin struggled, kicking his legs. “Let... me... GO!”
“Not now, little tease.” Joon slid his knee between Taemin’s legs to spread them open and brushed his crotch.
“Ahhn!” Taemin resisted as hard as he could, trying to compensate for his lack of strength versus the older. “Fuck you! Fuck YOU!” A scream ripped from his throat.
“Aww, what’s wrong?” Joon feigned. “I thought you couldn’t talk before.” He giggled over Taemin’s ear and nipped it sharply. “I guess I got you to talk, huh.”
“No!” Taemin sobbed, his face red from anger and disgust. “Get off of me you pervert!!” He tried kicking at Joon’s crotch but the older made his legs immobile by kneeling on his shins, pressing them to the point of pain. “Ahhh! It hurts!”
“It’s going to hurt worse if you don’t behave. Haven’t you learned this by now?” Joon tightened his grip on Taemin’s wrists, swelling his hands from the obstructed blood flow.
“I don’t care who you think you are, but you’re nobody to me! Nobody!” He sniffled. “And I don’t want your disgusting body touching mine!” He managed to loosen his hand from Joon’s grip and slapped him across the face as hard as he could. He stared in fear as Joon gradually turned his head to face Taemin again.
“You are really feeling brave today, aren’t you?” He asked impatiently. “Oh, I get it. Only Minho has taken you, is that right?”
“Fuck off.” Taemin turned his head and occasionally tried to struggle, but only earned himself a knee to the gut.
“Don’t be rude Taemin. I don’t want to have to drug you.” Joon removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes.
His eyes widened and he began to sweat. “Drug me?” His voice cracked just slightly. “No please, I don’t want to do this...” He realized what was about to happen and knew he wouldn’t be strong enough to stop it; he’d be raped if he didn’t do something though.
“Wow, your attitude sure changed quickly.” Joon laughed and assaulted Taemin’s neck with his mouth, nipping and sucking almost violently. “So are you going to be good now?” He lifted Taemin’s shirt up and over his head and clawed at his thin frame.
The younger cringed and tried his best to ignore the intrusive, unwelcome touches by shutting his eyes tightly. His whimpers of fear only seemed to make Joon want more.
“Yah!” Seunghyun opened the door forcefully after hearing cries. “What the fuck are you doing now!?”
Joon completely backed off and smirked innocently. “He was begging for it, little slut.”
Seunghyun looked to Taemin and noted his teary eyes and wet cheeks. “Get the fuck out. If you touch him again, I’m going to cut your dick off! Do you fucking understand!? You’re like a goddamn puppy, Joon! Do I really have to supervise you like this!?”
“Tch, fine.” He pushed past Seunghyun and groaned angrily.
Without another word, Taemin was left alone again. He heard the door lock from the outside this time and was somewhat thankful for it. Halfway disrobed, he curled into the tightest ball he could make and cried. He felt incredibly dirty and ashamed to betray Minho. Albeit it wasn’t he fault, his body was violated.
He hoped Minho would forgive him for this someday...
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a/n: if there are any typos / grammar errors, please let me know.