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45 Minho didn't remember falling asleep. He opened his eyes, feeling like lots of tiny people were doing some serious construction in his head. He sat up, looking around his cell, which was as cell-like as ever. He looked at the bars, wondering how many people had passed by, seeing him stuck in here like he was some criminal... Something about this whole ordeal hurt his pride, maybe more than it should.
But, he realized. Onew is okay. He could feel it. Did that mean Onew would come for him soon? He wished he had some way of knowing what time it was... hell, he wished for a lot more than that.
He wished that the cot he was in was his bed. He wished that Onew was underneath it, sleeping peacefully.
He could lie there and wish all day, but it wouldn't fix anything. Then again, pacing around his cell wouldn't either.
He sat up, and started combing his fingers through his hair. Because he should at least look good for, well, the nobody that was around.
Why couldn't he be back to worrying about the weather?
His cell door squeaked open, and that cute faced man stepped inside. Minho's heart leapt as he looked at him, asking, "Is Onew here?"
The vampire gave him a smile, amused, but he shook his head. "No. Onew won't be coming for you here."
".. Why?"
"That's what I came to talk to you about, human. You deserve to understand your fate afterall."
"Minho.."
"Pardon?"
"My name." Minho said, quiet.
"That's right." The vampire smiled, and Minho hated how friendly he looked. "Minho, you can call me Nichkhun." He sat down next to Minho on the cot.
Minho bowed his head, but didn't say a word.
"Onew, I imagine, didn't tell you much about The Council..."
"I haven't known him for long."
"Then.."
"He's told me nothing." Minho cringed, hearing the bitterness in his tone. He wished he had masked that. He wanted to be faithful to Onew now. He felt very much like he needed to be.
"I was afraid of that." Nichkhun said, his smile becoming a bit sad. "There are very important rules. For vampires, and for humans they're bonded to. Onew... continuously breaks those rules."
"You think he's some sort of criminal." Minho guessed.
"He is some sort of criminal." Nichkhun looked stern. "His selfishness has put countless lives at stake.."
"He's not a bad person." Minho said quickly, "I know that."
Nichkhun laughed softly, and put a cold hand against Minho's cheek. Minho hated how good it felt, how it seemed to make his headache melt away. "You're bonded to him," Nichkhun said, "Of course you see the good in him. Don't worry, Minho. If someone else bonds with you, your bond with him will be broken. You can belong to a truly good vampire."
Minho frowned, wondering why Onew failed to mention that option before. Nichkhun seemed to interpret that frown as Minho's acceptance, that Onew wasn't who he'd thought.
"There, there." Nichkhun said with a smile, moving his hand to pat Minho's head. "There's already quite a lot of interest in you. I believe you'll do well at auction."
"Auction?" Minho asked, eyes wide. "You're going to auction me off? Like I'm a thing?"
Nichkhun laughed humorlessly, "Minho. You're a human."
"And the person who buys me will--"
"Use you however you want." Nichkhun answered, standing up. "There's a very good possibility that they'll bond to you, and then.."
"I belong to Onew." Minho said, voice shaking with frustration and fear. "If I am a thing, I'm his thing, you can't just take me from him. I'm Onew's.", he added, "And he's mine."
For the first time, Nichkhun's face looked evil when he smiled at Minho. "If Onew is yours... then why isn't he here with you?" he chuckled darkly, closing the cell's door after he stepped out of it.
Minho gripped the cot's thin sheets, looking down at himself to find he was trembling. "Onew..." he said softly out loud, tears gathering in his eyes.
"Pssssssttttt." someone said, and Minho looked to the bars to see Krystal's familiar face peeking through. "Minho. You okay in there?"
Minho was not going to cry in front of a girl, not in a million years. He straightened up, trying to get a grip on himself. "They're trying to sell me."
"I heard." Krystal said, but gave him the slightest smile. "Jessica might be able to buy you. She says she likes that you'll owe her and all." she rolled her eyes, as if to say "ohhh my silly vampire~."
".... She just met me." Minho said.
"Jessica buys humans all the time." Krystal said excitedly, and then sounded not so excited. "Well, she usually, um, doesn't let them go or anything but..."
"She buys humans all the time?" Minho questioned, "And you're okay with this?"
"Of course I am," Krystal said, "I'm her only bonded."
Minho stared at her, in disbelief that she'd completely missed the point.
Krystal grinned, "But don't worry. I've put in a good word for you and all. If you're affordable, then we'll save you."
Affordable. Why was the word 'affordable' being used on him? He was a person.
He felt sick.
"Just hang in there, Minho." Krystal looked both ways, "I have to go. I'll see you at auction."
As she rushed off, Minho let the tears return to his eyes, sure he couldn't handle all of this for much longer without a break down.
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Oh yes! You must realize that Nichkhun (and Taecyeon from the earlier part) are inspired by none other than the 2PM members. Crossovers are so trickyyy. But I hope you enjoy!