Hellhounds || Chanminsung ✔️

7

I slide down to the floor, tucking my legs to my chest. Maybe I got through to her this time. The first time we talked about it, she barely let me talk and when I did, I wasn't prepared with my answers.

What if they never accepted this? What if I couldn't help them understand? They weren't even trying to.

"Peach, are you okay?" Chan asks, kneeling next to me.

I nod, laying my head back against the bed. "Just stressed."

Why do I always minimalism my issues? It didn't make sense. If my pups were my safe place, why couldn't I let them in?

"What are you thinking, hm?" His finger hooks under my chin, making me look at him.

A sharp breath escapes me, a pout settling on my face. I shake my head, scooting forward to rest my face in his neck. It seemed like he was the only unproblematic one of us three.

A body joins us in the embrace, warmth covering us. It was nice. Safe. Better with three. I don't know how I would ever live without them.

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"It's time."

My stomach clenches, anxiety pooling at my feet. "Where are you meeting them?"

"An abandoned building out a ways." He rubbed his arm sheepishly, knowing he messed up. Now, he had to pay the price for it.

"Are you going to be able to get back? What if it's too rough and you have no strength?"

"Chan will know where I am. He can get me if I call. I'll be okay, though." That's what he thought. He hoped to try and reassure us, but all three of us knew it was a lie. "I have to go. I love you both."

He pulls me into an embrace, letting my tears soak into his shirt. Chan comes around us like our protector. I didn't want this to be real. Sometimes I wished they were human, but then I realized that humans were just as ruthless.

-

It had been hours. I was tucked away in Chan's side. He was keeping me grounded, making sure I didn't spiral into an attack. We tried focusing on other things like cleaning or my homework that I got from Hyunjin, but it didn't work. We would just end up sitting on the couch, staring at nothing.

My insides churned at the thought of Minho getting tortured. It was too hard not to picture. Him laying on a table or the ground. Blood seeping out of him in random places. Tears in his eyes from the pain.

The other demons enjoying it.

"Hey," Chan calls, letting me escape my mind. "Drink some water. You're pale."

He holds a bottle up to my lips, having to forcefully open my mouth because everything felt numb. I quickly drink it down, the burning in my throat easing up.

Chan's phone rings just then and he sets the bottle down quickly, almost knocking it over.

"Hello?" He stumbles with his words even though it was just one.

There was nothing on the other end except heavy breathing and slight sobbing.

"I'm on my way."

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