Hellhounds || Chanminsung ✔️

23

The three of us sit in a cab, heading to my hometown of Incheon. We only have about ten minutes till we're there. My nerves, of course, were through the fucking roof.

I definitely didn't argue when Chan made me take my meds. My stomach churned at the thought of what might happen later on.

Would I be forced to leave early? Would they hate them? Or maybe even the other way around? I grab Chan's hand, holding onto it tightly. I knew both of them could hear how fast my heart was beating.

"Hey, take a couple deep breaths. It's going to be okay," Minho reassures, letting his hand travel until it was rubbing my thigh gently.

Instead of listening, I held my breath. I could hear my heart beat in my ears quicken until finally, it began to slow.

"Stop that," Chan demanded, frowning.

Once I let go, my heart beat quickened again, frightened from suffocating. I was able to take in heavier breaths. For some reason, doing this helped me calm down. It helped me breathe easier because it forced me to stay alive.

After taking those big breaths, my heart beat regulated, and I was okay again. Damn, maybe I should do that more often. Don't, because they will literally kill you. Eh, the worst I'll get is a punishment. And you want that?? Maybe.

The car slows to a stop right in front of my parent's house. Fuck, here we go. Also, I truly feel like Chan and Minho are my service dogs. Just putting that out there.

"Thank you." I hand him the money, waiting for Minho to exit the car so I could get out.

Chan set a hand on my lower back while Minho grasped my hand loosely. Oh god, oh god, oh god. My grip on Minho's hand tightened, and I waved my other out in the air for Chan's.

"Oh my god," I stare at the cast. "What am I supposed to tell them about this?"

"You slipped while we were at a restaurant and landed on it. Just breathe. It's okay."

"I'm trying."

I take steps up my parent's sidewalk, letting go of the boys' hands. The house was familiar. It was my childhood home. Unfortunately, standing here in my yard made me feel a certain way toward it. A negative way. All because of the way I want to love.

I knock on the door three times, waiting patiently for one of my parents to come let us in. I chew on my lip, doing small habits to keep my mind occupied. My hands are folded in front of me, keeping them from spazzing out.

I hear a lock click, and my heart jumps to my throat. The door opens, revealing my mom, my dad right behind her.

"Oh, my honey," she squeals, leaning forward to pull me down into a hug. "I'm so happy you're here."

"Hi, mom," I reply, smiling and looking at my dad. He... he made eye contact with me before looking away. "Hey, dad."

He nods at me, glancing up at my boyfriends.

"Come in, come in. Introduce us," she beams. I didn't expect her to be so happy.

What changed? Why was she acting like this? Why did my dad look like he had no part of her plan? Why did he give me that look?

We follow her inside. Wow, it hasn't changed much, besides some furniture movement. Oh, wait, they painted the walls too.

"So... this is Chan," I speak, setting my hand on his arm and rubbing it. I look over to Minho, smiling softly. "And this is Minho. These two are... my boyfriends."

"Nice to meet you both." Greeting them with words, she takes both of their hands and pats them separately, as if she was confirming that they were a good choice. "Such handsome men, Jisungie. And what happened to your hand? Are you alright?"

"It's a long story, mom."

"We'll talk more over dinner. It's already at the table."

I look to the boys, seeing their nervous faces when food is mentioned. We didn't even think about it. All we talked about was meeting them, not eating with them.