Hellhounds || Chanminsung ✔️

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"Woo!" I shout, throwing my pencil down on my desk. "Fuck you! Never again. I hate college, but I just kicked it's ass. Haha, suck it."

"What are you yelling about?" Chan opens the door, slightly glaring from me being so loud.

"I finished my essay for that one class that everyone hates. Fourteen pages long, cited and dated. I'm so tired, oh, my god," I laugh, leaning back in my chair.

He smiles at me, coming over to hug my shoulders from behind. He looks through my computer, skimming it quickly. I only had a pencil because I had a paper checklist. I'm very forgetful. I need that shit.

"Looks good, baby. You can take a nap, if you'd like. No more classes for the week. You're finished with your homework. It's barely three yet. You deserve it," he kisses my cheek, letting me go.

"Thanks, pup. I think I'll put on a movie in the living room. What were you up to anyway?" I question, turning in the paper and closing my laptop.

"Reading through the spell-book again. Some of them are weird. Why would I need to turn someone into a frog? Makes no sense."

I giggle, shrugging. "You could give Changbin a lesson. He sure needs to be put in his place sometimes. He's a little shit."

Chan grins, "true. I'll have to look at it again."

"Where's our sunshine? He asleep?"

"Mhm. He's so beautiful when he sleeps. Peaceful, definitely." Chan's eyes shift to space; I could tell he was thinking about Minho. He had adoration in his eyes. The way they sparkled said everything.

"Let's go watch a movie," I say softly. "You can read while I hold you. He'll wake up soon enough, so he can join."

He hums, grasping my hand gently and pulling me up. I follow behind him to the living room. He grabs his book as I sit down. I lay against the couch arm, opening my arms. He dives between my legs, curling up against my chest.

My precious.

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The movie hits the climax where the villain and hero meet for their final battle. My eyelids keep drooping. I was exhausted from working my brain so much earlier. School sucks sometimes.

Loud, slow footsteps behind us make me jump. I turn my head, watching Minho come into view. He was drenched in sweat. His face was pale with flushed up cheeks. He was breathing heavily, holding onto the wall for support.

"Oh, god!" I shout, pulling myself away from Chan. When I reach his side, I hold up my hands to help, but he grabs my wrist harshly. "Ow, Minho! What's wrong?"

He tugs me forward, forcing our lips and teeth to clash. I squeal, my breath locking in my throat. He practically pries open my mouth, dominating me easily. I try pushing myself away, a slight fear building inside.

Chan grabs me away, holding me against his chest. Anger is present on his face. "What the hell is wrong with you! What's wrong?"

Minho tries to grab me back, but I dodge his hand. "Minho, stop it! Answer us."

"I-... I don't know," he breaths out, falling back into the wall. His eyes close, sweating dripping off of his nose. "I need you. I need you. I-I need you now, please. Please. Help me."

"I don't understand-"

He opens his eyes. His pupils were blown wide. He looked like he had taken drugs, but he wouldn't have done that. The way he looked at me... the lids were low and captivating.

I look up at Chan, wondering if he knew anything about this. Either way, I needed to help my boyfriend. "Okay, I'll help you."

"Jisung, you don't have to," Chan whispers.

"I want to. He needs me. You'd do the same thing for me. I'll be okay. Try looking it up if you don't know what's going on."

"I do know what's going on."

"You do?"

"Jisung," Minho breathes out. I look over, watching him just fall apart.

"I'll be okay, Chan. Come on, let's go," I grasp Minho's arm, helping him back to the bedroom.

This was going to be a long night.