The Three Worst Secrets

More Than One Mistake

"Okay here we are."

Minho was leaning against someone, and a bright light switched on, blinding him.

"Ah."

"Can you help me up the stairs Minnie?"

The voice was nice, familiar. He made his legs move, stepping slowly up with the body beside him.

"Where are we?"

"The guest house."

He was released into a cushiony surface and woke sometime later to a cold glass in his hand.

"Drink some water Min."

"Jinnie?"

"Yes, can you drink?"

"I don't know."

"Try for me angel."

He was helped as he tilted the glass up and back. After the first couple of gulps he realized how thirsty he was and finished off the entire thing.

"There we go. I want to get you out of this jacket. Do you want to borrow some of my pajamas?"

There was some reason he wasn't supposed to get undressed that he couldn't remember, and it didn't have anything to do with the taller boy liking him.

"Uh..."

"They're really comfortable."

"Mmm..."

Hands on his jeans, dragging them down. He noticed the other hesitate after they were pulled off, and shifted his legs self-consciously, feeling large and ugly.

"Oh God what are you doing Hyunjin?" the dancer huffed, speaking to himself. "This was... yeah this was stupid."

"What happened?"

"My brain. My brain happened to think of some interesting scenarios. Lift your arms."

It was halfway up his chest when the image of his black bicep resurfaced in his mind.

"Nuh-no."

"Don't worry I won't let you forget this precious hoodie."

"Jinnie stop, stop." It was over his shoulders- he was only keeping it on with bent elbows, but he lacked any power.

The jacket slipped off his head and the taller balled it up, throwing it in the chair beside them.

"Want a different shirt Minnie?"

"Uh. Do you have something warm?"

So he hadn't seen it yet. The elder kept his arms tightly against his sides, hoping the marks further down had faded at least to a yellow color so they might blend in.

"You're cold?" his eyes were back on him. "You can just put your hoodie back on if you're cold, I just didn't want you sweating in it."

"Thanks."

He passed it back and Minho started to pull it on but he couldn't figure out where the opening was.

"Oh, let me help."

"No it's fine I don't need-"

A gasp.

It couldn't be for anything else.

He ripped the fabric off since he'd already seen everything and threw it back on the chair. "A new shirt would be great. Something with long sleeves if you don't mind."

"Oh angel. Who did this to you?" he was gingerly touching his arms but Minho refused to look. The sight of those perfect hands touching his marred skin would push him over the edge.