The Three Worst Secrets

Reputation Rebuilds

He practically beamed by his side, hearing shouting from whatever teacher had brought the younger and seen the counselor's actions. It quieted into background noise as they stepped away.

Seungmin was limping at an incredible pace, his cane tapping the ground and echoing in the long hall.

His cast was off. His hair was longer. He was just as lovely as the day they'd first met.

"Seungie-"

"No. Not now. Not yet."

They happened to pass the boy who slept beneath him and Seungmin screeched to a stop. "What was that?" his angelic voice was much too low, and swelling with power.

Minho hadn't even been aware the boy had spoken at all. But he repeated it again, grin large as he leaned into the younger's space. "I said, a fag and a cripple walk into a bar. What do you think they ordered?"

The cane whipped out, taking the boys legs out from beneath him. He hit the ground hard, choking on oxygen that refused to enter his shocked lungs. Seungmin smirked down into his face. "In the future when you address a man with a cane, remember that it doubles as a weapon."

They reached his room and Seungmin stopped. "Get whatever you want to take from here. You aren't coming back."

Minho packed, not thinking about his father yet, not wondering what would come. Seungmin was there, looking like he tumbled straight out of a colorful, vibrant movie. Appearing so bright amidst the grey metal and the brown blankets.

"Done." He whispered. It was only a small bag. He didn't own much that wasn't more rightfully his father's and he wouldn't take anything of his anymore.

Seungmin held out his hand.

Minho grabbed it, loving the way it fit so exactly in his, the slide of his creamy skin.

"Don't you stop for anyone or anything."

"Okay."

And he didn't.

They left the school without incident, ducking into a waiting car that drove them to the airport where they boarded a private plane. The whole time Seungmin was holding his hand.

As it took off the younger suddenly sighed, relaxing his grip.

"Seung?"

"Three months."

"What?"

"Three fucking months I've been looking for you." His eyes were wild and wet. "You left without saying anything. You didn't even leave a NOTE Min I checked your room."

"There was nothing to say."

"Nothing to say?!" he wiped at his face, lower lip jutting out. "Nothing to say. Of course. Of course how could I think..." his head whipped away and then back towards him "are you okay? Did that man hurt you?"

A strong sense of warmth filled his chest. For the first time in a long time he felt his heart beating. "No. You were right on time."

"But he was grabbing you."

"It's okay Seungie, he only scared me a little. Nothing happened."

"Okay. Okay."

Ten minutes later Seungmin was passed out, his under-eyes smudged with dark purple as if he hadn't rested in a long time. He didn't wake up until they landed, and then he was back to hustling them into another car.

The drive to Seungmin's place was very nostalgic.

When they got there, he led the elder to a room and stood in the doorway while he looked around. "Stay here for tonight. If you want to live with someone else you can. I just want you to be comfortable. Let me know if you get hungry or anything like that."