Broken (MinSung 18+)

Chapter 33

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"Oh my fucking god. Are you okay?" Felix asked, trying to control his voice from screaming out and maintaining a gentle tone all at once, as he rushed up to Jisung, who had just walked through the door.

"It's not my blood, don't worry." Jisung replied, trying to calm Felix. Minho walked behind him, still somewhat in shock at the behavior he had seen- not necessarily in a bad way, it just happened to be a lot to take in. "I'll explain everything after a shower. Or, if Minho is feeling up to it, he can explain, but he might need a shower, too."

After they had both washed the sweat and blood from their bodies, they both tossed their clothes into a trash bag, which Minho asked Changbin to take outside to burn.

Felix was impatiently waiting on the couch, leg bouncing with anxiety and a multitude of wild theories that ranged from plausible to werewolves.

Jisung walked through the hallway, about to head downstairs, before Minho stepped out of his room and stopped him. "Hey... are you... okay?" He asked, searching the boy's eyes for an answer before he spoke up. His fingers brushed against the swollen indent laid across the boy's neck from the cable. 

"I... don't know. I feel fine, I guess, but I don't know if that's still adrenaline. I don't have a problem with what I did, I think. That man would have just... slipped through the cracks again. And those are the kinds of people we take care of. But I couldn't let him hurt Hae-Ra. And I definitely couldn't handle the thought of him hurting you guys. And when I saw you in the back of the van with him, I got worried he would do something to you, next. So... I think I'm okay? I guess we'll find out when the rush ends." Jisung said.

He had always been self-aware. Both of them knew this. But Minho was worried that the anxiety of what had just taken place would catch up to Jisung... and quickly. He tried to remember that Jisung wasn't fragile... but he did say that he gets overwhelmed, easily.

"Will you stay in my room, tonight?" The older asked. Jisung nodded without another thought. After their first night sleeping in the same bed, they had slept soundly next to one another several times, though nothing beyond basic kisses had transpired.

Jisung reached out his right hand to take Minho's, brushing it lightly with his left. "Thank you for being worried about me."

"Please don't feel the need to thank someone just for caring about you. It comes naturally to all of us, here."

As they walked downstairs, he didn't notice Minho's fading smile and still-tilted eyebrows. The older's own anxiety wouldn't let him be.

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"Wait, so what'd you do with the body?" Hyunjin asked. The other boys had gathered around to hear what had happened, but Felix was too stunned to speak.

"Wrapped it, brought it to... uh..." Jisung responded, closing his eyes tightly to try and think of the name.

"Salm Crematorium?" Chan finished for Jisung, since that was typically the place they utilized for such events. Jisung nodded, and pointed to Chan to show that he had the correct answer.

"And then Minho went back to looking at the van, seems like it had just overheated. So we're going to clean it this weekend and then have it looked at by an actual mechanic."

"You seem... really chill about all of this." Felix finally spoke up, eyebrows slanted inwards, heavily. Jisung looked at him, concern and guilt in his features.

"Does this... Does- Did I... um... Are you bothered?" Jisung asked, barely getting the words out as his anxiety levels started spiking. He knew that they were used to seeing Minho handle these things, and cleanup wasn't new to anyone, but he worried that they had this image of him. That they were content with him being the more "normal" one of the group who didn't take a huge part in their missions. That he was just the housewife.