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XXVI

[AN]

Hello!

How is everyone? Well, I hope! I have recently come home after finishing my exams and first year of college and I couldn't be more excited! I'm getting my scuba diving license with my boyfriend right now and its super fun hehe and then I start work next week :( but it's ok! I'll still have plenty of time to accomplish all the writing things I want to this summer!

I have, well, it's kind of a filler but also really not a filler chapter for you all today. Not a ton happens but there are some important discoveries made about Jisung. I am delivering and hopefully making up for the cliffhanger in the last chapter, but I will say this chapter is a bit shorter than others. I was struggling just a tad with writing this one.

But still! I hope you all enjoy!

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The entire pack seemed to make it to Minho's room at the same time, colliding against the door in a flurry of limbs and tails.

They could hear Jisung's muffled cries, his harsh breathing, and the unmistakable sound of Minho attempting to soothe him. Leading the pack, Chan raised a hand to silence the jittering hybrids behind him.

He turned a strict eye on the pack, "Alright listen," Chan started, his voice wound tight, "We are going to go in calmly. Do not make any sudden movements and we let Jisung decide if we approach him or not. Understood?"

When five heads nodded, Chan slowly opened the door, cringing when the hinges creaked loudly.

Minho's bedroom was a mess. Pillows were scattered across the floor, the duvet was hanging hazardously off the side of the bed, and Minho's lamp had been knocked off the bedside table, shattering the bulb. Sunlight filtered through the cracked window, offering just enough light in the absence of the bulb to illuminate Minho in the center of the bed.

He was sitting crisscrossed on the mattress, Jisung held tightly in his arms. The squirrel hybrid was shaking violently, babbling nonsense as he shoved his head farther into Minho's neck. Minho shushed him, running his fingers down Jisung's back as he kissed his head.

"I'm not sure what set him off," Minho said desperately, looking helplessly to Chan. "I didn't even know he was in here until he started screaming."

"I left early this morning," Felix grimaced, voice not yet clear of anger, "Sungie was having a nightmare and I didn't want to leave him along. So, I brought him in here and went out the window -"

Felix's words died in his throat and dodging Chan when he tried to swipe at him, moved to the window. The curtains blew innocently in the morning breeze as Felix ran a finger along the pane.

"I closed this," He murmured, shutting the window with more force than was necessary, "I am certain of it."

"Maybe it got stuck," Jeongin offered from where he was plastered to Chan's back, "That window likes to stick."

Felix shook his head, eyebrows furrowing deeply. Then as if a thought had occurred to him, Felix dove onto the bed, almost knocking Minho sideways. Jisung didn't move, only latched tighter onto Minho's shoulders.

Despite his urgency, however, Felix took Jisung's face into his hands with gentle fingers, smiling as the boy's red and tear-streaked face came into view.

"Sungie," Felix said lowly, and though he attempted to be gentle, his voice was ragged, "What happened?"

Jisung's bottom lip quivered, a fresh wave of tears spilling over his cheeks. Very slowly, he raised one shaking finger and pointed hesitantly to the rocking chair in the corner of Minho's room.