In which Minho notices a handsome boy living on the streets and decides he wants to 'have' him.
"If you sign this you'll be allowed to live here. You'll have your own room. Food, clothes and every other thing you might want will be provided for you...
Minho chuckled lightly "Is that sarcasm or do you mean it?"
He could feel Changbin holding more and more tightly onto him, clutching at his hoodie, nuzzling against his body.
"What's going on?" He thought. Was Changbin alright? And that's when, he heard a faint little sound of crying.
"I'm sorry..!"
"Hey, what happened all of a sudden?" The older asked, hugging him back.
"I- I've never experienced something like this..!" Changbin spoke between heartbreaking cries which only got more and more prominent, not wanting to let go.
"What do you mean?"
"Get on your knees slut!" Changbin's small body was getting pushed and pulled by the way older men around him, who forcefully pushed him down and made him sit on his knees.
Two held him down, one stood infront of him, looking down at his puffed up, with tears and fear covered red face as he unbuttoned his pants.
"Changbin!" Minho called out loudly, shaking the boy who he had been calling multiple times for the past minute. The younger was only trembling in his arms and he didn't understand what was going on.
"S-sorry..!"
"Hell why the fuck are you apologizing?!" The older was totally perplexed, unsure of how to react or handle the situation. Changbin seemed to be slowly having a panic attack.
"Hey, seriously.." His voice softened as he pulled away, cupping the boy's face he had barely just gotten to know, trying to calm him down "What were you talking about?"
Changbin couldn't look at the older as his feelings completely took over him and he couldn't stop himself from panicking anymore.
"Y-You.. I- I can't get attached t-to you!"
"Attached to me..?" Minho mumbled to himself a bit confused, running his hand through the boy's hair "Bin, if it's about staying here longer, you–"
"N-No.. no that's n-not what I mean! You don't understand!"
The older knew Changbin was definitely not in the mental state to explain what he was thinking, so he tried as hard as he could to think of something.
What could Changbin possibly mean? What could he get attached to?
"O-oh... You mean.. you mean this? This thing we're doing right now?"
The boy was so scared to move his head, afraid of the reaction he'd get, but he still did it, still wanting to let Minho know what he was referring to.
"H-How am I... how am I not supposed to feel like I want to stay with you when you're one of the few people who ever treated me like this! Who see me like a human and not like... l-like a stupid fuck hole!"
"Wh-what?! What are you saying?!"
"Please Minho.. I- I really want to pay you back..!"
"But my body is all I have! I- I can really do whatever you want!"
What did all of this mean? What was Changbin saying? Why did he keep referring to his body? To things like that?
Why did he keep on trying to 'pay him back', to show him gratitude for letting him stay here? No, why was he trying to do so with his body?
"E-Even when I d-did everything they wanted, even if I fulfilled all of their desires, they still treated me like I wasn't a human being w-with real feelings! B-But you... even though all I have ever done was to burden you, to make you feel uncomfortable and to invalidate your privacy.. you.. you're still so kind to m-me!"
Changbin fell into another series of sobs having let out what was on his mind, Minho only getting even more shocked and perplexed.
"Changbin, who fucking treated you that way?!" He asked, his voice rising a bit as he shook the boy lightly by his shoulders "Who did this to you Changbin?! Tell me!"
The younger only cried more, shaking his head. As much as he wanted to do it, to let it all out, to scream on top of his lungs and finally open up to someone, anyone about his trauma, he just couldn't. All he could do was sob and cry as he barely managed to breathe.
At some point, Minho realized that what he was doing definitely wasn't helping at all. So he stopped right away, and somehow tried to get the sobbing boy to sit up.
Once he had somehow managed to do that, he quickly took off both his own, and the younger's hoodie. They both had t-shirts on underneath, but what he did was swaping their hoodies, putting his own onto the younger.
Changbin didn't resists any of the older's moves, even if he didn't know what was going on. He didn't care. Even if Minho had planned to do what they had done to him, he wouldn't have cared at this point.
The older pulled the hood over his head and cupped his cheeks through it, having the fabric between his palms and Changbin's skin.
"Shh, take a deep breath. Do you feel warm?"
Minho's hoodie was in fact surprisingly really warm, feeling so comforting against his body. He nodded shily, having to answer the question being what's distracting him from panicking any further and making him calm down instead.
"I get told my skin is always warm.. so I wanted you to feel it too."
He smiled at the younger who's eyes were filled with pain "You're safe with me.. don't worry."
"Th-This is exactly it!" Changbin whispered. Because if he truly tried to speak anything outloud, he'd for sure start full on sobbing. "Y-You're treating someone who's deprived of affectiom just the way he's a-always wished to be treated.. h-how are you expecting me not to.. feel like I don't want to leave your side?!"
"I understand, I really do. Just please, you have to breathe."
The younger smiled weakly, biting down his bottom lip and nodding quickly, trying to suck it up.
As a response to his efforts, Minho came closer and hugged him close, babying him into further calming down.
"Shh.. keep breathing just like that, good boy."
And without even ten seconds having passed, Minho suddenly found himself trying to calm a sobbing Changbin down. Maybe praising him wasn't exactly the best idea, considering how madly deprived he was of exactly that.
"You're unreal Minho!" He mumbled between sobs, trying hard to lower his voice and stop yet again.
It broke the older's heart seeing that young boy get to affected by someone who is giving the bare minimum and treating him normally.
What must he have gone through if little human things like that already made him cry and overflow with gratitude?
"I really want to know what you've had to go through.. to be able to understand you better, to know how to treat you. But then again.. I can't force you to say anything."
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Keep in mind that I'm planning to make this story at least slightly shorter than my other stories.
So if things are moving slightly faster than usual, try not to be weirded out or confused♡
