single father | minchan

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minho held his stomach, the blood dripping from his mouth as he knocked on chan's door. he sobbed, sure that chan could hear from in the apartment. chan opened the door, mouth hanging open and his eyes wide as his gaze drifted to minho's stomach.

"chan, he- he has them- uncle-"

"minho, you need to go to the hospital." minho shook his head, sobbing. "no, i- i don't care, i need them back-" chan pulled him into the apartment, closing the door.

"we'll get them, okay? i need you to calm down before you lose too much blood, i'll bandage you." chan went into the bathroom while minho held a hand over his stomach. the older came back with bandages, helping minho lay on the couch.

"why are you so calm..?" minho winced as chan cleaned the wound, and wrapped the bandage around his bare upper body.

chan tightened the bandage, sighing softly. "what good is it to freak out? of course, i'm worried. but freaking out won't do me any better. i need to make sure you're okay." as chan finished bandaging minho, he exhaled slowly.

"okay, talk to me. what happened?"

minho's tears started up again, lip trembling as he murmured. "my uncle took them. i couldn't- i couldn't stop him and i h-hated it. i felt so powerless around him again." chan's expression saddened as he listened to minho's hate towards himself.

"min, it's not your fault. he's a horrible man, and we'll get them back, okay? i'll head out now and you can rest here." chan interlocked their hands, smiling gently as minho's eyes widened.

minho shook his head. "no, no, i'm going with you, chan. he's dangerous-" 

"which is exactly why you shouldn't go. you are in no condition to go, minho. physically or emotionally. you got shot for fuck's sakes! especially in the way that he fucked you up mentally? i can't have that happen to you. you're staying here."

minho pursed his lips. "i want to go." chan squeezed his hand tightly, eyes locking with the younger's. "minho, look at me." minho avoided eye contact, shaking his head. chan huffed, gripping minho's chin and facing it towards himself.

"minho, you are not going. you will stay here and rest. i'll get them myself."

"but you don't know where he is, chan! and- you don't know what he's capable of doing!" minho couldn't let chan face his uncle on his own. he was capable of horrendous acts, and who knew what he was doing to the kids at that very second.

"chan. you can't stop me from going. the longer we sit here and argue, the more damage he could be doing to our kids."

chan pulled minho up. "get your shoes on. quick."

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minho glanced around his childhood home, exhaling shakily. it was the exact same as it was  years ago. the blood still stained the countertops. his blood. minho's shaky hand touched the dried up blood, gulping visibly as a hand rested on top of his.

"jesus, who's blood is that?" chan murmured, concerned eyes following the barely visible trail that lead to the broken down microwave. "mine.." minho whispered, walking to the microwave. "he came home drunk, slammed my head on the counter, dragged me to the microwave, slammed the door against my head until i fell unconscious." he muttered sadly.

"min..i-" minho shook his head. "it's okay. let's focus on the kids." chan nodded, cautiously following minho, along with his eyes never leaving the bloody microwave door. as they made their way upstairs, gentle footsteps up the creaking, wooden stairs, minho stopped in front of a door, hesitant hand trembling out in front of the door knob.

"this was my room.." he whispered shakily, twisting the doorknob to open it. he froze in place, seeing his uncle sitting on the bed, along with 2 men standing in front of a tied up jeongin and hyunjin.

"my minho.." he smiled, standing up from the bed. "remember this room? we had lots of fun in here, or, more specifically, the bed? hm?" minho gulped, side-eyeing chan's angered expression as the topic of minho's childhood came up.

minho grabbed chan's hand, as the younger could tell chan was going to lunge forward, and squeezing it. "give me back my kids." haeyun chuckled, pointing at the two. "these boys? eh, i'm not done with them just yet. they haven't gotten the full 'lee experience.'"

minho's eyes widened, shaking his head. "you can't do that to them. they're too young for it." haeyun hummed, tilting his head as he went over to hyunjin, tracing his face. "you had the experience at 5, they're old enough."

"now minho, you have two choices. they can go through the 'lee experience,' or, you can. again." haeyun smiled lovingly, turning his attention to jeongin. "so what will it be? clock's ticking."

minho squeezed chan's hand harshly. "i'll do it. you have to let them go, and never bother us again." haeyun's face lit up, smiling brightly. "deal. do you want them to watch?" minho eyed chan, and then the terrified, teary expression on the boys' faces. 

"no, i don't want them to see me like that."