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song for this chapter:

Everybody wants to rule the world, Tears For Fears



Minho carried the younger down the aisle and out the door. they were skipping their own wedding. jisung buried his tear ridden face in minhos shoulder avoiding the gaze of the disapproving crowd and the flashing cameras. 

he blinked sleepily, suddenly laying his head in minhos lap in the limo and they started driving. he disassociated in the car, pulled gently back to reality when minho picked him up again. 

the elevator ride was silent up to the penthouse, the only sound being jisung's quite sniffing. 



minho had been gone for two minutes already. he had placed jisung on the couch, in front of an unplayed movie, popcorn on the coffee table for them. he had to admit he did already feel much better. 'Minho?' he squeaked, embarrassed at how wobbly his voice came out. 'i'm here,  just getting you something easy to change into, you need anything?' he asked from somewhere, voice loving and soft. something the younger desperately needed. he came back into jisung's field of view, out of his suit and now in a pair of black shorts and a loose fitting white t shirt, holding one of Jisung's favorite pajama sets. 


'the bathrooms to the left, you can change in there.' 



the younger walked back to the couch, all changed, already feeling fresher than before. minho had draped a throw blanket over his knees, scrolling on his phone, waiting for him. 'i can't believe i'm finally free. minho they can't touch me anymore.' jisung smiled in awe, realizing that he was now a married adult with his own house and that no law could force him to even speak to his parents ever again. 'they're never going to hurt you again as long as i'm here.' minho patted the empty space beside him. 'let's make you feel better, how's that sound?' 


the night was wonderful. minho made him feel wonderful. they watched a romcom, then they played MarioCart until they got sleepy, which then minho made them hot chocolate and they separated to their rooms, minho not wanting to push sleeping together with this poor traumatized boy. 



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