People | minsung |

think we can

song for this chapter:

i saw you in a dream, The Japanese House 

their hands are all on him again. all up on his body again. he writhed and screamed under their grip, but he moved like he was under water, and his throat strained but no sound came out. his heart rate raced and the pain between his legs stabbed, the feeling of blood ripping from inside him and down onto the sheets. 'PLEASE! PLEASE, JUST STOP!' He cried, softer this time and he could actually hear his own voice. he curled into a ball, sobbing heavily, their hands finally off him. 

'Jisung!?'

 Minho was at his doorframe, hand on the light switch, his eyes shot wide and his chest heaving. he was shirtless and his hair was flying out in all directions 'you were screaming, what happened!?' a flood of warm reassurance washed over jisung. he said breathlessly 'you're here. you're here. they- they can't touch me anymore. it was just a nightmare.' just a nightmare. but jisung was still shaking like crazy and beads of cold sweat dripped down his back. 

'oh, hun' minho sat on the bed beside him, the mattress dipping under his weight. 'do we want me to give you a hug?' 

'yes please..' jisung whispered, leaning into the embrace, letting minho stroke his hair. jisung's shaking calmed a little, still crying a little but he was okay now. minho pulled the younger to face him, wiping his tears away and whispering sweet things into his ears. 'do we need anything? to drink? maybe a minute alone?' 'no! please don't leave, they can't touch me when you're here.' minho smiles at that. 'okay then.' 

they just sat, holding each other as jisung calmed down, minhos warmth engulfing him in comfort. 'you smell nice,' minho buried his nose in jisung's hair, sweet and floral. 'hmm,' the younger sighs, content with this soft, innocent touch. 

'are we still sleepy or do we want to calm down a bit more?'  

'i might want to take a bath to calm down before i sleep.'