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32| trying to feeling better

minho immediately sat next to han, pulling him on his lap. he took the blade away from him, throwing it into the sink.

"han, what did you do?" minho asked, his voice breaking.

he took hans wrist, looking at them.
deep cuts were all over it.
his thighs were nothing better.

han leaned his head against Minhos chest, listening his heart beat, which calmed him down.

after a while, Minho calmed down a little.
"han, we need to disinfect this, okay?"

han sighed and nodded.

minho seated han on the toilet.
"wait here, okay? don't do anything. I'm right here."

minho gave a quick and gentle kiss on hans forehead, before going to his room.

he took a disinfection and some bandages, together with some ointment.

he then went back to hans room.

minho kneeled next to hans legs.
"okay sweetheart, this is going to stink a bit, okay?"

han nodded.

minho started disinfecting hans cuts.
han hissed when the disinfection came in contact with his cuts.

when hans thighs were disinfected, minho moved to his wrists.

"what happened sweetheart?"
minho asked, as he was bandaging hans wrists.

han sighed.
"nothing."

minho bandaged his wrists and looked at han.
"sweetheart, talk to me. I can help you, okay? you just have to tell me."
Minho said gently, not wanting to scare the boy.

han sighed and looked down.
"after school, I decided to play at the cafe."

Minho listened carefully.

"when I wanted to go home, I started packing my guitar at the back stage, when my ex showed up.
he....."
han tilted his head, not being able to say any words.

"what happened, sweetheart?"
Minho asked.

han unbuttoned his shirt and showed him his neck.

there was a bright red hickey.
a hickey that Minho knew 100% wasn't from him.

Minhos blood was boiling with anger.
"did he do this to you?"

han nodded.

"did he-"

"changbin stopped him before it was too late."
han said, cutting off Minhos question.

minho sighed.
"are you okay?"

han looked down.
"after I broke up with him, I promised myself that I will never let anyone else touch me if I didn't want to. but when he was coming towards me, I froze. I couldn't move. I let him touch me again. god minho, I'm so disappointed in myself."
han said and buried his head in his hands, crying.

"it's not your fault hannie. you didn't want this, it's not your fault you couldn't protect yourself. he traumatized you, you can't blame yourself for that.
it's going to be alright, okay?"
minho gently said, caressing hans cheek.

han nodded and went to hug minho.
minho immediately wrapped his hands around the tiny boy, comforting him as he cried on his shoulder.

minho picked han up bridal style and carried him to his bed. he gently laid him down. minho then laid next to him, wrapping his hands around han protectively. han immediately snuggled up to minho, falling asleep almost instantly.