minho had been weird.
he wasn't leaving his room as much, seemingly more alarmed when he saw of one the boys.
"minho?" jisung knocked on his door gently, opening it. he saw minho cuddled into a mess of jisung's clothes. his face was flushed, visibly sweaty. "min, baby, are you okay?" minho rolled on his back, face convulsed in pain. he whined. "hurts.."
jisung's eyebrows furrowed in concern, sitting on the edge of the bed, which immediately had minho hissing. "nest..off." jisung confusedly got off the bed, sitting at the desk chair. "what's going on, min?"
minho huffed, wiping his sweaty hands on his sheets. "heat.." he murmured, and jisung's eyes widened. "okay, okay, how about i run you an ice bath? we can cool you down, and then figure out what to do."
minho nodded, and jisung went into the bathroom to run cold water in the tub. he went back to minho's room, standing beside the bed. "do you need me to carry you?" minho rubbed jisung's hoodie against his neck, humming softly.
"mkay, come here." jisung reached for minho, before hands smacked him away. minho was embarassed, his underwear was so wet. he couldn't let jisung see or know it. "dirty.." he whispered, and jisung shook his head.
"it's okay, minho. really, i don't mind at all."
minho gulped, sitting up in bed. he swung his legs over the side, and opened his arms wide. jisung gripped underneath minho's thigh, slick running down his legs. minho blushed, face buried in jisung's neck.
jisung smiled gently, shaking his head before bringing him into the bathroom. he set a towel down, sitting minho on the counter. jisung turned off the water, turning to stand between minho's legs. "are you okay if i go? give you privacy, mm?"
minho nodded, and jisung closed the door to the bathroom as he left. minho got off the counter, stripping from his slick stained, sweaty clothes. he sunk into the cold bath, exhaling contently at the freezing temperature. he couldn't ask jisung for help. he couldn't.
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minho limped from the bathroom, dressed in jisung's hoodie and shorts, trying to find the youngest. he bumped into changbin, instantly receiving an apology and minho hummed, resting his nose against changbin's neck.
changbin chuckled, having heard the news from jisung. minho tugged at changbin's hoodie, and the younger smiled at him.
"you want my hoodie?"
minho nodded, satisfaction coursing through him as changbin took it off to leave him shirtless, minho snatched it immediately. he wrapped it around his waist, looking at changbin expectantly.
"hug..?" he whispered, still too shy to speak any louder even if they had been living together for a while now. changbin wrapped his arms around his waist tightly, and minho smiled softly, arms going around the broad shoulders.
changbin tickled his sides lightly, earning shy giggles from the hybrid. changbin knew that minho could speak properly, they'd heard it once.
as he tickled minho, loud giggles slipped from his lips and he smiled widely. changbin hugged him again, whispering. "you don't have to be scared, okay? say whatever you want, do whatever you want."
minho nodded, hearing footsteps behind them. he turned his head to see jisung, waving at him. "was that- was that you laughing, min?"
minho seemed to freeze.
'shut your damn mouth when i'm talking to you!'
'quit being so fucking loud!'
"sorry.." he whispered, glancing down at the floor and pulling away from changbin. he overstepped. he overstepped boundaries and now they were going to hurt him.
especially being so vulnerable in his heat.
as his lips trembled, jisung's eyes widened. "no, no, please don't cry. i didn't mean it in a bad way. i was just surprised- i've never heard you laugh like that."
minho nodded, opening his arms and jisung threw his arms around minho's waist, pulling him close.
kissing his forehead, jisung whispered. "i'm so sorry. i want you to be comfortable, and be able to speak normally. i don't want you on edge around us, we will never, never, never hurt you."
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as minho sat on jisung's bed, the pain in his lower back was overwhelming. "ji.." he whispered, earning the attention of the younger at his desk.
"yeah, min?" he tilted his head softly, trying to be gentle so minho could feel even the slightest bit more comfortable.
"help..me?" minho pointed at his crotch and jisung's face flushed. "what? no, i can't, minho. you aren't fully healed yet. mentally."
"won't be..never.." he murmured and laid down on the bed. "please..?"
jisung sighed, picking up his phone to text chan to get themselves out of the apartment. "okay, yeah. i can help you."
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𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘜𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘡𝘌𝘋 | 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘜𝘕𝘎
Romanceminho is a cat hybrid. while jisung is a lonely college student. hybrids are known for being forced into trafficking rings. all jisung wants is to help minho, but he can't if the poor boy is too traumatized to even speak.