My Hand And Yours

Oh. Screw Me.

"Just stop giving me the silent treatment and let me help you!" Baekho couldn't take his silence anymore. He didn't want to get angry at Minhyun but he felt like the other was taking the whole silent thing way too far right now. He noticed the tears dripping down Minhyun's eyes and felt his chest tighten. "Please tell me what's wrong..."

Minhyun could only cry in silence since he couldn't talk. He brought up his wet hands to his face and covered his eyes, pretending everything was alright. Everything was okay.

Why do you care what's wrong? You and I have nothing in common.

Baekho came closer until he could reach Minhyun. He took hold of the other's hands with his gloved ones and pulled them away from his face. Minhyun started struggling to make Baekho let go.

Don't touch me. Let me go.

"I won't let go until you tell me what's wrong and why you did this," Baekho demanded. Minhyun gasped and stared at Baekho in disbelief. This man was really going to use his strength agianst him? Minhyun started shaking his head instead and still tried to pull his hands away from Baekho's. His tears only spilled more as his fear clawed at his mind.

Let go. Let go. Let. Go.

"Stop struggling so much. I'm not trying to hurt you," Baekho said worriedly when he realised Minhyun was trashing about. He also took note of Minhyun's unending tears and it tore at his heart. He couldn't understand why Minhyun was crying so much or why he was even panicking without saying a word. It made him scared somehow. Something was clearly wrong but he didn't know what because the other refused to tell him. He pulled Minhyun into a tight embrace instead, not bothering if he was getting wet under the shower either. Minhyun's eyes widened and body stiff when Baekho's arms wrapped around his body firmly.

No. No. No no. Nononono.

Minhyun tried pushing Baekho away with only a small surface of his palms but he already knew it was pointless. Baekho was much stronger than he was and the other was adamant on having things go his way. That much Minhyun could tell from their first meeting itself.

Please stop.

Baekho wished Minhyun would just talk to him. He knew they didn't get off on the right foot but he really didn't want things to go this way either because for some reason, he cared about the other a lot more than he realised. Minhyun stopped struggling when he felt Baekho's body pressed even tighter against his. Chest against chest. Hip against hip. Legs entangled between one another. He was paralysed with fear again. His thoughts went back to the time the man had tried to do something to him. Touch him. He choked on his own spit and gasped but Baekho didn't notice since he was hugging him and Minhyun wasn't technically making any obvious noises. He shut his eyes, trying to push the thoughts out of his head only to be replaced by his dreams with Baekho and how he had thought it would have been so much better if it had been Baekho instead of that man. And so his body reacted in a way he had never experienced before.

A tight knotted feeling in his stomach and weak knees and worst of all, a throbbing growing pain in his groin area. He wheezed and tried to squirm away from Baekho but still couldn't. Baekho seemed to notice what was happening since he moved back a little and looked down. Minhyun stood there with cheeks blooming red and a confused state of mind and palpitating heart rate. He didn't understand what was going on with his body either, just that he didn't feel in control and how he hated that feeling so badly.

"You're... Turned on," Baekho said with surprise clear in his tone. Minhyun peeked down and stared at himself, clearly confused and still frozen stiff. Baekho looked up at Minhyun and understood that the other had no idea what was going on either. "Uh... I could help you with that."