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Hyunjin walked into the small lounge area from the kitchen to find seungmin laying on the couch. Shirtless. He gulped as he took in the way seungmin was laying, on his side, body stretched down the couch.

Hyunjin wanted to turn and run away, but sadly, Seungmin had already seen him standing in the room.

"Hyunjin!! Come here I don't want to be lonely" he pouted.

Hyunjin took a deep breath as he once again took in Seungmins shirtless body. He had seen it many times before, but he had never been so close as he would be if he sat on the couch.

"Pleaseeeeee" he cried, holding out his arms.

"No way" he hastily replied, no way was he sitting in Seungmins arms, bodies touching. "I'll sit on the floor" he spoke quietly.

He watched as Seungmin made a sad face. Hyunjin almost gave in at his sad eyes, almost.

He slowly walked to the spot infront of the couch, on the carpet. He was about to sit down, he got so close, but all of a sudden, he was tackled and pulled onto the couch.

"Muahahaha I've got you now" Seungmin spoke, victorious.

Hyunjin sat with Seungmin behind him, basically backhugging him.

He felt his entire face heat up as he felt seungmins front against him. He cleared his throat, "uh Seungmin, you can let go of me now" he said awkwardly, wanting to get out of this position.

"Aww but I wanna hug my jinnie" he said as he hugged even tighter, rubbing his face against hyunjins back.

Hyunjin tensed.

'His Jinnie?'

Hyunjin couldn't see seungmin, but he was guessing by his voice that he didn't understand what he was actually doing. Hyunjin wanted to hug Seungmin back, he wanted to shower him in little kisses and tell him that he would never let him go. Seungmin was being so cute and Hyunjin just wanted to squish his cheeks. But that would be weird.

Hyunjin didn't want Seungmin to let go, but he needed him to, or something would happen that Hyunjin probably wouldn't be able to explain.

"Seungmin you can let me go, I'll sit on the couch with you" hyunjin said, voice sounding defeated.

"Yayyyy!!! I'll be back im going to get some more popcorn" seungmin replied while clapping his hands, excited.

He got up and left with the empty brown bowl once filled with popcorn.

Why does he have to be so darn cuuuute

Hyunjin repositioned himself on the couch and sat on the side furthest from where Seungmin sat, he didn't know just how much more physical contact he could take before he would have a little accident.

Hyunjin threw his head back and let out a deep sigh. What was he going to do? He had to let this little crush go.

Seungmin came back into the lounge area and sat in his previous spot, except now instead of laying, he was sitting up. There was a clearer view of seungmins bare chest. Uh oh. This was going to be painful.

After hours of seungmin scrolling through Netflix, he finally found a movie to watch for the two.

Hyunjin was pretty sure seungmin hadn't watched it before judging by his "ooh what's 'coraline" before he clicked on it a little too fast.

10 minutes into the film, seungmin had his legs on the couch crouched to his chest with his arms wrapped around them. Hyunjin simply watched him the whole time, shaking in fear. It hurt him to see him looking so scared, but there really wasn't anything he could do.

There was a sudden scare in the movie around half way and seungmin had jumped to Hyunjin, wrapping his arms around hyunjins and gripping on tightly. He stayed like that.

Hyunjin had butterflies in his stomach. The way seungmin held him was adorable, and the way he wouldn't let go even if the scene wasn't scary had him in awe.

Not too soon after, there was another scene that seungmin classified 'scary' which made him jump. Now, half his body sat on top of Hyunjin.

Hyunjin felt himself an uncomfortable feeling in his pants and once again, he turned beet red.

Uh oh. He looked toward Seungmin who seemed oblivious, he hadn't said anything, so he hoped that meant he hadn't realised. Seungmin was an innocent soul after all.

Hyunjin sat there throughout the whole movie, uncomfortable, and wary of seungmin noticing. But the boy seemed to be only focused on the screen. Good.

Hyunjin looked at seungmin. He was eating popcorn, but not normally, how a normal person would.

He was slowly putting the small piece of popcorn into his mouth, and then slowly sliding his fingers out, and then he would proceed to lick all of the salt off of them.

He was doing this on purpose.

Do you have to be such a tease Seungmin?

Hyunjin suddenly felt the boy shuffle to move his position slightly, he seemed to be forgetting that he was on Hyunjins lap. He couldn't take this. Hyunjin felt very uncomfortable in his pants.

His face and stomach were both burning, one of embarrassment and one of the art of resisting.

Seungmin still didn't notice anything at all. Hyunjin was greatful that he was so focused on that darn movie.

He wanted Seungmin so bad.

He probably would've taken him right then and there.

If only jisung didn't walk in.

"Hey dudes what's uppp" he spoke, jumping on the couch to the side where there was free room.

Hyunjin thought this a perfect time to excuse himself and get himself together. "Guys I'm gonna go, be right back" he said as he ran off into the bathroom.

Minho's cabin was low on groceries and since he had admitted that it was his fault, he was forced to go buy more.

However, Jisung had just arrived and he would've rather been spending time with him, so he argued that Jisung was over and this never happens, but they had told him to suck it up and take Jisung with him.

They now sat in the car with minho driving and the two babbling about the randomest things and laughing.

"Jisung..."

"Yeah? What's wrong?"

Minho let out a sigh "I'm really sorry you had to go grocery shopping with me."

And with that, Jisung belted out laughter.

"Minho, it's really fine. My mum used to make me do it all the time, except I always went alone, so this'll be fun!!"

Minho couldn't believe Jisung, how he was so happy all the time, so energetic, and he could always make Minho smile. He took in the way jisung was staring out the window like a puppy and pointing at every building he saw "I'm going to have something like that one day."

"Oh you are? What is it going to be?"

"Hmmm.. I want to make a place for all musical artists to feel welcomed at. A company for them to be safe with and know they're appreciated."

God he was beautiful.

"CEO Jisung, that's kinda hot."

Minho placed a hand on Jisung's thigh, his other in the wheel with his eyes still on the road "the tight suits" he squeezed. "I can't wait to rip them off you."

Jisung was silent. Minho glanced at him and saw that he was blushing a dark red.

He removed his hand and smirked "or I could just rip off your clothes now." He pulled over.

"W-what Minho we need to get the groceries...."

Minho undid his seatbelt and leaned over jisung, "Jisung you are so goddamn amazing, I hope you know that."

He saw jisung open his mouth to say something, but he closed it again. The boy was speechless.

Minho loved jisung, more than his own parents, he needed him to know that. Minho slowly leaned down and softly connected lips with jisung who almost immediately kissed back. This feeling of warmth he got whenever he was around jisung, nothing could ever explain it.

Jisungs lips moulded perfectly with his, like they were destined. Jisungs arms went around Minho's neck and Minho's around Jisung's waist. He slowly pulled him up into sitting position, not breaking the kiss.

He pulled away for air and panted the words "I love you Jisung"

"I love you too Minho." He cleared his throat. "Now, should we go get the groceries?"

"What groceries- oh yeah right haha we should."

Chan didn't know where he was running to, nor what he was going to do when he got there.

Both his vision and his thoughts were blurry, he couldn't think straight. Was it the drugs or the alcohol? He wasn't too sure.

He only knew that he had to get away from what was happening. The way Felix kicked that boy, it was the same as Chan's dad had kicked his mother. The way Felix punched the other one, it was the same as the way his dad punched his mother.

The only difference Chan seemed to find was that Felix wasn't a monster like his father. At least he thought. He hoped.

Felix was a strong boy, he could take care of himself. Yes. That's all he was proving, not that he was a monster who enjoyed the sight of pain. No.

Chan's father however, he was. He did enjoy the sight of pain. He did enjoy seeing people scream in pain he had caused. Chan would know.

He stopped running and tried to catch his breath. He didn't know where he was, he had been subconsciously running for the past 15 minutes now. He walked now.

There was a forest, and a cliff.

He reached the end of it, and sat down, legs dangling.

How much was Chan's life worth?

He lifted up his shirt, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight scars on his front. Four on his back. He didn't have to count those ones, those were the ones that his father made him count as he cracked the whip.

He lifted up his sleeves, one, two, at least seven on each arm. Chan was broken. Beyond the point of fixing.

Was this really it?

"STOP"

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