TW: Mention of r#pe

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Maybe the last thing Sehun expected from Minhyuk was to molest him lasciviously. No matter however Sehun tried to recapture it, Minhyuk's exertions were despicable.

"Captain!" The small voice echoed off the walls of a small room that suddenly seemed way too sterile. Sehun let himself sag lower and lower into Wooshik's core. In Captain's embrace the world stopped in its axis, "Thank you, Captain!" In that moment the arms squeezed a fraction tighter around and Sehun breathed more slowly, more relaxed— Sehun felt safe. 

Distantly, Minhyuk watched and heard his heart pounding. Sweat beaded his face. His eyes blinked and twitched when he took a look at himself, at his wavering palms; robbed off of virtuosity. 

Wide-eyed, Minhyuk stared as Sehun began to heal…

"Did I…"

He gave ground, one step at a time, muttering persistently, 

"I…I didn't do this…I could not do this…"

Minhyuk kept withdrawing rearwards, until his temple hit the edge, knocking him off as he flaked out. 

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A flash of lightning flickered white hot against Minhyuk,

"Minnie??" 

That was his Eve's voice, Minhyuk was definite, even after it was too abstruse— he could not deduce however, why would Sehun want to even talk or take a look at him, after what he had done with the younger boy.

"Minnie, get up!!" Minhyuk's leaden eyelids sundered, gaining an admittance to his fuzzy eyesight, 

"Eve??" The opacity gradually attenuated, "Is it really you?" 

"Yes, of course! What all of a sudden happened to you?" Minhyuk's head was put on Sehun's lap, where the brown headed youth sat with his legs folded, holding a flacon filled of water in one hand, and the Minhyuk's wrist in the other, "How did you suddenly pass out?" 

The older man looked to his left— "Joon?"

"Sir, I was enhancing the pixelated pictures, and then you just blacked out, promptly falling from the chair," Joon stated obediently and proffered a glass filled with water, "Have you not eaten anything properly for the last two nights? Did you- pass out because of…that? Or is it because you have been playing video games for too long, that your head feels overloaded and you just…"

Contemning, Minhyuk looked at Sehun crestfallen, "I was not sleeping, was I?"

"You were not sleeping, Minnie. When I came in you were playing games. But then, when I was foraging for the trousers you bought me, you just passed out," Sehun put the back of his hand on Minhyuk's forehead, "Are you tired? Do you have a fever? Let's go grab some food now."

Minhyuk retreated, repulsed at himself, "I am a very bad person, aren't I? In fact, I am- I am a hor- horrible person, that is the truth!" Minhyuk pushed the younger one away, "Stay away from me! I am a bad person, very bad person," he ceaselessly intonated.

Sehun inched to the blue headed older man, "That is not true, Minnie. Why would you be a bad person?" He cupped the man's face languidly, "Calm down…"

"Sehun!" Minhyuk took the boy's hand in his clasp, making it slap on his cheeks over and over, tirelessly— "I deserve this!! Only this!!" 

"Minnie…Minnie stop!! What are you even doing??" Sehun, panic-stricken, took back his arm, pulling Minhyuk into a hug instead, "Who is Sehun?? I am Eve! Your Eve! Calm down!!" He petted on the elder's head as Minhyuk disrupted into tears,

"Eve, When you have a nightmare if you are not sleeping, what is it called?" 

Sehun pondered a little before he spoke, 

"Hallucination."

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His nerves were tied in a tight knot,

"Hello?" Daeseong greeted with his tight-lips.

"Hey cutie!!"

"Huh?" Putting the phone down from his ear, Daeseong authenticated the unknown number,

"Who is speaking?"

"Why does that matter? I just wanted to charge you for illegal driving."

"Mr. Unknown, I am so sorry but I don't remember driving anything in the first place for the past two years. About the former portion, I haven't been involved in anything illegal."

"Aw cutie, I know that is a lie."

"Uh- stop calling me cutie already! Who the heck do you think you are?" 

Daeseong felt slightly unnerved at the caller's outspokenness, but it was not the first time that had to be put into a facade to hide about their real job anyway. 

"You are still driving, though. So stop lying already."

"I- what? Driving? Are you perhaps mad?"

"For you."

"Stop this bullshit already!! I'm hanging up!"

"Wait! Wait! So, since you haven't already hung up, should I take it as your interest in me, cutie?"

"Who are you?"

"Before that, let me tell you I am on my way to charge this cutie for driving. Driving me crazy!!"

"Who the hell are you? Reveal yourself already, Mr. Unknown!!" Daeseong crossed his arms— he found no harm, rather fun, to play a 'catch me if you can' with Mr. Unknown, aka the caller.

"Look at the doorway."

Daeseong, unnerved, brought the android down from his ear, his eyes raising as he turned around, bestowing his gaze at the doorway, 

"J- Jihyo hyung?" 

-At Night-

The day went by too unproductive— a word which Sehun never wanted to be acquainted with. However circumstances reckoned the day as just that. Daeseong or Chris were no one at home; Joon was looking after Minhyuk, whereas the video games recommenced traversing at the latter's laptop screen. 

A loose-fit flimsy white shirt and black joggers— which he believed to be his personal favourite.  Attiring himself in his ideal outfit, Sehun curled up into a ball, lounging about on the couch. He had asked for Minhyuk's rimless glasses to study the sketches; He slept without taking those glasses off, acting remiss about gathering any duvet. 

Sehun had waited a good deal for his Captain to return, at times even sulking since they did not properly meet for the entire day; in the process falling asleep however, owing to his sensibility of enervation.

His Captain returned— late by 2 hours from what he informed Daeseong over text; 8.30 p.m

The hour was nearing the dead of the night, it was almost 11.30 as Wooshik perceived. 

Wooshik extricated his feet from the lace up boots. He hauled the door behind him, securing it appropriately, and walked to get into the detention room— but he stopped, as he began walking past the couch which bore Sehun. 

"What’s wrong with this boy?" Wooshik simpered, looking pleased at himself for no apparent reason, "You slept with glasses on again? Geez!!" He squatted, in his good time, getting rid of the pair. 

Sehun was balled as a resistance against cold, too— Wooshik's grey highlander jacket sprawled beside the young bloke,

"You're seriously not going to survive without me!" The blonde man laid claim to the jacket, swaddling Sehun's proportionate lithe in it, "Good night, my Sehun," whispering, he scrunched his nose, his lips broadening into a faint smile as his arm reached to pet the brown fringes again…

"Ugh! Lee Wooshik, get yourself together," Wooshik sighed, getting up, and levelled with his eyes at the detention room, 

"Good night, Sehun!" Devoid of any emotion, Wooshik started to steer for the room he had his eyes on— at the moment that he felt a lug at his wrist. A weird pricking emerged in the middle of Wooshik's chest. 

By degrees, he turned around to shed a glance at the younger brown barnets who was reclining just awhile ago in deep slumber, 

"Sehun?" His eyes widened. 

Sehun put a finger on his own lips, drawing his Captain's forearm closer to him, laying it down on his head, making it caress over the downy, pale brown strands— initiating the dyed blonde man to pet his head. 

Wooshik kept patting absently, with him being at a loss for words,

"S- Sehun??" 

Sehun's grey eyes were unflappable, his smile sculpted into adoration, a yearning.

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So sorry cuties, due to Shivratri I couldn't upload a long chapter. So, here is a short one. Stay tuned for the next, a lot is going to happen in the upcoming episodes. Love you all! <3