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A dark figure stands in the doorway of Jisung's bedroom. Watching, waiting, warning.
"Jisungie, you've been acting up. You need a time out", the voice distorts towards the end.
Jisung is paralyzed on the bed and cannot move. His breathing is frantic, sweat is dripping down his neck. The figure begins to pull forward, soundlessly gliding across the floor.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" he manages to scream at the figure. It leans down from the shadows, a face inches from his.
Minho's face. His eyes are black where the eyeballs should be. He tilts his head as if studying Jisung.
"Why would I stay away from you, Sungie? You're MINE", he growls. A low gutteral sound like that from a dog.
With that he tears the blankets and clothes from Jisung's body and drags him down the dark hallway.
"NOOO! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO TIME OUT! ILL BE GOOD!" Jisung's screams fade into the distance. A door SLAMS.
Jisung jumps up from the bed, a scream caught in his throat. His clothes are stuck to his body with sweat and his sheets have been kicked aside. He quickly turns on his bedside lamp and takes deep breaths to calm his breathing.
It was just a dream. I'm fine. I'm safe. It wasn't real, he thinks to himself.
When his breathing returns to normal, he forces himself out of bed to check the locks on his doors and windows. A force of habit he had developed.
He checks the locks on his bedroom windows, locked.
He checks the locks on the bathroom windows, locked.
He checks the locks on the windows to the livingroom, the kitchen, and dining room. All locked.
He makes his way to the front door, locked.
When he makes his way to the backdoor, he notices that not only is it unlocked, but it was left slightly ajar.
Sitting next to the door, tucked in the corner is a red gift box and a red envelope.
It is 3:15 AM when Seungmin's phone begins to buzz non-stop, pulling him from a deep sleep.
It is 3:20AM by the time Jisung has finished screaming that someone was in his house and Seungmin was backing out of his driveway.
He breaks several traffic laws and makes it to Jisung's house in record time, arriving at 3:35 AM. He doesn't get the chance to make it to the door before Jisung is barreling down the walkway and throwing himself in his arms, sobbing. He's a crying and blubbering mess.
"He was in my house!" Jisung cries hysterically. He's pointing at the now open front door.
Seungmin makes his way inside with Jisung clinging to his arm. Jisung points to the back door where the gift and envelope still lay.
"How many does that make now?" he asks Jisung.
"Seventeen", Jisung sniffs in response. Tears are still falling silently and he uses his sleeve to wipe them away.
Seungmin grabs the gift and envelope and all but slams them on the kitchen table. He tears open the envelope first:
Jisungie
I will be seeing you again soon.
LM
There are two photos inside that are of Jisung sleeping. Jisung's blood runs cold, the panic rising gut again.
"That was two weeks ago", Jisung whispers, looking at the photos over Seungmin's shoulder.
"I'm calling the police", Seungmin announces. He turns to Jisung and takes his face in his hands. "Baby, I know you wanted your independence and to wait until we got married to move in, but I want you with me, okay?" Jisung looks up at him, wide-eyed and nods. "Okay?" Seungmin asks again.
"Okay", Jisung answers in a near-whisper.
"Good, go pack your most important things while we wait for the police. We'll come back for everything this weekend", Seungmin says.
After the police have taken Jisung's statement and left, they pack his things into Seungmin's car and head to his house.
The ride is silent all the way there with only soft music playing in the background. Jisung's thoughts are going a mile a minute. The thought that someone had been in his home while he was sleeping despite the locks and security measures he had taken unnerved him in a way that hollowed him from the inside out. It felt as if the ground had been ripped from under him and he had been left suspended in mid air, careening towards the ground in slow motion. Unsafe, dangerous, and unsteady.
Once they had silently unpacked his things, they both collapsed on Seungmin's bed. Jisung slotting himself into Seungmin's arms as he rubbed his back. They laid in silence for several minutes before Jisung broke the silence, "I feel so helpless", he whispers.
"You're not helpless, babe. You've got me and Chan-hyung and Binnie-hyung", Seungmin soothes, kissing Jisung's forehead.
"You guys can't be there with me all the time though, jagiya", he replies, leaning back to look Seungmin in the face. "What about the moments when I'm alone? What if I I'm not having hallucinations and it's my actual stalker? Or what if I am and one day I can't tell the difference and it's too late?" He tucks his head back under Seungmin's chin, causing him to exhale thoughtfully.
"I hadn't considered that", he replies truthfully. "Are your meds not working to curb the hallucinations?" He feels Jisung shake his head in response. He hums in acknowledgement.
"I just.. Don't want this", Jisung whines. He wishes he could cry more, but he's all out of tears for the night. He rubs his face against Seungmin's chest for comfort and inhales his scent.
All out of words and exhausted, Seungmin rests his cheek against the top of Jisung's head and continues to rub his back. Eventually Jisung's breathing evens out and he settles down to sleep with Seungmin following shortly behind.
Jisung was awake as the sun rose and began to bathe the room in a golden haze. He'd had a restless night. Stuck in the part of the sleep cycle where the body was sleeping, but not resting. That delicate dance between consciousness where he might as well have just pulled an all-nighter.
He lays staring at the ceiling, mulling over everything he had seen and felt over the past few months. The line between what was real and what wasn't was beginning to blur. The volume on his thoughts had begun to creep up slowly over the past couple of weeks to a near deafening level.
He lets out a heavy breath and turns to burrow into Seungmin's embrace, hoping he could silence his thoughts for a moment if he focused on the warmth his boyfriend provided.
Seungmin stirs, pulling Jisung's body flush to his and rubbing his back twice. "Couldn't sleep?" he whispers, his voice grainy from sleep.
Jisung shakes his head.
Seungmin hums in acknowledgement and continues rubbing his back. "Ready for breakfast or do you want to keep cuddling?"
"Cuddle", comes Jisung's small voice.
"Mm. Penny for your thoughts?" Seungmin asks.
Jisung sighs and tilts his head up to look at Seungmin, "I'm afraid I'd need more than a penny, Mr. Kim". He manages a tired smile, earning a soft laugh from Seungmin.
They stared in each other's eyes for a moment. A silent conversation happening between them. "You're safe, Sungie", Seungmin breaks the silence. "The community is gated, I have security cameras, AND an alarm system. Chan-hyung and Changbin-hyung have already said they'll escort you to and from your car at work as well. You'll never be alone", Seungmin says, placing a kiss to Jisung's forehead.
The words should have settled the fear crawling beneath his skin and in his gut, but they only soothed it slightly. If LM had managed to pick his industrial, high security locks and skirt around his own security cameras then what's stopping them from doing the same here?
He sighs and presses his forehead back to Seungmin's chest. "I'm fine", he lies to both himself and Seungmin. "I'm hungry. Breakfast, please?" He turns his doe eyes up to Seungmin and pouts dramatically, drawing an amused laugh from him.
"Yes, Prince Jisung. Anything for you", Seungmin laughs, kissing him once before pulling himself away to crawl out of bed. "What do you want?"
"Surprise me", Jisung smiles sweetly.
"Brat", Seungmin huffs in response, shuffling out of the room.
Once he's sure Seungmin has retreated to the kitchen, his masks drops and he's left alone with his thoughts again. With a heavy sigh, he climbs out of bed and walks over to the window to open the curtains and blinds. One of the compulsions he had developed since coming home 11 years ago had been obsessively looking out of the window to check his surroundings and obsessively checking the locks on the windows. He also obsessively checks his security cameras. He always double locks each door and triple checks the locks on his doors and windows for safe measure.
They were habits that had made him feel safe. A small piece of security he had built for himself in a reality where he had been stripped bare.
There was nothing out of the ordinary outside of Seungmin's house. Sprawling houses with manicured lawns and gardens, neutral HOA approved colors, sprinkler systems activated. It was early enough that the neighborhood was still asleep.
Except.
Slightly off in the distance stood a figure facing him, unmoving. He closed his eyes for a beat and reopened them. Gone. He lets out a sigh of relief. It was just a hallucination.
"Babe?" Seungmin calls from behind him. He startles and clutches his chest.
"Jesus, Seungmin! You scared the shit out of me", he sighs, still catching his breath.
"I'm sorry, Sungie baby. I didn't mean to scare you. I was calling you, but you weren't answering so I came to see if you were okay", Seungmin sidles up to him and slides his arms around his waist.
"I'm fine, jagi", Jisung exhales, steadying his heartbeat. "I was just thinking".
Seungmin hums. "Hm. Breakfast is ready. Come think over food, okay?"
Jisung nods. He gives one last glance out of the window to wear another figure now stands, closer and more familiar, before Seungmin ushers him away from the window.
After breakfast, Seungmin clears away their dishes as Jisung scrolls through his phone only half registering the videos he's mindlessly scrolling past. His mind has wandered back to the time he was in Park Memorial and had met a young boy, barely a college freshman, who had been stalked and sexually assaulted by Hyunjin and left for others to do as they pleased. They had leaned on each other heavily. Jisung was the only person he felt comfortable touching him and Jisung leaned on him to help him differentiate what was as hallucination and what wasn't.
He pulls up their text thread and types out a message.
J.Han: Jeonginnieeeee
J.Foxy: Hannieeee what's up
A weight already lifts off of his chest. Being able to connect with Jeongin without the fear of being sent back to Park Memorial meant more to him than he realized.
J.Han: Oh, the usual. Seeing shit that's not there :P Real, hot crazy shit
J.Foxy: Damn.. You're having hallucinations again?
J.Han: Yeppp. Love that for me.
J.Foxy: Im sorry man. Need a distraction? Wanna play LoL later?
J.Han: Fuck yes. I have to unpack my system tho
J.Foxy: Unpack?
J.Han: Oh yea. Had to move in w the bf
J.Foxy: Dude wtf when did this happen????
J.Han: Uhhh last night actually. The ole ball and chain stalker broke into my house so my knight in shining armor saved me from my metaphorical not so high security tower. V romantic
J.Foxy: Han Jisung. WHAT THE FUCK??? You can't keep casually dropping lore like this!
J.Han: Oh man we really need to catch up more often
J.Foxy: …. I'm going to call you later so we can unpack this PROPERLY
J.Han: Skrrr!
He chokes back a laugh and puts his phone face down. There is a buzz of energy vibrating beneath his skin now. Getting that off his chest to Jeongin lightened his mood in a way he can never quite understand. He believes Dr. Jung had called it trauma dumping and trauma bonding, he can never remember the proper therapy terms.
"Hey, you look like you're in a better mood?" Seungmin remarks leaning down to press a kiss to Jisung's lips. Jisung grins up at him.
"I am. Mostly. I texted Jeongin", he shrugs. "We're going to play LoL later".
"That's good. You need some things to do to take your mind off of everything", Seungmin leans down to kiss Jisung again, slower. "In fact, I have something we can do right now", another kiss.
"Are you trying to get me into bed, Mr. Kim?" Jisung smiles against his mouth. Seungmin takes his hand and pulls him up against his body. His hands immediately travel down to Jisung's ass.
"I absolutely am, Prince Jisung. Or on the table. Or on the counter. Is it working?" Seungmin teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and giving his boyfriend's ass a squeeze.
Jisung gasps and giggles. "Oh, it absolutely is, King Seungmin". He presses his lips to Seungmin's, deepening the kiss slowly. His hands travel under Seungmin's shirt, pressing his palms against his abs and sliding them down to palm his cock through his pants which earns him a grunt.
Without a word, Seungmin takes his hand and pulls him to the bedroom down the hall with Jisung giggling all the way, anticipation and excitement rising in his gut.
The moment they're in the room, they're on each like men stranded on an island without water and the only water was in each other's mouths.
They fall onto the bed with Seungmin on top of Jisung, between his legs. He sucks kisses down Jisung's jaw and neck, leaving red marks behind, and drawing soft moans from Jisung who grinds his hips upwards to rut against him.
"Mm, baby, I want you in me right now", he purrs in Seungmin's ear.
"Anything for you, Prince Jisung", Seungmin whispers, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He pulls back for a moment to strip himself of his shirt and pants, Jisung does the same, before Seungmin is descending upon him like a hungry man again. He presses kisses down Jisung's neck, sucking red marks into his skin. He palms Jisung's perfectly sculpted chest and flicks his thumbs over his nipples, causing Jisung to moan and squirm under him.
"Min, please", Jisung begs, writhing from the gentle assault on his nipples.
"Please, what, baby?" Seungmin murmurs against his neck. He sucks on the spot again as he gently tugs on Jisung's nipple.
"No, foreplay", Jisung whines. "I don't need foreplay. I said I want you to fuck me NOW." He manages to pull Seungmin away from his neck to pout at him.
Seungmin smirks at him. Of course Jisung would pout to get his way in the middle of foreplay. His gorgeous, sexy spoiled brat. "Of course, my Prince", he presses a kiss to Jisuing's cute cheeks then reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube.
Raw desire vibrates under Jisung's skin, causing him to wiggle his hips and spread his legs further in anticipation as Seungmin pours lube on his fingers.
"So impatient, my love", Seungmin chuckles. He slides a finger into Jisung's hole, cutting off any rebuttal he was getting ready to give. Jisung gasps and moans in response. Seungmin quickly slides another finger in aiming for the bundle of nerves he knows will drive Jisung crazy.
"Ahh! Yes, baby, right there!" Jisung moans, rolling his hips to match the movement of Seungmin's fingers. "More, Seung. Don't stop!"
"Damn, Sungie, you are so fucking sexy. So perfect for me", Seungmin groans, sliding a third finger in. "I could sit and watch you like this forever." He continues to work his fingers over his Jisung's sweet spot, watching his blissed out face drawn in pleasure.
"Fuck, Min, baby. More", Jisung sobs, his hips roll in a frantic pace chasing the stimulation.
"I got you, Prince." Seungmin pulls his fingers out and wipes them on his discarded shirt before slotting himself between Jisung's legs again, this time he lines himself with Jisung's hole. He presses himself to Jisung's entrance then kisses him passionately, sliding in slowly as they lick into each other's mouths.
Jisung whimpers in Seungmin's mouth as he feels himself being stretched around his boyfriend's cock. Seungmin reaches down and wraps Jisung's legs around his arms, folding him in half with his legs bent. He begins to roll his hips and move in a slow, passionate pace.
"Gotdamn, Sungie. I love you so much. You're so fucking perfect, baby", Seungmin groans, grinding his hips forward to hit Jisung's prostate, drawing moans from him.
"Ahh! I love you too, Kim Seungmin", Jisung moans, he cards his fingers through Seungmin's hair and rolls his hips in time to meet Seungmin's thrusts. "Mnnn! Right there, baby. Don't stop. Gods, yes!"
They continue at this slow, passionate pace meeting the rhythm of each other's thrusts. Their moans and the wet sound of their bodies connecting together filling the room.
Heat begins to build in Jisung's belly as his orgasm approaches. "Seung, baby, I'm about to cum", he groans.
Seungmin reaches down and grabs his cock and strokes it in time to their thrusts, pulling Jisung over the edge of his orgasm.
"Fuuucccck, yessss Minnie!" Jisung squeezes his eyes shut and screams as his orgasm crashes over him. Seungmin continues to ride him through his orgasm, pressing kisses and sucking more marks into the skin of his neck.
He opens his eyes to see Minho standing at the foot of the bed, smiling a Cheshire cat smile. He lets out a startled gasp that goes unnoticed by Seungmin caught in the beginning waves of his own orgasm.
"Fuck, Sungie, I'm about to cum", Seungmin announces.
As Seungmin picks up the pace chasing his orgasm, Jisung can't help but lay and stare into the eyes of his former kidnapper.
He blinks once. Twice. Three times. He's still there. But not there. He can't be there. This can't be real.
"Fuck, baby! I love you so much!", one final groan as Seungmin finishes inside him.
A single tear drips down the side of his face onto the pillow below. Minho puts a finger to his lips in a 'hush' motion.
He blinks again. Minho is gone.
It was just a hallucination. I knew it, he thinks, letting out a shaky deep breath and shaking his head to reset his thoughts.
"Babe, are you okay?" Seungmin asks, his brow creased in concern.
Jisung quickly wipes the tear from his face and plasters on a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little overstimulated. That was amazing", he wraps his arms around Seungmin's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. His eyes go to the spot behind Seungmin's head at the foot of the bed. The spot is still empty.
"I'm going to get the shower going so we can wash up", Seungmin says, pressing a kiss to Jisung's temple before rolling off the bed and heading to the bathroom.
Jisung lays on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment gathering his thoughts and steadying his breath as he waits for Seungmin to come back so they can shower together. He reaches for his phone to check the time and sees a notification from Unknown.
Unknown: Does he feel as good as me, Jisungie?
His blood runs cold.