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It had been a long day already for the boys as they sauntered into the living room. A day full of interviews, stage prep and making sure each Choreography was perfect. So when Chan texted the group saying they needed to have an 'emergency meeting,' no one really wanted to get up from their beds, but did so regardless. 

"What's up?" Hyunjin had arrived first, tired but exporting a happy energy. 

Chan sighed as each one of them trotted into their living space for the 'important meeting.' "Recently, Erin's mother passed away, so he's taking a much-needed break for two months. With that being said, we are getting a new Choreographer tomorrow. He isn't permanent, he's just there to help us out till Erin gets back." 

The mixed reaction of faces made Chan's heart melt. They'd grown really close with their Choreographer Erin over the past years, so to hear him in pain made them all feel terrible. "Do we know anything bout this new guy?" Hyunjin asked as he fished out his phone to send his regards to Erin.

Chan shrugged, "Not really. Erin didn't tell me much besides the fact that he kind of jumps around with groups he works with and that he does a lot of events, like special stages." Hyunjin hummed with the others in response as he pressed send on his phone, hoping his words would at least bring a little happiness to Erin.

"Now, next thing. With this new choreographer, we will be learning a choreography for Domino tomorrow." Chan announced as the boys in front of him started cheering. Domino had definitely become a favorite for the group, so finally getting to have a choreography for the upbeat song excited them.

"I hope he lets us get a say in making the choreography..." Minho mumbled. Erin quite often actually wanted there help in making the choreography, so they felt good in knowing that a lot of the moves were some they'd come up with. They felt involved, i mean it totally wasn't like they made all of their music already, but still, they wanted to be as involved as possible.

"I'm sure they will, i'm pretty sure Erin had a chat with them just to explain a bit on how we do things." Chan told them, getting either head nods or hums.

They dismissed the meeting after joking around, claiming that there was no choreographer quite like Erin. Erin understood the crazy and playful bunch of boys, and being younger himself, got along quite well with them. Thus, they were pretty sure they'd have this new one pulling their hair and screaming bloody murder in a couple days. Exactly why there was no choreographer like Erin.

Mid day the next day, They'd gotten to the dance studio earlier than planned just so they could make a good first impression. As much as they joked about it, they didn't want to make themselves nor the company look bad. They also wanted to give Erin as much time to recover. They didn't want him getting called back cause his substitute bailed—because of them.

Upon arrival, they did some stretching, and even decided to run through a couple songs they knew the dances to just to fully warm up. Checking his watch, Chan immediately called for a little huddle. "Okay, they should be here soon, so guys please, let's not drive them insane." He begged causing the others to chuckle.

Chan couldn't help but chuckle himself, but just to be safe, he brought out his 'parent tone' and reiterated what he wanted. Pointing to the 00line, "I mean it guys, don't think i won't put you in some sort of timeout." Chan warned. Jisung gasped as his eyes widened, "Oh no! Not a timeout!"

"I can't stand the corner!!" Hyunjin joined in, both him and Jisung giving Chan faces full of 'fear.'

They were obviously being sarcastic, but it still had the other members of the 00line chuckling. Chan rubbed his forehead, dragging his brain down his face; "God please give me the strength to not strangle my children."

As soon as the giggling came to a stop, the door to the studio opened, a older head peeking through. "Uh, Hello, are you by chance Stray Kids?" They responded with a bunch of head nods as Chan waved the man over. He walked over with a smile, ready to get working with the group. It had seemed to be the same for the boys, except behind the crowd, Hyunjin's blood ran cold.

"Oh yes! That's us! You must be the new Choreographer!" Chan introduced as the man's nodded and stepped further into the room. Hyunjin stepped back.

"Yup that's me! I'm Kang Jiwoo, pleasure to meet you all." Jiwoo shook hands with Chan, both holding bright smiles. Hyunjin was frowning. Chan stepped back to join his group, and it was already a given, 

"1, 2, Hello we are Stray Kids! Thank you for working with us!"

Jiwoo smiled kindly, the smile reaching his eyes. "It's my pleasure, now shall we get going?"

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Hyunjin really couldn't believe the man that stared back at him through the mirror. He never thought he'd see him again, which was kind of stupid considering he was a choreographer that worked with any idol at any given time. Shuddering, Hyunjin cringed as he danced, noticing Jiwoo stare at him with a smile. From experience, Hyunjin knew damn well that smile wasn't 'your doing great!.' Far from actually and only belonged on the face of a pervert.

Kang Jiwoo, the choreographer that worked with Hyunjin and his 00line group for Psycho.  Kang Jiwoo the one that somehow managed to be a creep without anyone else noticing, of course except Hyunjin, the target himself. It was unsettling when he first realized. Even more so that it took him so long to realize. He remembers noticing that Jiwoo seemed more drawn to him than others, watching his every move even on water break. Watching every move that wasn't meant to be watched.

Hyunjin had tried to shake it off and excuse it for the other trying to get to Learn more about Hyunjin. But when it became verbal too, he knew something wasn't right. The uneasy feeling set in solid.

"Hyunjin can I talk to you after practice? There's a movement I want to ask your opinion on." It had only been the beginning of their time working together, thus He'd agreed so easily. "Sure!" And true to his words, he'd said goodbye as each of his friends left as he still stood in that practice room.

Of course, Just in Jiwoo going over the dance move, it already seemed like a bit too much. And even after learning the move and trying to like it, Hyunjin couldn't. "I dunno Jiwoo Hyung, seems a little mature, and more on the girl side."

To Jiwoo, it had been a simple move that had Hyunjin bending over, and sliding his hands up his legs. "Ah I understand, it was a move I figured you'd like considering your dance style and how you've grown your hair out."

What?

"Which I must say, makes you look even prettier."

Hyunjin had internally cringed, smiling away the pain as he thanked the man. It was all he could've done. After that he'd been dismissed, which he did so as fast as he could, well without making it extremely noticeable that he was trying to leave at such pace. He'd gone home that night and said nothing, saying only that practice was good or that he was excited to perform the finished product. Nothing of the fact that he was pretty sure his choreographer was a pedophile. 

This went on till they had perfected the dance, each day Hyunjin swore the man got braver and braver; somehow managing to sneak a hand on Hyunjin's butt without any of the others noticing. Slipping comments in his ear that sent shivers down his back, and not in a good way. Stares that made him want to shrivel up in a ball and hide away. 

He even remembers the day he'd stood up for himself, and how horrible wrong it made him feel, how horrible lost he realized he was.

"See who will believe you then huh? An elder or a kid who makes himself look like some hooker. Surely they will think it was you forcing yourself upon me, aren't I right? Jinnie it would be so easy to ruin your career, it's sad really."

It failed to cease the fire of action his mind was set to. He may not have decided to snitch, as many times as he'd cried alone because it had gotten to him, but he still kept the courage to fight. When no one would notice, and When Jiwoo was at his side pestering him yet again, he'd give him cold glares, tell him to get away, and curse him out. Hyunjin refused to ever touch him though because then Jiwoo really may have something to use against him.

His words did always stop Jiwoo, but it made him feel a bit better knowing whatever Jiwoo was doing, he never wanted and tried to put up a fight as best as he could. He felt better knowing he wasn't just letting it happen without a care. 

That didn't mean that by the end of the Psycho time frame that he wasn't a bit scarred. He hadn't known how the other members didn't feel or see him flinch when they gave him a butt tap or touched him anywhere. All that mattered to Hyunjin was that he survived, and now he wouldn't ever have to see that bastard again.

Life failed to prove that hope wrong. The laser glares following his every moment was evident of that. Hyunjin hated that so far he was really liking the choreography for Domino. Because at the same time, he couldn't really enjoy it with the holds burning into every part of his body. 

"Hyunjin-ah"

Hyunjin felt the fear run down his spine as he heard the footsteps draw near. "Your legs need to be a bit wider to have a stronger balance." He felt the hand on his leg, pulling it to spread further from the other. He wanted to scream, tell Jiwoo to get his dirty hands off him but,

"Ah, thank you Hyung." The words felt like a betrayal to himself, like poison leaving his tongue. It made him cringe, cringe at how easily it felt for Jiwoo to get away with his doings.

Soon they were given a break, And Jiwoo excused himself to the bathroom while they all sat on the floor, chugging their waters. "Jiwoo Hyung is so amazing! His dancing is so smooth too!" Jisung exclaims to Minho who nods in agreement. 

"I have to agree, thanks to him I really think Stay will like the choreography for Domino." Chan chimes in, smiling proudly at his team. Hyunjin choked on his water, the eyes now looking his way with worry and confusion. After coughing his lungs up, "You guys like him?" 

It frustrated him that his team could like such a man. But then again, how could they have known what he'd done? What he'll probably do again. Hyunjin never told them, the fear that Jiwoo really could easily throw his career in the bin stronger than his will to expose.

"Why? You don't?" Minho asked, somewhat shocked considering Hyunjin normally got along very well with each and every choreographer they worked with. "No, not one bit." Hyunjin spat out, his face falling at the disagreeing faces. Chan's face showed concern. He always wanted to make sure his team was comfortable.

"How come Jinnie?" Chan asked, the others seeming to be just as curious. Hyunjin panicked. He really hadn't thought this through. He couldn't just tell them really why he didn't like him, and he didn't pay enough attention to the man to spit of normal things he might not like. "I just don't."

That made Chan's frown deepen. "Hyun you can't just not like people for no reason." he reasoned, even if it really would get no where because Hyunjins mind was set and stone. "I know that Hyung, but he's an exception." Hyunjin retorted, trying his hardest to not let the truth spill.

"Hyunjin-"

"Hyung I don't like him, and that's finale."

"Aw, that's quite a shame." Hyunjin jumped, along with the rest of the group. Jiwoo stood in the corner of the room, a sad expression on his face. Upon making himself known, Chan was quick to jump to apologize. "My goodness Hyung i'm so sorry, Hyunjin is just not feeling well, so it seems none of us are really on his good side today." Chan lied, trying to make it sound like they were all hated that day.

Jiwoo smiled, "I completely understand, I myself get quite cranky when i'm unwell." He stopped to face Hyunjin, "I do hope though when you feel better I can get on your good side." Hyunjin made sure only Jiwoo could seem him scowl and mouth a Fuck you. 

The tension in the room was awkward as they continued practice. Well, maybe only for Hyunjin. It really felt like after he'd disagreed with the group they felt a bit uncomfortable, especially when they realized Jiwoo had heard their conversation too. So as the rest of the group giggled and joked around, Hyunjin did his best to actually learn the choreography and ignore to everyone fiber of his being the actions of Jiwoo.

Jiwoo still touched him, maybe not every touch was in an uncomfortable place, but it was still just as bruising. It could've been his shoulder and Hyunjin would've started cussing Jiwoo out. 

"Okay I think that's enough for today guys. You all did amazing! That being said, I feel a lot better about working with you guys for the next two months. Anyway, see you all tomorrow, we start at 3:45 sharp." Once again trying to Hyunjin and in a quieter tone, "May I talk to you please after every is dismissed."

It was a trick. He couldn't say no in front of his group. He couldn't make it seem like he knew the outcome of the talk would be more tears and a loss of one's sanity. "Yes Hyung." Hyunjin mumbled out, Jiwoo then dismissing everyone with a smile. Chan's placed his hand on Hyunjin's shoulder after he got his belongings, "See you back at the door Jin, Dinner is Pizza." 

Chan then gave Hyunjin's shoulder a comforting squeeze and then made his way out of the studio. Once Hyunjin realized he and Jiwoo were alone, he froze. His body was suddenly pushed into the wall, arms trapping him on each side. 

"You had quite the temper today little one." Hyunjin fought against the hold, only getting pushed back more aggressively than the first time. His back now aching from the meeting with the wall. "Get off me." Hyunjin growled, trying his best to stay strong when he knew this was probably a losing battle. 

"Aww, How Cute. You think you have a say here." Jiwoo toyed, getting up in Hyunjin's face, who took the opportunity to spit in Jiwoos face in return. It had seemed like the right move at the time, but now? Maybe not. 

A sudden sharp sting laced his cheek as his face was thrown to the side. Though Hyunjin's face was aggressively grabbed and pulled back in front of Jiwoo, "Now that wasn't very nice. I'm trying to be nice to you and that's what I get?" 

Hyunjin only squirmed more as he felt a hand reach behind him and rest on his behind. He really didn't know how to stop this. How could he stop this without ruining his reputation? His team's reputation? Hyunjin knows they would somehow get dragged into his mess and he couldn't have that. 

The hand left from its older position, now sliding up and under Hyunjin's shirt. "P-Please Stop." He whimpered out, realizing he really had no control, and no way out. Jiwoo Cooed creepily, bringing his free hand to caress Hyunjin's cheek, swiping the first tear away.

"My you're pretty when you cry." It only caused more tears. Hyunjin never wanted to give Jiwoo something he thought was pretty, but he was scared and couldn't help it. 

When Hyunjin was pretty sure Jiwoos hands were about to do much more, His phone started going off from its place on the floor next to his backpack. In bold letters, the persons name showed up, Channie Hyung. Jiwoo cursed under his breath as he let Hyunjin go, said boy quickly getting as far away and grabbing his phone.

Before he answered, "Raise any suspicion and I might just have to fully introduce myself to....hmm. Ah! Innie~" Hyunjin gasped, more tears trailing down his cheeks. He wouldn't let this monster touch their baby bread. He wouldn't let anyone else feel the ruin he felt. 

"You wouldn't dare-"

"Oh but I would, and I know you know that too."

Hyunjin hadn't even realized the first dial had ended, only for Chan to call again. The buzzing in his hands caught his attention again and he quickly answered. 

"You on your way back yet?" Chan had asked and Hyunjin hurriedly grabbed his bag, not even sparing Jiwoo a glance as he started to walk out. Mainly because he knew the elder was smirking and it terrified him.

"Yeah, heading out right now." He responded, his pace quickening out of the fear Jiwoo may follow. "What did Jiwoo Hyung want?"

Hyunjin scoffed, he really just couldn't escape him could he? "Nothing, just wanted to say sorry for anything he might've done to upset me."

"And?"

"I still don't like him. Trust me Hyung, he's a bad apple." Hyunjin heard Chan sigh heavily and it made his heart hurt. "I know I can't change your mind on this, so please just try to behave around Jiwoo Hyung okay?"

It really should've been Jiwoo who needed to behave around Hyunjin. "Yeah, Yeah, I got it." he mumbled out. He really was torn. He knew his team didn't know the true monster Jiwoo was, but it still hurt to hear them take Jiwoos side. "Alright, see you when you get home."

"Okay, love you hyung."

"Love you too Jin."

The line ended and Hyunjin finished his walk home with a quick pace. He couldn't wait to shower. The little things Jiwoo had down were enough to make Hyunjin feel filthy. He'd rather sit in his sweat then sit with Jiwoos touches. 

He got home and there was already the scent of pizza along with loud laughter—Jisung. He threw his bag in his room and met everyone in the kitchen. And true to his thoughts, Jisung was laughing and yelling over what he believed was the best kind of pizza. Although Hyunjin already disagreed with both of Jisungs choices, he didn't voice his thoughts. Instead, walked right into the kitchen, mumbling a hello to anyone who said hello to him first. 

Once he'd gotten his own slices along with his choice of dipping sauce—ranch because it's badass on pizza—he joined the table and entered himself into the current conversation. 

"Do you think we will go on tour next year?" Felix had asked.

It was pretty obvious with basically two months left of 2021 that there wouldn't be a tour this year. But Hyunjin himself really hoped there would be one next year. It hadn't been much of a conversation, well at least amongst the other seven that weren't constantly having meetings with JYP. So Hyunjin really didn't know if there would be one.

And as much as he enjoyed performing for Stay, doing online concerts or doing music shows with no audience sucked. It just wasn't the same and he hated it. Sure for some online concerts he could see a lot of the stays through little screens, but again, it would never be the same as hearing the roaring crowd, or seeing the flashing light sticks in person. 

Chan stabbed at his piece of pizza, still too hot so he'd been using a fork till it cooled off.

"We've been talking about it....but it really all depends on the patterns Covid shows as the dates near." 

Chan could feel the sadness amongst the table, his heart aching to give them what they want. "I'll keep trying though, I promise."

"It's okay Chan Hyung, we know your trying your best!" Felix exclaimed, his bright smile and enthusiasm cheering the table up. "Yeah Hyung, don't stress, you do a lot for us already." Jeongin added, Chan cooing at the sudden softness from the maknae's.

The night continued just like that. Finishing dinner as they talked happily, talked about the things they wanted to do, made jokes that had to have been ages old with how it still made the room fall into deep fits of giggles. The sun going down, changing the colors of the rooms as it shone through the wide windows. By nightfall 3Racha had sent themselves off to the company claiming that had work they needed to finish for Stay, the rest staying home and being baby sat by Minho.

His form of 'babysitting' of course wasn't babysitting at all. In fact he'd gone on to do his own thing claiming that they were old enough to do what they pleased and that Chan just liked to baby them. Though Minho did too, he was more in the mood to lounge around than baby them. Which eventually would turn into babying them but he refused to let that truth slip out. So of course, he found himself and Hyunjin in their shared room, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin forming their own cuddle pile on the couch in the living room.

"You never really told us why you don't like Jiwoo." Minho sudden claimed, Making Hyunjin stiffen at the small desk he sat at, creating another piece of art he hoped would please Stay. 

"So?"

"So what?" Hyunjin mumbled, no very amused with where he saw this conversation going. He'd already somewhat done it with Chan, he didn't know how much lying he could do, he didn't know how much more heart breaking he could take. But he knew he couldn't let it out, he couldn't risk the safety and innocence of his team when he could bare the storm himself.

"So why don't you like him? You normally work pretty well with really any choreographer, what's the difference now?" Minho questioned, sitting up from the bundle he turned himself into. It was then he could see the tenseness Hyunjin was in, how his shoulders seemed to be raised and tight. His head unmoving as he stared at the canvas below him.

"Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin sighed, getting up from the desk and sauntering over to Minho, ready to plop himself down into the open arms Minho had made ready. Once he was in Minhos embrace, the elder draped the Blanket over them, pulling Hyunjin closer, welcoming him to talk.

"It's probably just me being dramatic." Hyunjin lied, hoping his Hyung would believe him since they both knew he tended to be a bit dramatic. But Minho, who'd grown great at reading his brothers, knew that Hyunjin's body language wasn't just being Dramatic.

"Hyun, i'm pretty sure your not, so please tell me." Minho begged, something Hyunjin would for sure make fun of him for if it weren't such a serious conversation. The boy frowned, "I dunno, I just—he creeps me out. I don't know for sure what it is but....he isn't like any other choreographer."

Hyunjin hoped Minho wouldn't ask him anything further, but fate doesn't always go his way. "What makes you think he's creepy?" Minho himself had a hunch, upset at himself that he hadn't taken that hunch seriously. Hyunjin felt himself get emotional, felt himself panic as he realized he couldn't control what his mouth would choose to say anymore. 

"I feel like he's always staring at me, prowling around me more than anyone else. His voice changes around me, and it always sounds like he's cornered his prey." Hyunjin didn't like anything that escaped his lips, but he was thankful he hadn't let his past experience with the choreographer slip.

"Oh Hyunjin..." Minho pulled the boy closer, if possible, tucking him into his chest, as if to block him from the world. Minho couldn't deny that even he noticed the presence that Jiwoo liked to keep around Hyunjin. Hyunjin's words were an exact replica of what Minho had thought, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. All of them had become pretty protective of Hyunjin, so he'd thought maybe he was just over reacting, maybe he was trying to keep Hyunjin out of harms reach.

But if the boy said it himself? When Hyunjin said everything Minho had seen? This wasn't just him being protective, this was something that was really happening. 

"Do you want to tell the others?" Minho had asked after a few minutes of silence. He didn't want to scare the boy in his arms away, he didn't want to tread on unwanted grounds.

Hyunjin shook his head. "It's just two months, I can make it through."

Minho frowned, "But Hyun it's only day one with Jiwoo, what if this gets worse? What if two months does more damage than your willing to admit?"

Hyunjin pulled his head out of hiding, looking up to his Hyung with worried but determined eyes, "Hyung I have to. Please, I can't drag us down, not again. Telling Chan would mean him finding another choreographer, and they don't appear from thin air."

Minho continued to frown, hating how Hyunjin's hiatus had affected him so, but also by the fact that the boy wasn't pushing through for himself, but for the team. Sometimes it was best to take care of yourself, to let yourself come first. And that seemed to be a lost concept for Hyunjin.

Minho hated telling Hyunjin that he wouldn't spill, that he'd allow the younger to continue working without spilling his fears. He hated that he was allowing Hyunjin to go through that when he knows the boy had gone through so much already. Though This didn't stop his from watching Jiwoo with a serious intent. His eyes followed the man's every movement, well to his capability. 

To say after three weeks, he was disgusted. In a way, he was also disgusted in the team, how they somehow missed every little thing Jiwoo had done. But then again, they didn't know, they didn't know to watch the man, they didn't know what exactly to look for that would raise red flags. It still hurt though, and Minho was losing his mind watching Hyunjin take this like he'd deserved it. 

He'd seen Jiwoos eyes fall back over to Hyunjin through the mirror, hating how it was evident he wasn't just eying over his dancing. Minho hated how Jiwoo would go over to 'correct' a move and his hand would inevitably end up on Hyunjin's ass. He'd notice Hyunjin flinch, holding in a cry for help. It was tearing Minhos heart that Hyunjin didn't want him to do anything to stop it. Yet it was so evident the boy was scared and secretly wishing to be saved.

Yet all Minho could do was watch, and watch till there was only one week left with Jiwoo. The man had gotten braver, thinking that he was being real smooth when Minho was well aware of everything he was doing. He remembers laying in bed with Hyunjin when the week was almost over, the boy cuddled into his side, crying to his hearts content.

"A couple more days." Minho had tried his best to comfort him, "And then it'll be over and Hyung will protect you from anything and everything." He was rubbing the boys back, he thankful that his sniffles seemed to be dying down. 

"You already do protect me Hyung." Hyunjin had whispered, his voice a bit hoarse from crying. "Yeah because this whole Jiwoo thing is really evident of that Jinnie." He felt Hyunin slap his chest, earning a playful yelp.

"It's not anyones fault but my own. You can't protect me if this is what i've chosen."

"It still hurts though Hyunjin, it hurts watching him and not being able to do anything." Minho admitted, feeling the younger melt further into his embrace. "I feel like i'm betraying you each and every time."

"You aren't betraying me if I told you to stay quite and let the months go. Trust me Hyung, none of this is your doing." Minho didn't say anything after that. Still torn, the emotions still brewing. Hyunjin's words made sense, but why couldn't his brain full wrap around them? Why wouldn't his heart accept that he wasn't doing anything wrong?

Maybe it's because no matter what boundaries you have, watching someone you've come to love dearly in pain makes you feel weak. When this someone is like a younger brother to you, and you can't help but feel like a useless older brother, a Hyung who was meant to protect. Minho pushed these thoughts away, happy that Jiwoo hadn't done anything worse than what he'd seen. Happy that despite the fear and uneasiness, Hyunjin hadn't lost his bearings, lost himself. 

The next practice, there were three days left of the week, three days left of satan himself and then Hyunjin was free. Yet walking into the dance studio that day, he felt off, felt wrong, like something wasn't going to go as he'd hoped. He tried to shake it off as just being scared but excited that his freedom had drawn so close. 

Knowing his freedom was so close, he tried to shake off everything Jiwoo did. From the squeezing and slapping of his behind, to the sickening smirks. From the naked feeling glare to the licks of his lips. From the hand daring to go up and under his shirt to the squeeze of his thigh. He'd put on a smile for everyone but Jiwoo, glaring him down but not letting him drag him down.

Practice was coming to an end, and hey we're currently drinking from their water bottles or wiping down the couch they'd sat on with disinfectant wipes. "Can you believe it? I only have three days left with you guys." Jiwoo whined, making Minho mumble a 'good riddance' under his breath. 

"I know! It's so sad! You've been such a fun choreographer!" Felix exclaimed, a pout registered on his lips. The others, except for a certain two hummed in a agreement, "Maybe you can come in a practice with us and Erin some time!" Changbin suggested, currently feeling as upset as the others who'd liked Jiwoo.

Jiwoo smiled, and only to Hyunjin and and Minho did it seem wicked. "I'd love that, just give me a holler." Hyunjin and Minho hoped that there would never be a time like that. They both hoped to be believed in when they spilled the truth. 

"I actually have a gift for each of you, my way of saying thanks and that I enjoyed my time here." Jiwoo grabbed his bag and pulled out 8 Packages. Each were labeled with their names in fancy cursive writing. The wrapping job wasn't the best, but 'it was the thought that mattered.' 

He started to hand them out, except kept the last one, the name Hyunjin plastered in the center. "Hyunjin's gift is actually a bit more personal, and it's a bit embarrassing for me to give out with all you watching. I'm sure he'll share with you what it is back at the dorms, but if you could give us a couple minutes alone so I can get the embarrassment out of the way." Jiwoo acted all shy, his face becoming a bit red as he fidgeted with the present in his hands.

Chan, being the understanding man he is, "Of course Hyung! We totally understand. Hyunjin we'll be down in the Café, want anything?" Hyunjin shook his head, trying to hide the absolute fear he was feeling. He didn't dare look at Minho either, he knew he'd break if he did. They each left the room and Hyunjin grew more worried and scared as each member walked out, leaving him and Jiwoo alone on the couch.

Jiwoo gave him a smirk once the door shut, then he turned and watched the door. "Hyunjin I know we had a bit of a tough start, but i'm glad that you grew fond of me..." He still watched the door with each mockery he spoke. Hyunjin realized that Jiwoo was watching the shadows from under the door because it was evident someone still stood on the other side of that door, most likely eavesdropping.

Thus Hyunjin froze when the shadows disappeared, his only hope, his protective shield, was gone. The 'present' was quickly set to the side as Jiwoo jumped to cover Hyunjin's mouth before the boy could scream, this setting off every alarm system in Hyunjin. 

He squirmed and fought to the best of his ability, though it did nothing once the present turned out to be a pair of handcuffs that were quickly latched into his hands and forced above his head. The hand never left his mouth, shutting his up and leaving him open to whatever Jiwoo had in store.

The man ended up straddled over Hyunjin, leaning over by his ear, "You know how long i've wanted to do this Hwang? How much you've been on my mind or how hard it's been to contain myself around you till now?" Hyunjin only whimpered, staring up at Jiwoo with fearful and tearing up eyes.

A hand found it's way up and under Hyunjin's shirt, the boy feel exposed and out of control. He felt even worse when it was quite evident that the creep on his chest was turned on with the bulge in his pants. Hyunjin was disgusted and wanted nothing but to kick the guy off.

So that's what he tried. Using his legs he kicked Jiwoo, landing a kick close enough to the neither regions, than another one that sent him off. The hand was ripped from his mouth and Hyunjin took that chance to use his vocal cords,

"MINHO HYUNG!!!"

With Jiwoo curled into himself on the floor next to the couch, Hyunjin also took the chance to try and run, still trying to reach help in the process. "HYUNGS!!!!" He hoped the little time that had passed meant they were still near.

In his dash to the door he was tripped and pulled backward, the body immediately being replaced onto his body again. "You bitch. I've waited to long for you to ruin this." Jiwoo seethed, realizing he was running out of time, he started working quicker. "NO! STO-"

The hand was back on his mouth as Jiwoo messed with his pants. Hyunjin had been so, so close and yet he was stuck again and the fear was taking over his body too. His breathing was picking up and his chest struggled to keep up. Tears had blurred his vision, and all he could do was keep squirming. Jiwoo rocked back and forth as he sat atop Hyunjin, and seemed to be getting himself off while Hyunjin felt absolutely nothing. Not that he wanted to, in fact that was the reason he felt nothing. He didn't want any of this.

Jiwoo grunted, an evil giggle leaving his mouth as he continued. Both were still clothed, but Jiwoo seemed to be reaching the point where he would make that change.

"GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!!" Jiwoo jumped, the studio door bashing open as Minho and Chan stormed in, Security right behind them. Chan was quick to storm towards Jiwoo who now looked terrified himself. Jiwoo was off Hyunjin in a second, forced down to the ground by Chan and the security guards. Minho had quickly gotten by Hyunjin's side, fetching the key from the 'present' and letting the boys wrists free.

Minhos heart broke at the sight before him. Hyunjin was shaking horribly, his hands still stuck from where Minho had uncuffed them. His breathing was ragged and tears still flew down his cheeks. The boys eyes finally trailed over to meet Minhos, "H-Hyung-"

"Shhhh, Hyungs here." Minho quickly pulled the boy up, careful to watch for any reactions that would show a fear in touch. Though Hyunjin didn't show any, in fact was quite desperate to be in a safe hold, grasping onto Minho like his life depended on it.

"ITS HIS FAULT!!" Jiwoo caught the attention of the two as he was being detained by security. "ITS HIM WHO STARTED IT! WHORE THINKS HE CAN GET WHAT HE WANTS JUST BY HIS FAME. HE FORCED HIMSELF ON ME!!" Hyunjin flinched at every shout, cowering into Minhos hold. 

"Sir explain why he was in handcuffs then." One of the security guards demanded, Jiwoo going silent the moment he realized what they walked in on didn't lean towards his side. "That's what I thought. Come on you creep." Jiwoo was now the one if handcuffs as he was dragged out, cussing everyone out as he went. 

By the time he was fully out of the room, Hyunjin had hidden himself against Minhos chest, allowing more tears to fall. Some were still out of the pure terror and shock, while the others were happiness; It was over, Jiwoo was gone. Chan walked over to the two on the floor, guilt filling his heart. He was about to speak when Minho out his hand up to silence him. 

"Let's get him home first okay?" 

Chan nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with a sadness that made Minho feel bad. The two helped Hyunjin stand, who was like a baby fawn on its first day, leading him down to the café where everyone else was.

"Hyung we have to go back." Minho was begging Chan while the rest sat around the large table they'd obtained. Chan sighed, "Minho, I don't understand why you feel the need to check on the two of them! Jiwoo is just giving him a gift like he did the each of us. It's just a bit more personal since they didn't start out well." 

Minho shook his head rapidly, "No Hyung seriously we need to go back, you don't understand-"

"Then make me understand." Chan growled. The rest of the group had sat timidly and quietly as the two eldest baffled it out. 

"I-"

"Make me Understand Minho."

Chan was being a dick and it got on Minhos nerves far more than it normally should have. And maybe it was because he knew something they didn't. But maybe that was exactly the point. "Because Jiwoo has been Sexually harassing Hyunjin from the very start!"

If the room hadn't been quite before, it definitely was now. "W-What?"

Minho scoffed, highly disappointed in his hyung, "You heard me. Now is your brain still not going to work or are you going to go back there with me before the bastard has the ability to do worse?" Chan was desperate, quickly sitting up, knocking his chair back a ways with a loud screech. 

With the tone of a parent, "You guys stay here, and I mean it." They had nodded of course, seeing as how serious the situation was and how serious their leader was. Once he'd gotten the confirmation that his team wouldn't move a muscle from that table, Chan had grabbed Minhos hand and the two raced back to the studio one of them had thought contained nothing but happy memories.

Chan, Hyunjin, Minho and Changbin piled into one taxi while the other four climbed into another one right behind them. Once the trio had gotten down to the cafe, smiles of hope had broken onto the out of the loop five. Soon bombarding Hyunjin with enough questions to make him dizzy and give a pleading look to Chan. Hence why they were heading home now. Hyunjin was tired and had yet to really say much. Though he didn't plan to change that till he truly felt comfortable and safe.

That being said, he'd stuck to Minhos side until they'd gotten to the dorm. During the ride home his eyes had gotten extremely heavy. Between crying, practice, and having been on the edge of a panic attack, he was exhausted. It also didn't help that Minho had been playing with his hair or drawing little shapes all over his shoulders and back. Once the older had realized Hyunjin's head was bobbing, he laid the boys head on his shoulder, quietly telling him to 'sleep, Hyung will be here when you wake up.'

Which he was, and Hyunjin did. Shortly after given the okay, the boy had fallen asleep for the entirety of the trip back to the dorms. Once they had gotten to the dorms, all the Hyungs in the car had decided that the sleep Hyunjin was getting may be beneficial to what he was feeling. So they let him sleep on, and Changbin offered to carry the boy in. Once they were inside, Chan directed that Changbin put the sleeping boy on the couch, that way he could be watched.

For Chan feared that even if he was sleeping, Hyunjin might get a nightmare similar to what he'd experienced. Chan wanted to be there for him if that was the case. He also wanted to talk with Hyunjin as soon as the boy would wake up, and he was sure that feeling was the same for everyone. Two hours later Chan realized that either the boy was tired from practice, or the whole problem with Jiwoo had effected his sleep schedule. The boy was still asleep and none of the others had any plans to change that.

Another hour later, Hyunjin woke up. He was buried under a thick blanket that was tucked under him so it stayed out for the most part. He could hear the quiet chatter from the kitchen, and in recalling the day, feared the conversation was probably about him. 

"Hyun." 

How he'd missed the entire body at the other end of the couch, who knows. But it still scared him half to death, and Chan found this quite amusing. "How you feeling?"

Hyunjin pondered on that question. There really was so many different solutions of feeling. How was he feeling mentally? Lost. How bout Physically? Violated. But what about Physically Physically? Each touch of his skin lingered, as if they would continue. There really were so many ways to answer Chan because feeling carried on to so many different sections that felt differently. "Like my body isn't mine."

That seemed to satisfy all the different feelings for Hyunjin. But Chan frowned. "I'm sorry."

Hyunjin sat up at the speed of light. What was with his Hyungs apologizing for things out of their control? For things Hyunjin didn't want them to take part in? "Please don't be sorry. If anyones sorry it's me for not telling you, so now you feel this way when it's my fault in the end."

Chan huffed, but nodded. He still felt like a piece of shit, but he wouldn't let that dwell on Hyunjin. "Did he—has this happened before?" He dared question, walking on a tightrope. Thankfully, Hyunjin shook his head, then stared at his lap. 

"No, that's the farthest he'd ever tried to take it. Otherwise he just touches me, stares at me, whispers horrid things in my ears, and smirks at me like he'd going to win, going to take my body." Chan's heart shattered. How had he not noticed? It had been so noticeable from the start. From the start. 

"You knew him beforehand didn't you." Chan questioned, noticing that Minho now stood in the kitchen doorway, silently listening. Hyunjin's back had faced the boy, and Chan had no intention of exposing him.

Hyunjin nodded again. "He was our choreographer for my Psycho performance. And he didn't the same things he did to me during these two months." Hyunjin saw the tears forming in his Hyungs eyes and panicked.

"Please don't blame yourself Hyung! Trust me I wanted to tell each and every one of you, I wanted to get rut of him, avoid this problem as much as possible...but he threatened Innie and I-I Couldn't let that happen." Minhos hand was over his mouth in shock, this story was new to both Hyungs. "And it was just two months, I figured I could survive for the better, the better of not dragging the team behind, and to protect you guys."

It was Chan's turn to bring the boy into his embrace. Though Hyunjin wasn't crying and maybe it was for Chan's own comfort, but Hyunjin hugged back like he needed it too. Chan had watched Minho walk back into the kitchen to watch the others, and Chan internally thanked him for giving him some time with Hyunjin. Once Chan pulled away, he wiped his tears, a little bit embarrassed that he'd cried in front of the younger. 

"Please come to us if anything like this happens  again. I know you feared for our safety, but i'd rather you be safe and know that I must protect each of you than unknowingly letting you burn while we run through flower fields." Chan grabbed Hyunjin's hands, giving them a squeeze, "There's so many ways I can protect you guys If I just know what's going on."

Hyunjin nodded, and Chan smiled. "Now, let's steer away from the past okay? How about some dinner? Minho made some ramen and bulgogi." Hyunjin smiled at that. Smiled at how easy the days events seemed to fade away under Chan's care. He followed Chan to the kitchen, still holding on of his hands, only letting go when Chan led him to sit next to Minho.

There was already a plate of the warm food in his spot, and Minho gave him a warm smile when Hyunjin looked his way. Half way during dinner Hyunjin snuck his hand under the table to grab at Minhos free hand, searching for a touch that wouldn't send him down fear lane. Minho held his hand with ease, thankful to be a source of comfort towards Hyunjin. 

After dinner, the two found themselves in Minhos bed again, Hyunjin sprawled out on his Hyung. He was already tired again with Minho messing with his hair, giving him goosebumps. When he felt his eyelids become hard to keep open, he felt Minho move slightly, draping a blanket over them. 

Hyunjin snuggled more into his Hyung, allowing sleep to take over and give him the chance to move to the next day, leaving this day in the past. But of course his day couldn't end without the light peck on his head and a quiet

"Goodnight Jinnie, sleep well love."