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When Minho wakes up in the morning, he normally feels good, refreshed even. He loves waking up next to Jisung every morning and staring at him as the sun softly shines on his face.
Maybe it was the fact Jisung was already out of bed that made him feel less refreshed or maybe it was the fact he went to sleep really late the night before. Maybe he was getting nervous about the day knowing they were to meet a new choreographer today who’s going to be assisting their main choreographer.
The group has had their fair share of various choreographers, some of them good but many were degrading. The thing was, Minho didn’t know those choreographers were saying horrible things to his members until Jeongin came crying to him one night. Minho was understandably enraged. He took it upon himself to go to their managers to fire each and every choreographer who’s ever hurt his members.
Maybe this is why Minho was nervous. It’s already a stressful time, he doesn’t want anyone to be hurt by another douchebag.
Minho sat up from the bed and stretched out before actually getting up and getting himself ready for the day. Once he finished, he glanced at the time. 10:36am. He walked out of the bedroom where he found Jisung already sitting in the kitchen, looking like he was waiting for Minho to cook.
“Morning, jagi.” Minho kissed the back of Jisung’s neck as he hugged him from behind.
“Hi baby.” Jisung smiled. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Minho snuggled closer into Jisung. “Just missed you when I woke up.”
Jisung chuckled. “Sorry baby. Channie hyung called me saying he wanted to see if I had a copy of a track that he somehow lost in his files.”
“Him, losing a track? That’s very odd of him.” Minho laughed lightly as he pulled away from Jisung.
“I know right. He said he’s already at the company. We’ll have to go a bit earlier than we’re supposed to so I can give him my drive to copy the file.”
“Okay. What do you want to eat?” Minho asked as he opened the fridge.
“We can just do eggs. Something quick.” Jisung smiled at Minho.
“Do you know if anyone else is awake?” Minho asked as he took out the eggs.
“No, they’re not getting up until eleven.” Jisung answered.
Minho hummed in response as he got to work. Within the next ten minutes he finished and they quickly ate before leaving the apartment.
They walked with their arms looped together and were humming along to some of their discography. They got into the building and went their separate ways, Jisung to the recording studio and Minho to the practice room.
“Ah, Minho! You’re here early. Great timing actually, I wanted you to meet the new choreographer before the rest of your group does since I know it’s a bit hard for them with their fears and all.” The main choreographer, Junwon, said, empathy evident in his voice.
“Oh, yeah, sure. That’s great actually. Is he already here?” Minho asked as he set his dance bag down.
“He should be coming in here any minute now.” Junwon smiled.
The two conversed, waiting for the new choreographer. Soon enough, he walked into the practice room.
“Alright! Minho, this is Minjun. Minjun, this is Minho, Stray Kids’s dance leader.” Junwon announced.
“Hi, Minho-ssi. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Minjun greeted, holding his hand out for a handshake.
Something seems off about you.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” Minho smiled and shook hands with the other man.
“I must ask, how long do your practices last for?” Minjun asked almost shyly.
“Typically the choreographers spend about two hours with us in the studio and then just us as a group practices for another hour.” Minho answered, slightly weary.
“Ah, I see. Well, I’m extremely excited to be working with you all.” Minjun slightly bowed his head.
Maybe it won’t be too bad.
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Practice started off as usual; everyone helping each other stretch, messing around a bit, and having fun. Within the next few minutes, Minjun began introducing himself.
“Hello everyone! My name is Minjun and I’m excited to be working with you all.” Minjun bowed his head.
“Welcome to the team!” Chan greeted with a big smile on his face.
Minho sees straight through the smile. Channie doesn’t seem to trust him either.
“You kids ready to get to work?” Junwon smiled, earning multiple hums from the members.
For the next two hours they practiced for an upcoming show that they would be performing at in the U.S. They made improvements and changes here and there. To Minho, it was great seeing everyone working so hard and still having so much fun. He wishes he didn’t feel Minjun’s eyes on him the entire time.
Once Minjun and Junwon left, the group decided to take a break to calm their breathing.
“So, what do you guys think of the new choreographer?” Minho asked, hoping his uneasiness wasn’t him going crazy.
“He seems pretty okay. I think he just stares too hard.” Changbin snorted.
“He seems cool. I mean y’know, he doesn’t give a mean vibe in my opinion.” Jeongin gave a shy smile.
“I think he just needs to adjust to working with our group. Nothing special.” Hyunjin shrugged.
“I second that.” Felix agreed.
“I triple that.” Jisung said with a smile that made everyone laugh.
“He seems average.” Seungmin nodded.
“I guess we’ll just have to see.” Chan gave a tight lipped smile. “What about you, Minho-ya? What do you think of him?”
“Uh, I guess he’s okay.” Minho settled for the simple answer. How was he supposed to explain why he felt off about Minjun when he didn’t have anything to prove that he’s bad?
“I’m going to use the restroom real quick.” Minho said as he picked himself up from the floor.
“Okay, but be quick. The show is only two weeks away and we need to be prepared.” Chan called out quickly.
“Yes, hyung, I’ll be quick, promise.” Minho said, faux annoyance in his voice.
Chan only smiled before Minho walked out of the room. The closest restroom to this specific practice room was all the way on the other end of the hallway, which is really a true annoyance to Minho.
When he entered the restroom he gagged at what he saw. Minjun was jerking off in the bathroom. Not in a stall or anything. Just standing in the middle of the restroom with his pants down.
“Oh my god.” Minho muttered before immediately turning around and trying to exit the restroom before he felt a hand grab his wrist.
“Don’t tell anybody, Minho.” Minjun held Minho’s body close to his own.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I’ll just go back to practice.” Minho tried to free his arm from Minjun’s grip but the hand only held him harder.
“I actually have a different idea now that you’re here.” Minjun smirked and quickly manuvered to lock the restroom door.
“Wha-” Minho had no time to react before Minjun’s lips were on his.
Minho pushed Minjun back, hard. “What the hell? I don’t care if you’re jerking off in here but don’t drag me into it. That’s weird.”
“You little shit.” Minjun grunted, voice laced with malice.
Minho had barely moved an inch before Minjun pushed him back and pinned him to the wall, his hands being held above him.
“You know I’m stronger than you. You know that I can manhandle you. That must be what you want right? Since you want to put up a fight.” Minjun smirked, malice laced in his voice.
“W-what I want is for you to leave me alone.” Minho stuttered.
Minjun took a pill out from his jacket pocket and placed it to Minho’s lips. “Open for me, baby.”
Minho shook his head, trying to get the pill away from his lips.
“I said open and if you don’t listen to me I won’t hesitate to make my move on I.N. You’re both very cute.” Minjun’s smile made Minho’s blood boil.
“Don’t you fucking touch hi-” Before Minho could realize his mistake, the pill was shoved into his mouth, almost immediately going down his throat.
Minjun placed his lips back on Minho’s and pressed his body against the latter’s. Minho tried to use his knees but that was out of the question in his position.
Chan-hyung, please come find me.
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“Hyung, it’s been twenty minutes now, where is Minho-hyung?” Changbin asked as he walked up to Chan who was sitting in the corner.
“It’s been twenty minutes already?” Chan looked almost alarmed.
“Yeah, hyung. Are you okay?” Changbin looked confused.
“No, it’s just I was so distracted talking to Hannah. Something happened to Berry and I was just super focused on finding out what’s going on. I’ll go find him.” Chan got up from the floor quickly and opened the door.
Before he could exit, Minho walked back in seemingly a bit out of character.
“Sorry, I ended up talking to somebody.” Minho grunted as he walked to his dance bag.
He dug into his bag to make sure he had his extra pair of sweatpants and hoodie in there so he could change as soon as practice was over. He looked back at his members.
“Ready to continue?” Minho asked with a forced smile.
“Yeah, but can we cut it down to just a half hour today? I promised my little brother I’d call him around four today. I don’t want to disappoint him, he’s got a new project to show me.” Jeongin asked, sheepishly.
“Yeah, that’s fine. I was thinking of cutting it short anyway.” Minho nodded.
Minho went to start up the music track before taking his position amongst the other members. They started practicing, Minho trying to focus on taking mental notes of what needs to be tweaked.
It was going fine for about fifteen minutes until Minho’s vision blurred and he fell on his ankle.
“Fuck.” Minho muttered as he grasped his ankle.
“Are you okay, baby?” Jisung was at his side immediately.
“Y-yeah just give me a second.” Minho tried to assure that he was fine despite the after effects of the drug affecting him.
“Let’s just call off practice now, okay? Maybe we can order some takeout when we get home.” Chan suggested as he held out a hand to help Minho up.
Minho accepted the help and pulled himself up. “Yeah, hyung, that’s fine. My ankle doesn’t hurt too much. I’ll be fine, I just need to walk it out.”
“You sure hyung?” Felix asked, the concern written all over his face.
Minho only nodded before walking towards his dance bag. “Let me just change really quick.”
“Let me come with you, my shirt is drenched.” Hyunjin said, heading towards his own bag.
The two dancers walked out of the room and went to the restroom. Upon entering, Minjun was there, washing his hands. Minho tensed before he quickly ran into a stall. He waited to hear the restroom door shut before he tried to change his pants.
Minjun was the whole reason why he needed to change his pants in the first place. He can feel all the dry blood and semen and it makes him feel sick. He fights back his tears and quickly changes. He walked out of the stall and waited for Hyunjin to come out,
Once Hyunjin came out, the two quickly rushed back to the practice room where everyone else was gathering their stuff to leave.
“You all ready?” Chan asked as he looked around the room.
Everyone let out a chorus of agreements. Chan smiled and ushered them all out of the room.
Their walk to their dorm was no more than ten minutes. Everyone was chatting and laughing but Minho couldn’t bring himself to do the same. He felt the ache in his thighs. He wanted to go home. He wanted to go lay in his parents’ house and play with the cats. He wanted to be in his mom’s arms and cry and have her tell him that everything’s going to be okay. But right now, he needs to stay strong for his group. They’re under too much stress for him to worry them with this. It’s almost unnecessary to tell them. It’s not like he can. Minjun’s words played in his mind.
“If you tell the company about this, I won’t hesitate to get I.N. If you try to report me to the police I will find you again one day. Do not test me and be a good boy.”
So, a good boy he will be. Really, he knew it was a threat he could handle but he doesn’t want to risk his maknae getting hurt.
All eight members walked into their shared dorm. Minho made a beeline to his bedroom to grab clothes and went straight to the bathroom. All he wanted to do is get the uncomfortable feeling off of his body.
When he took off his shirt, he thought he would throw up. The sight of his torso being all bruised with hand prints made him want to hurl. He quickly tore his eyes away from the mirror and continued his task. He put the water on to warm up before he removed the rest of his clothes and stepped in.
He scrubbed soap all over his body and scratched everywhere. He scratched until his skin was blaring red. Despite this, the feeling of the man who hurt him was still there. He just wanted it gone. He needs to be okay. He has people who he needs to take care of and he can’t let someone control him.
But everything hurts.