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Chapter 14: But I Fell In Love With The Fever

Notes:

the title is quite fitting i do have a fever
sorry its so short

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"Let me out!" Minho shouted, banging against the door. 

 

"We gave you an opportunity, and you fucking lost it," Chan hissed, slamming it shut as he chuckled. Minho's hands slid down the door, trying desperately to get out. 

 

"You can't do this to him," Minho whispered, slouching and curling into himself. The window, always following Seungmin's view, always picturing him, stood guiltily to the left. He glanced over to see the others suffocating him, surrounding him and overstimulating him and hurting him. "Jisung-where are you?" he begged, searching the picture for any sign. "Help him, Jisungie, please," 


Seungmin was crying. 

 

And they loved it. 

 

Minho shuddered when Jeongin licked the side of his face, lapping up the tears falling from his face. Hyunjin wiped the wetness from his face and forced the damp finger in Seungmin's mouth, and the older sighed in delight. 

 

"WHERE ARE YOU, JISUNG? WHERE ARE YOU?!" Minho cried, punching the wall. The wall was unbreakable. He'd known from experience. 

 

"Minho?" a soft voice asked. Minho turned around, eyes searching. 

 

"Sunghoon? Sunghoon?" Minho called out. A soft-featured man walked in, a kind smile on his face, and cupped Minho's cheek. 

 

"I'm sorry. You can't save him, Min, it's too late," the voice spiraled, lower and lower until he disappeared, fading into the shadows. 

 

"No!" the yell tore through Minho, reaching out. Someone cackled at the top of the staircase. Minho's head whipped around to see Chan. He stood there, casually, smug and confident. 

 

"You really thought he was there?" 

 

"No," 

 

"You did. Do you really want that to happen to Seungmin?"  Chan said, his face full of false innocence. Minho only saw red. 

 

"No! You leave him alone. Find someone else. Anyone except him," Minho choked on the last sentence. 

 

"Anyone? Even Sunghoon?"

 

"He's dead," 

 

"Alive enough in your mind,"

 

"You sick bastards-"

 

"He likes it. He just needs to get used to it," Chan said, knowing exactly what Minho was thinking. 

 

"You're assaulting him," Minho spat. Chan shot a glare to him, a warning to shut up before something dangerous happened. 

 

"We're loving him," 

 

"You don't even know what love means," 

 

"You're the same as us, Wrath. You need to accept it. Jisung has," Chan said, twirling his words around sweetly. 

 

"Jisung," Minho's eyes widened. 

 

"Look at him now," Chan said, pointing to the window. 

 

Jisung was holding Seungmin against the wall, choking him, squeezing the younger's throat as his face was slick with tears. Jeongin and Hyunjin were kissing his tears away greedily, as Seungmin's breath was faltering. 

 

"No, Jisungie," Minho whispered. 

 

Who was going to save Seungmin now?

 

Notes:

i'm sorry minho 😭