After lunch, Chan and Changbin went to their apartment to pack clothes and some other stuff they might need at Minho and Jisungs.

Chan mainly packed his equipment in case they wanted to record something. Not that he expected it, but it made more sense to take the things directly with them if they were already in their apartment anyway.

Changbin stood undecided in their living room and looked around.

"Have you ever noticed how much more comfortable Jisungs and Minho's apartment is? Ours looks really bald..."

Chan put down the bag he was about to bring to the front door and pulled Changbin into his arms.

"Yes, I noticed when I was here to get the things for the stay in the hospital."

Changbin leaned his head against Chan's shoulder and took a deep breath. Chan was his home, his refuge and his smell something that calmed him down.

"Why don't we all live together?" he finally asked.

"I- I honestly haven't thought about it yet. But I have to admit that I like the thought. The question remains what Ji and Minho say about it."

"We should ask them," Changbin muttered, then pulled Chan to him and kissed him.

Smiling, Chan returned the kiss and was tempted to pull Changbin to the sofa. It had been a while since they had time for themselves and the togetherness between them had been clearly neglected.

But Changbin broke the kiss and shook his head slightly.

"I don't want to say that I don't want to have some fun with you, but I really don't feel comfortable leaving the two alone for much longer. Minho seems mentally stable, but I think he does so for Ji. The whole thing took a tall on him pretty much."

Chan nodded. "Yes, you're right. Then let's go. And maybe still buy some groceries on the way. I don't think they really have anything edible at home."

Minho and Jisung had actually done little less than lying snuggled together on the sofa.

But Minho had something on his mind that he urgently wanted to get rid of.

He sat down and looked at Jisung thoughtfully.

"Baby, you know we have to go to the headquarters tomorrow to make our statements?"

Jisung nodded unhappy and began to play nervously with his fingers on the wool blanket.

"Would you like to go through your statement with me beforehand?"

Jisung looked at him uncertainly. Actually, he told Minho everything. And actually he wanted to talk to Minho about everything. But he was insanely afraid that Minho would leave him.

"But I can't lose you..." Jisung murmured desperately. Tears ran down his face and he didn't know if he would rather bury his face on Minho's shoulder or in a pillow.

Minho took the decision from him and pulled him in his arms.

"Baby, no matter what you tell me, no matter what they did to you, I won't leave you! I didn't propose to you for fun, but because I want to spend my life with you! And nothing that has happened and nothing that will happen can change anything about it!"

He gently put his hand under Jisung's chin and raised his head. He carefully wiped away tears and kissed Jisung.

"I love you!"

"I love you too," Jisung murmured and began to tell faltering what had happened after he left the studio. He didn't remember everything anymore, the drugs had made sure that some memories were just blurred and Jisung couldn't really grasp them.

But he still knew the relevant parts and it would be enough to put all the guys into jail for a long time.

Minho looked at him in astonished when Jisung sat on and took off his Shirt. Without saying a word, he turned his head to the side and pointed to his shoulder.

Minho clenched his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. He didn't know why he hadn't noticed the bite mark in Jisung's shoulder before, but he hadn't just noticed it until now.

"He did even more than that...", Jisung's voice was little more than a whisper.

He had the feeling as if his throat was constricting.

"He- undressed me and touched me... everywhere," tears ran over Jisung's cheeks again. He had lowered his head. He felt like he couldn't look at Minho.

Minho pulled him to himself wordlessly and Jisung felt surprised how tears were dripped on his skin.

But he knew that he had to tell the end of it now. Bad enough that he had to tell all this again tomorrow, but he didn't know if he would have the strength to talk to Minho about it again.

"He- hit me and choked me... and if the other guy hadn't stopped him... then- then he would have raped me too... he already had the pants down..."

Minho had to make an exhausting effort to understand what Jisung said, the younger spoke so quietly.

His fingernails drilled into the palms of his hands. He would have liked to have broken something.

It was difficult for Minho to stay calm. He couldn't do anything against the tears that ran down his face at the moment, he knew he wasn't allowed to freak out now.

He gently kissed Jisung wherever he could reach to assure him that it didn't matter what he had told him. That he still loved him and was not disgusted by him.

Without Jisung having pronounced it, Minho knew that the younger one was insanely afraid of it.

They both heard the front door open, but neither of them could react to it.

Chan and Changbin came into the living room, dropped their bags worried and ran to the sofa.

Without asking what was going on, they sat down and hugged the two.

Slowly the two calmed down again. Jisung because he could finally see that Minho still loved him, despite what he had just told him.

And Minho because he realized that he wasn't alone. That he could let himself go for a moment because Chan sat behind him and caught him.

He didn't mind being strong for Jisung. But hearing what the creeps had done to his fiancé was anything but easy. And yet he knew it had been the right thing to do. Because Jisung seemed to be doing a little better.

He took a deep breath and let himself sink against Chan. He was very grateful that Chan and Changbin had come back at just right in time.

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