Warning for this chapter, it will include some soft smute... I think I'll never come to the point where I write some real smute in this story. I would try to if you guys want me to. But yeah. At this point it's just some fluffy soft smute mixed with a little angst.

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The apartment was dark and empty, just as they had left it.

Minho could see exactly how Jisung's enthusiasm became less. A pout appeared on his lips and Minho could not help but find him incredibly cute and adorable.

"I'm sure they'll be home soon, baby!"

Jisung was pulled into his arms by Minho and cuddled up to him.

"So and what do we do now until the two come back?" he finally asked after he had decided that he had been grumpy long enough.

Minho shrugged his shoulders.

Finally, they landed on the sofa. Minho had ordered food and now they were both impatiently waiting for it to finally come.

Jisung fidgeted restlessly back and forth on the sofa while Minho watched him. Jisung didn't seem to feel so comfortable, even if Minho had not yet found out why.

When the doorbell finally rang, Jisung jumped up and followed Minho into the hallway, only to find out that only their food had been delivered.

Sighing, he went back to the living room and dropped on the sofa again.

Minho followed him with the food in his hand and looked at him frowning.

"Baby, if you're worried about them, call them."

Jisung looked up caught.

"But I don't want to disturb them either," he muttered.

Minho sighed and gave him the food.

"Here, I'm going to get plates and glasses," he said, disappearing in the kitchen.

As silent as possible, he closed the kitchen door behind him and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

But neither Chan nor Changbin accepted the call. Which led to Minho also being worried. Which he couldn't even share with Jisung if he didn't want the younger to panic.

After a short hesitation, he took a soju bottle out of the fridge and then went back to the living room with plates and the soju.

Jisung raised his eyebrows astonished when he saw the alcohol in Minho's hand, but didn't ask what it was all about.

The food tasted really good, but none of them could really enjoy it.

Minho sincerely hoped that one of the two would get back to them, but his phone would remain silent all evening. No messages, no calls. And Jisung became more nervous the longer they waited.

The bottle with the Soju was still closed on the table. Neither of them had opened them, but Jisung couldn't stand the waiting anymore. He was tempted to call Chan, then again decided against it.

Maybe Chan and Changbin just wanted to spend some time alone. The most absurd thoughts appeared in his head. None of them really made sense, but they drove him crazy.

Finally, he opened the bottle, drank a big sip and then passed it to Minho.

After the third bottle of Soju, they were both more than drunk and were in a little better mood again.

Jisung lay giggling on Minho and poked his sides while Minho tried to free himself.

"Baaby, if you don't want to deal with the consequences, I would suggest you to stop!"

Minho tried to stare at his fiancée evil, but he just laughed and then leaned down to Minho to kiss him.

Minho hadn't expect that.

He moaned surprised and Jisung took the opportunity and gently bit into Minho's lower lip. He had quickly caught himself again and let his hands wander under Jisung shirt.

He couldn't help grinning. That was the Jisung who knew what he wanted and got it.

Minho carefully plucked the hem of Jisung's T-shirt and pulled it over his head after Jisung nodded approvingly.

He retreated a bit, looked Jisung deep into his eyes and took off his T-shirt. Opened the belt and the pants fell to the ground right next to it.

Jisung bit his lip to suppress his moaning. Seconds later, Minho was over him again and gently stroked his hands over Jisung's upper body, towards the hem of his pants. His mouth followed the invisible lines and left moist marks on Jisung's upper body.

Now Jisung could no longer hold back his moaning. He stretched out towards Minho and nodded when he slowly slipped his fingers under the hem of his pants. Without hesitation, he raised his hips to make it easier for Minho to take off his pants.

Again, their lips met. More passionate than before. Minho ran his tongue over Jisung's lip, who immediately opened his mouth moaning.

Minho also moaned and was all too happy to be involved in a tongue kiss by Jisung. He sucked on Jisung's lower lip and immediately wandered deeper. Gently bit into Jisung's neck, which chased the younger wave of arousal through the body.

Jisung moaned and his hands desperately looked for something to hold on to. Finally, he grabbed Minho's hair and pulled on it.

Minho's hands also wandered deeper, slipped under Jisung's boxer shorts, stayed on Jisung's butt and squeezed slightly.

Jisung froze.

Memories shot through his head and he felt like he had to throw up.

With a jerk, the creep finally pulled down his pants and put his hand possessively on Jisung's butt.

Jisung had the feeling that he had to throw up, but could barely pull himself together.

"Please... please stop..."

"Oh, now you're begging. Let's see if I can get a few more screams from you before I have to let you go, puppet."

Jisung shocked his head in panic.

With his hand in front of his mouth, he jumped up and ran into the bathroom. He slammed the bathroom door behind him and had to throw up immediately afterwards.

Gasping, he collapsed next to the toilet. Memory that he had suppressed, or that had been suppressed by the drugs, shot through his head.

Again, his stomach turned around and he had to throw up again.

"Baby?" he heard Minho ask worriedly.

Jisung desperately shook his head and tears ran down his face. He didn't want Minho to see him like that. But he didn't really want to be alone either. He didn't want to feel anything anymore.

Minho stood anxiously in front of the bathroom door. He didn't quite know what had just happened, but in the end it didn't matter. He heard Jisung's sobbing and that was all he needed to know. Jisung wasn't doing well and he would be there for him.

He slowly opened the door and saw Jisung trembling next to the toilet lying on the cold tiles.

"Baby," he whispered in horror, immediately squatted next to him and pulled him into his arms. The tormented expression on Jisung's face made it more than clear how the younger one was doing right now.

Minho carefully lifted him up and stood in the shower with him.

Minho had put him down and pulled him in his arms. The warm water rained down on them, but Jisung hardly noticed that. He clung to Minho, while the thoughts in his head didn't want to give rest.

Every minute that passed was pure torture for both. For Jisung because he was trapped in his memories and could not free himself from it. And for Minho because he could see that Jisung literally went through hell in his thoughts, but he couldn't help him.

He kissed him desperately. Stroke gently with his hands over his body and whispered soothing words to him. None of this reached Jisung.

Minho felt panic rising in himself. It was like at night with Jisung's nightmare. Minho took a deep breath, but it didn't help. Now he felt like he had to throw up.

He retreated a bit from Jisung to be able to look him in the eye. Jisung's eyes were torn open and his gaze scurried around in panic.

He hesitated for seconds. Thought about other ways to get Jisung back to him. The alcohol he had drunk wasn't really helpful. His thoughts were getting confused.

Finally, he pulled out and struck. With the flat hand in Jisung's face.

Jisung shook himself, but his gaze was still as if he were somewhere else and didn't notice Minho at all.

Minho hit him again and finally he could see how Jisung's gaze changed. His eyes were no longer torn open and his gaze were clearer.

Immediately afterwards, Minho rushed out of the shower and threw up.

He got up wheezing and went over to the sink to rinse his mouth to get rid of the disgusting taste.

Seconds later, Jisung stood behind him and pulled him in his arms. Wet and trembling, they held on to each other. Tears ran over their faces and neither of them said a word.

After taking a proper shower, they went to bed. Cuddled closely together, they held on to each other and tried to sleep.

Which was not so easy. The absence of Chan and Changbin was even more noticeable than before. In addition, neither of them had processed what had just happened.

Nevertheless, they fell asleep exhausted at some point.

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Question for the next Chanbin chapter, do you guys want a sweet fluffy chapter for their absence or a little more painful scary one?