Happy Dream comeback day and happy birthday to Chen's daughter!!

⚠ WARNING ⚠: implications of non-consensual sexual content, trauma, violence, I'm not crying you are, I'm so fucking sorry..

Jaemin didn't even knock on the door, bursting in and looking around.

"Renjun? Yangyang? Guys?" He called frantically as more thoughts of what could go wrong flowed through his head. It could be too late...

"Jaemin! We're up here!!" He heard Renjun call from upstairs. He quickly ran up, ignoring everything in his body that said to just run to his car and drive away. Once upstairs he ran towards where the voices were coming from.

Opening the door to the room, he stood in the doorway. The room was surprisingly clean, Yangyang and Renjun looking at something on the desk intently.

"We need to go save him.." Jaemin said. Renjun turned to look at him and saw the fear in Jaemin's eyes. He walked up to the younger.

"What did they tell you?"

"They work against him but.. But...."

"What is it?"

"Mark is going to rape him.." Jaemin cried, finally letting all of the emotion out that he had been hiding away since Jeno got kidnapped. "He's g-gonna hurt him.. My Jeno.... Not him, please....." Jaemin cried. Renjun embraced the younger, hugging him tightly.

"Shh... It's alright Jaemin. We're going to get him out of there, okay? We're gonna save him. Don't worry." He reassured. The younger just nodded shakily and pulled away from Renjun, wiping his eyes.

"W-we need to go now." Jaemin insisted. Renjun turned back and looked at Yangyang with a heavy sigh.

"Jaem, how about you go get some sleep? We'll wake you up when it's time to go.." Jaemin nodded carefully.

"Please be quick Renjun... I don't want him to get hurt." He whispered, his voice hoarse. Renjun nodded.

"Of course Nana. Now, go get some rest, yeah?" The younger nodded with a sniffle before walking out of the room. He slowly made his way down the stairs and to the living room, sitting down on the couch and just staring off for a moment.

Eventually, he felt the tears returning, crying into his hands as he sat there. He felt like such a failure. He told Jeno it was all over, promised that they were safe, but he was wrong. He was wrong and now Jeno was alone somewhere without any help with a disgusting man who is driven only by his desire for sex. It was disgusting to Jaemin that such a man existed. That such a man would be alive and willing to do something so revolting to innocent people.

"I'm sorry Jeno..." He cried, his hoarse voice carrying softly on the stale air.

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Jeno watched as Chenle ate the last of the chicken on the plate with a satisfied hum. The younger picked up the plate and brought it to the door, setting it on the ground. They weren't sure what else to do with it, worried that if Mark or Sicheng saw it, they would go after Lucas. Jeno had explained where everything came from and was now sitting against the wall huddled under Lucas' jacket. He felt safer by the feeling. It wasn't Jaemin's, but at least it was something to make him feel just a bit safer.

A bit less alone.

"Lucas is so kind.. His husband is lucky." Chenle remarked as he sat down beside Jeno who cuddled into his side. Two days. It was officially day two of Jeno and Chenle being locked up. Over the two days, the fear had slowly edged out of Jeno's mind, which he was grateful for. The last thing he wanted to add to his current state was fear which only made him more miserable than normal.

He closed his eyes with a satisfied sigh and rested his head on Chenle's shoulder. The way things were looking, he was going to be fine. The way things were going, Mark wouldn't have any time to do anything to him.

The way things were going, he would see Jeno any day now..

It was four hours later that Jeno's eyes were flying open, the sound of the door slamming against the wall startling him from his nap. His eyes widened at the sight of Mark glaring at him, a slight smirk on his face.

"Hey baby-"

"Please don't call me that..." Jeno squeaked, looking at the floor as he avoided Mark's gaze. The older scoffed and walked over. He bent down and grabbed at the fabric of the jacket he was wearing.

"Where did this come from?" He asked sternly. Jeno looked up with wide eyes.

"One of the g-guards gave it to me.. He said I looked cold." Mark scrunched up his nose.

"Who?"

"I don't know.. He just gave it to me and left." Mark nodded slowly.

"Take it off and leave it here. I'm taking you somewhere.." Jeno nodded hesitantly, carefully letting the jacket slide off his shoulders before standing up. Chenle remained asleep, the motions not even phasing him. Jeno reluctantly walked behind Mark, following him out of the cell, the door shutting behind them as they made their way down the hall.

Jeno could've run. He could've sprinted away down the hall, but he had no clue where to go, and he had no clue if there were guards nearby that would stop him. So, he stayed behind Mark the entire way. Eventually, they reached a room, Mark unlocking the door and pulling him inside. He shut the door and locked it behind than before looking at Jeno with a dark smile.

Jeno looked around the room at their surroundings. It was a lot like the cell from before, the walls grey with nothing but a single light on the ceiling. The floor, walls, and ceiling were cold concrete, the bed looking old and uncomfortable. A couple of springs stuck up from it and multiple stains littered the mattress. The only other thing in the room was a small bedside table made of a light brown wood, nothing atop it but a digital clock displaying the time.

When he focused his attention back on Mark, the older was watching him with predatory eyes. He slowly walked forward and wrapped his arms around the younger's waist.

"So princess, tell me.." He whispered. "Where did we leave off last?" He asked, leaning down to breathe the words into the younger's ear. Jeno shivered at the question, putting his hands on Mark's chest in an attempt to push him away.

"Exactly where we are a-stopping now.. Mark I-I-" Mark hushed him quietly, his hands moving up Jeno's sides as he felt the younger boy's body. Jeno felt so sick at the thought of what was happening. Mark pushed him down onto the bed and sat on top of him, straddling his hips as he pulled Jeno's shirt up. He ran his hands on the boy's chest, eventually beginning to move further down, but before he could reach Jeno's stomach, the younger reached out and firmly held the man's wrists.

It may seem a bit strange, but Jeno didn't want Mark's hands anywhere near his child. Mark's hands didn't deserve to touch what was Jaemin's.

And according to Jeno, that included himself.

"M-Mark please stop.. I-if you give me a little extra time I-I can.. I-I'll let you...." Mark had moved his hands up to cup Jeno's face with a soft smile, very contrary to the look of overwhelming lust that had shown just moments before.

"It's okay Jen.. What if there was another friend here with us, hmm?" Mark asked. Jeno watched curiously as Mark opened the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a familiar-looking cat plush.

It was the one Jaemin had bought him years ago.

Excitement lit up his face as he forgot about the situation, making grabby hands towards the doll. Mark chuckled and gave it to Jeno who quickly took it and hugged it close. The doll still smelled a bit like Jaemin and it made him smile as he closed his eyes and imagined the younger there with them.

He barely even registered Mark's hands going back to roaming his body. He had immersed himself in his own little world, trying to forget about the man hovering over him, now littering kisses on his collar bones while his hands worked to take off Jeno's pants. The younger felt tears well in his eyes as he let his body block out all of the feelings. He felt no pleasure surge through him from the touches Mark was giving, and it was disgusting how Mark's shallow words sent him deeper into that space. Deeper and deeper, further and further, until he could barely even hear the man's words over his own thoughts. They were like white noise, not even able to be described in words, a dark haze that his mind provided, a wall built to protect him, to stop him from seeing what was happening.

He felt so numb.

He felt so numb..

He felt so numb...

But it was better that way.

And more than anything, he felt so alone.

So betrayed.

So helpless.

Jaemin, please...

Please help me.

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"Jaemin, wake up, it's time to go." Jaemin slowly opened his eyes as Renjun shook him gently.

"What's the plan?" He asked, fully awake almost immediately. Renjun smiled down at him.

"The plan is, me, Yangyang, and a couple of insiders kick ass, and you get in there and save your man," Renjun explained, smiling. "We even have half the police force coming with us. They say with as many witnesses as there are, a life sentence will be easy." Jaemin gave a satisfied nod and stood up, stretching a bit before looking at Yangyang who stood behind Renjun.

"Let's go?" He asked. The two nodded.

The drive to the facility went quickly, Jaemin speeding a bit. But not like it mattered. They had a police escort of sorts.

Yangyang and Renjun had spoken with Johnny who offered up a small crew of officers, himself included, to help go inspect the building. Jaemin looked at Johnny with a small smile.

"Johnny, go with Jaemin to find Jeno.. I'm going with one of the officers to find out if Chenle is still...." He trailed off, shaking his head. "Yangyang, you keep watch outside. We'll call you when the job is done. Jaemin, call Yangyang when you find Jeno and head back home. We can always take a separate car home.. Got it?" The others nodded at Renjun's words, said boy finishing with a small smile. "Alright.. Let's go then."

Getting in wasn't difficult. Yangyang and Renjun knew a lot of the people in the facility and many of them were heavily against Mark but had their own reasons for following him. For some they didn't have another choice and for others they needed money. Regardless, they had called Lucas in advance, telling him their plan to save Jeno. Of course, he was in on all of it. Since he knew where Jeno and Chenle's cell was, he was planning to help them get the two. He hadn't mentioned Chenle being alive because he figured they already knew..

But he was wrong.

"Where's Jeno?" Jaemin asked the older boy.

"Um, I believe Mark has him in the cell. You four," he said, gesturing to Jaemin, Renjun, and their respective cops. "Come with me."

They walked quickly down the hall, eventually making it to a door where a strong-looking man stood. He looked at Lucas with a grunt before recognizing the officers and other men behind him. He quickly bowed and unlocked the door.

"Thank you Sicheng." Lucas muttered before walking in. Jaemin hadn't yet stepped in but he saw Lucas' eyes widen as they fixed on a figure further in.

"Oh my god.. No...." Lucas muttered. The others quickly rushed in. Jaemin's blood ran cold as he recognized the figure against the wall.

"Ch-Chenle..." He whispered, his words carrying heavily on the stale air. The figure looked up slowly and shakily, his face bloody and bruised, crimson cuts covering his arms. He stared forward at the group, his eyes fixing on one person in the group. He raised a shaky arm and looked at them.

"R-Renjun.. Please..." He whispered, the words coming out in his mother tongue. The mentioned boy ran forward, collapsing on the ground before Chenle.

"Oh my god.. No... What did they do to you?!" He asked frantically. Chenle shook his head, tears brimming in his eyes as he looked at Jaemin, meeting the olders scared gaze.

"Jeno... Save Jeno." He breathed before collapsing into Renjun's arms. Jaemin turned to Johnny.

"Come on." He turned to Lucas. "Where is he?!" Lucas shook his head.

"I-I.. I-"

"I know where he is." Sicheng said, his words causing everyone's eyes to land on him. He beckoned for them to follow and they did, being lead down another hall until he abruptly stopped in front of one of the doors.

"He's in here. He always locks it when he has them in here." He explained. "None of us know what goes on in there." Johnny nodded at Sicheng.

"Thank you. You should go back with the others now. We can take care of this." The man nodded at Johnny's words before walking off. Johnny took a deep breath before taking something off his utility belt.

Since when did cops carry fire axes? No clue. Maybe they do, maybe they don't, but for story purposes, Johnny does. Maybe his excuse is he knew he would be knocking down a whole ass door.

He took the ax and without hesitation repeatedly hit at the hinges, the metal breaking easily. He hit at the doorknob until the entire door fell in, revealing to them what might just be the worst sight ever.

Mark's body freezes- his whole being runs cold that he almost forgets the whining boy beneath him. The boy whom he was entering. The boy whom he was raping. 

Johnny and everyone else stands still- until Jaemin is knocked from his daze and quickly runs over to help his baby. 

Mark, who only mere seconds before was in heaven- was now feeling the burns of hell as he stares down the barrel of Johnny Seo's gun.

"Jeno.. Jeno oh my god baby please Jeno I'm so sorry I'm- I.. Nono...." He pleaded, tears escaping his eyes. The older slowly looked up at him with wide eyes and sniffled before he opened his mouth to let out a loud wail. He threw his arms around Jaemin and pulled him down, the younger easily falling onto the mattress beside him. He pulled the shaking boy to his chest and hugged him tightly.

"J-Jaem I-I'm s-sorry... H-he t-t-touched me and I-I didn't w-want him t-to... P-please I-I'm sorry...." He cried. Jaemin rubbed the older's back soothingly. The boy melted in his arms, trying to press back against Jaemin's touch but also wanting to stay as close to the younger's body at the same time.

"No.. Jeno I'm not mad at you... I'm not mad at you baby no this isn't your fault.. I love you so much I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you and.. I'm so sorry..." Jaemin insisted as he held the boy close. "Let's get you dressed, alright baby? Then we can go home and have a yummy dinner and cuddle together.. Is that okay darling?" Jaemin asked. Something flashed in Jeno's eyes at the pet name and he flinched a bit, the tears starting again. Jaemin understood and hugged him tighter.

"Y-yes.." Jeno whispered, shutting his eyes tight as he cuddled into the boy's warmth. Jaemin carefully sat up, Jeno still attached to him. He carefully got the older's pants from the other end of the bed as well as his underwear, helping him to put them on despite the awkward position. Jeno refused to let go of him, for obvious reasons, and Jaemin just let him. Not once did he complain, he just let Jeno do what he needed to.

Jeno was clutching his stuffed cat as he walked on slow, shaky legs out of the room, Jaemin helping his every step. Jeno stopped and leaned heavily on Jaemin.

"Nana... Everything hurts... It hurts so bad... He hurt me so bad." He cried. Jaemin picked him up bridal style and looked into his eyes.

"Is this a bit better baby?" He asked softly. Jeno nodded, cuddling into Jaemin's neck as best as he could.

"I-is Chenle o-okay?" He asked, removing his head to look around. There were cops swarming around the facility now, busting down doors and searching through rooms, escorting employees and other prisoners out of the building. Jaemin walked out carefully, avoiding the news reporters outside and heading straight for the car, Jeno still in his arms.

"Do you wanna sit with me or in the back?" He asked. Jeno sniffled.

"Wan sit w-with Nana.." He muttered. Jaemin nodded, bringing Jeno into the driver's seat with him.

It was a bit of a squeeze, but they managed. Jeno straddled Jaemin, the younger messaging Yangyang, and Renjun to tell them that they were safe and heading home. He set down his phone and focused all of his attention on Jeno who was still shaking.

"Jeno, where does it hurt baby?" He asked softly. He didn't want to make matters worse by reminding him, but he needed to know if there was anything potentially serious. Jeno shivered.

"M-my back, m-my n-neck, my a-arms, my legs, a-and.. Down th-there...." Jaemin understood, sighing gently as he rubbed the boy's back.

"Is this helping any?" He asked as he continued to rub gently. Jeno nodded, feeling the pressure relieve a small bit of the overwhelming pain.

"C-can we get Sonic? I wanna have a strawberry slush again.." He asked with a pout. Jaemin smiled softly as Jeno sat up. He reached out and brushed a hair from the boy's face.

All of their work.

All of his hard work to make Jeno feel safe.

To help Jeno be big.

All of that, gone, in a matter of two days.

They were back to square one.

But now it was different. They knew they had each other forever now. Now, Jeno was going to have a child. Now, there was more to fix than there was before.

He nodded gently.

"Yeah... Yeah, we can."

Jeno had reluctantly gotten off Jaemin's lap and crawled over to the passenger side, clutching his stuffed cat as he buckled himself. They held hands over the center console, Jeno watching out the window as they drove.

At one of the stoplights, Jaemin looked over to check on the older. He had set the stuffed cat down and had his eyes closed, his head leaning against the window. His right hand gently rubbed his stomach, incoherent words being muttered by Jeno under his breath. Jaemin smiled softly as he watched Jeno's hand.

Don't worry baby... Daddy's gonna take good care of you..... Both of you.

I promise.

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