Warning: mentions of rape. The rape is not described, but you have been warned.

Jaemin slowly climbed the stairs to his old house. It was 12:00 and he didn't know what he was supposed to do if they didn't answer. He knocked on the door a couple of times, ringing the bell once.

They answered.

Well, his mom did.

She opened the door and looked him up and down, her face contorting into a sweet smile as she reached out to embrace the boy.

"Oh my Jaeminie I missed you so much-" Jaemin took a step back from his mom.

"Mom, I'm not here for some reunion. I'm here for answers." Mrs. Na looked taken aback.

"Oh? Well then, come in I guess." She said, stepping aside and gesturing for her son to enter. Jaemin did and began to head to the living room, his mother following close behind.

He sat down on the couch, watching as his mother did the same, and sat beside him. Jaemin looked at her expectantly.

"Where's dad?" He asked, noticing his father's absence. The word 'dad' felt so foreign on his tongue, it almost felt wrong to be saying that.

Jaemin was going to be sure his child got the family he never had.

"Oh, yes... Your father is upstairs resting at the moment. Should I go get him?" She asked sweetly. Jaemin nodded.

"That would be preferred..." He muttered. His mother got up and began to head out of the living room, leaving Jaemin to his thoughts.

His mother didn't seem to have any issues. She seemed kind and caring, but Jaemin knew that she was hiding something more. He knew that there was more to all of this than what they were saying.

Before he knew it both his parents were in the living room, both sitting on the couch and watching him carefully.

"This better be good." His father grumbled. Jaemin clenched his jaw, letting out a huff before nodding.

"It is." He said. The silence that took over after was thick with tension. His father glaring at him while he reflected the look, more hate hidden in his expression than his father. Jaemin almost thought he saw something like fear in his dad's eyes.

"Why did you come back," Jaemin asked simply. His father scoffed.

"Is that any way to treat your parents after we just got home?" He asked. Jaemin rolled his eyes.

"You've had practically two months I think you're settled enough to explain why the fuck you're here. You don't just come back after years of abandoning your child for nothing. You're trying to get something out of all this. What are you getting out of it? Why are you here?" He asked, his anger beginning to bubble over. His father opened his mouth to speak.

"Daehyun, stop." His mother finally spoke up, glaring at her husband with a sigh. He scoffed at her and watched with disgust as she turned back to Jaemin with a delicate smile. "Jaemin, dear, we don't know what you mean by-"

"Don't give me that shit." He growled. "If you won't tell me why at least tell me what you know about the name-"

"That is no way to speak to your mother! One would think you had learned the first time." His father spat, standing up. Jaemin did the same before closing his eyes tightly.

"Mark Lee." He yelled. Both his parents froze, their expressions changing. His dad looked taken aback while his mother looked beyond pissed.

"So this is about the Lee's again.." She muttered.

"Of course. Everything's about the fucking Lee's." His father said before glaring at Jaemin. "Yes, we recognize that name.. What about it." Jaemin looked up at his father, hope and desperation in his eyes.

"What do you know about them?" He asked quickly, his father furrowing his brows.

"Well, our job, our company, we're working to take down the Lee Corporation. Mark's parents have been after me and your mother for years. We left you as soon as you could take care of yourself to try and protect yourself.. That way if they came after us, you and Jeno wouldn't be involved." Jaemin's father explained, his expression softening for a moment. "We came back because we hadn't had any interactions from the Lee's in years and we wanted to try and make things right with you... I guess we were too late though." He grumbled, taking a step back towards his wife who stood by his side with a sad smile.

"We should've told you sooner but-"

"Yes, you should've. If I had known this sooner then me and Jeno would've left years ago! And we wouldn't be in this mess.." He said, tears coming to his eyes. "Why have the Lee's been after you?" He asked with a frown. Jaemin's mother looked to her husband who sighed.

"We... We used to work against them. They were a part of some nasty scheme to experiment on human mentalities. Our main goal was to shut them down one way or another so that they would stop ruining the lives of innocent people. Their son is the worst. He's disgusting. He sexualizes every one of those poor boys and girls.. He ruins all of them as soon as they're weak...." Jaemin's eyes widened in fear.

Jeno was stuck with this man.

Jeno was alone locked away with this disgusting man.

Poor Jeno who was probably cold, and screw, and alone. Poor Jeno who was probably in so much pain it was unbearable. Poor Jeno who probably felt so scared.

He needed to get him out.

Jaemin ignored his parent's pleading calls as he ran out of the house and to his car, ignoring the glow of the moon as the clock struck two. He was wasting time. This was all a waste of time. He pulled out of the driveway and sped off to Yangyang's house.

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Renjun listened as the front door shut behind Jaemin before turning to Yangyang.

"How is he?" He asked quietly. Yangyang looked at his feet.

"He's doing okay.. He still gets a little scared whenever me or Hendery try to hug him sometimes.. He's trying really hard though to go back to how he used to be." Yangyang said. "Do you wanna see him? They're both upstairs.." Yangyang explained. Renjun nodded and the younger began to lead him up the stairs.

Once on the upper level, Yangyang lead them down the hall and stopped at a door, turning to Renjun.

"Be gentle... He's still a little fragile." Yangyang said. Renjun nodded and watched as the younger slowly opened the door.

Two boys set on the bed in the room, one holding the other boy close while they watched TV. Yangyang smiled fondly as he walked in.

"Hey, Hendery." He said with a wave before walking over and climbing onto the bed beside the two. He gently reached out and grabbed the other boy's hand who flinched in Hendery's hold. He looked up and relaxed a little at the sight of Yangyang. He smiled and made an attempt to gently pull the boy down to lay beside them.

"Yangyang! You're back from work.." He mumbled the last bit softly. Yangyang nodded.

"Yep. We have a visitor today who wanted to see you. Baby, do you remember Renjunie?" He asked softly. The boy nodded.

"Mhmm."

"Well, he came over to say hi," Yangyang said, scooting to the side as Renjun walked up to the bed with a soft smile.

"Hi, Xiaojunie. How are you?" He asked, gently sitting at the end of the bed. Xiaojun's eyes widened a bit as he saw Renjun, happiness, and remembrance shining within them.

"Injun!!" He exclaimed, sitting up and rushing over to Renjun. He took the boy in a hug and let out a small giggle, the other hugging him back tightly, his smile bright. Xiaojun pulled away and looked at Renjun. "Mmkay. Hendery and Yangyang take good care of me.." He said, smiling back at the two boys before crawling back to them. He laid himself in Hendery's arms and tried to pull Yangyang in to cuddle him. Yangyang shook his head.

"I can't right now Jun.. I need to help Renjun. He has a friend who needs our help. I'll be back later though, okay?" Xiaojun pouted but gave a nod as Yangyang stood up, smiling softly before walking to the door. Renjun stood up slowly.

"Bye Xiaojun. Hopefully, we can see each other again soon, okay?" The older boy nodded, giving a tiny wave as Renjun made his way out of the room, following Yangyang closely.

The younger shut the door with a sigh and turned to look at Renjun, smiling sadly.

"I'm sorry it was so short... If we had stayed he wouldn't have let us leave." Yangyang said softly before shaking his head. "Now come on. I think I still have a map of the facility in my office."

Years ago when Yangyang still worked for Mark, he had met Hendery and Xiaojun. Hendery was the boy's caretaker. Yangyang had been assigned a job to kidnap Xiaojun and bring him back to Mark. After about two months of being with them, Yagyang realized his love for the two and how he couldn't follow through with his job, so he came clean to the two, explaining everything to Hendery. There were lots of tears shed, but in the end Hendery was glad that he had told the truth and hadn't followed through. Shortly after that, the three started dating. One morning when Yangyang and Hendery were out, Sicheng had come and taken Xiaojun, just like he had to Jeno. He had brought the boy there to let Mark do as he pleased.

And Mark did.

He raped him.

He did the deed and left the boy in a cold empty cell, nothing but a thin rag to cover his shaking body.

Yangyang had tried to save him but couldn't. Mark was forced to release him after Yangyang shot and killed one of his best workers, a man named Felix, and threatened to kill him as well.

Xiaojun hadn't been the same since. Constantly flinching at sudden touches, crying when he felt overwhelmed by the sensations. He hated himself for it. He hated that it was so scary to him when the boys he trusted touched him. He trusted them so much but he couldn't shake the memories, couldn't stop the trauma.

Yangyang and Hendery told him every day that they loved him regardless, but Xiaojun felt like a failure. He felt worthless since he could no longer do what he had always wanted.

He could no longer bear a child.

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Jeno stared blankly at the cell wall as he thought of what had happened. Chenle had been trying to talk to him since he got back, but his mind was elsewhere. His mind was more focused on what Mark had said, what Mark had tried to do.

He knew it couldn't be true.

Jaemin had promised him that he would never leave, that he would always be there to save him. But now he wasn't. Now he wasn't there to protect him. He began to think about what may have happened. What if Mark had him and the others locked up in a different cell and all of this was a hoax? Jeno wasn't completely naive. He knew that Mark could be lying about all of it.

When Jeno thought back on the moment, he realized how Mark had focused to much on his body when he was comforting him. He remembered the way Mark had touched him when he was asking him those questions. And the question..

Our child?

No.

No Mark.

Jeno didn't want to have Mark's child. Ever. Even if Jaemin didn't come to save him.

He subconsciously let his hand rub his stomach gently as he thought about it, smiling fondly as he imagined him and Jaemin raising their son or daughter together. Jaemin was going to be such a good dad. He knew that they would spoil them using Chenle's money and that Chenle would gladly let them. He closed his eyes and imagined the look of pride and love in Jaemin's eyes when he had told him.

He missed Jaemin.

He really, really missed Jaemin.

"Jeno.." Chenle's voice finally broke through his thoughts. He opened his eyes and looked at the younger, hand still resting on his stomach, the soft smile remaining. The younger sighed, a smile creeping onto his face as well.

"I'm glad you're okay.. I'm glad he didn't hurt you." Chenle said finally. Jeno nodded.

"Me too." He said. He hadn't admitted to Chenle what had happened. He didn't want the younger to worry. Jeno knew he would find a way. He would always find a way around it.

Despite the lack of windows in the cell, Jeno figured it was probably late, the heavy fatigue finally settling in. He sighed happily and looked at the younger.

"I'm sleepy.. We should sleep." He said. Chenle nodded and pulled the older into his lap, arms wrapped securely around him. He could tell that Chenle was really trying to give him what he needed. He could tell that the younger was trying to help, but it still wasn't the same. Nothing was the same.

No one was Jaemin.

And Jeno needed Jaemin.

That's why Jeno vowed that he would never let Mark win. He would never let Mark take advantage of him again. He couldn't... He just couldn't.

He needed to wait for Jaemin.

He would wait for Jaemin.

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Jeno opened his eyes slowly after about four hours of resting, the sound of the metal door clicking shut making him raise his head. He looked to see a young man holding a small dish. He gingerly walked a little way in and set it in the middle of the room, the dim light illuminating his face just enough for Jeno to recognize him.

"Lucas?" He whispered softly, crawling out of Chenle's lap carefully so that he didn't wake him up. The older boy put a finger to his lips to tell Jeno to stay quiet. The boy nodded and crawled over to the plate. Lucas sat on the other side of it, giving Jeno a weak smile.

"You should eat this... Its food from the canteen. Don't tell Mark, he would kill me." Lucas whispered. Jeno nodded, looking down at the plate. On it was some fried chicken, a scoop of mashed potatoes, and a small fruit cup with pears in it. He smiled at Lucas.

"Thank you.." He whispered gently, his eyes smiling as he did. Lucas nodded and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out two bottles. Benadryl and Zantac. He also pulled out a small flask, handing the three objects to Jeno. The younger's smile faded to a look of confusion. Lucas smiled gently down at him.

"The pills should help you a bit with your morning sickness... Take them if it feels really bad. The flask just has ginger ale in it... That could help calm your stomach too. I'll leave a water bottle by the door for you next time I come by." He whispered. Jeno tilted his head.

"How did you know I was.." He trailed off. Lucas pointed at Chenle.

"We're friends." He said simply.

"And how do you know about these?" He asked, gesturing to the stuff Lucas had gotten him. The older gave him a small smile.

"My husband is pregnant too..." Lucas whispered. Jeno nodded, things beginning to make just a bit more sense.

"Lucas, why are you helping me?" The older paused.

"I don't want you to be here. Mark threatened to take my husband's life if I didn't help him.." He whispered softly, running a hand gently through Jeno's soft hair. He took hold of one of Jeno's hands gently brushing it with his thumb. "I'm really sorry... I'm going to help get you out of here I swear." Lucas whispered. He stood up, his hand slowly slipping from Jeno's, and began to walk out, pausing for a moment by the door. He turned back on his heel, walking behind Jeno and taking off his jacket. He bent down and placed it carefully on Jeno's shoulders, standing up straight after. As he walked to the door, he turned back to Jeno, giving him a small wave before leaving the cell completely.

Jeno felt the gratitude surging within him at the thought of how many people were with him, how many people wanted to help him. He smiled sweetly and looked down at the still-warm food. He crawled back over to Chenle and shook the boy awake.

"Lele, foods here.." The younger looked up at Jeno sleepily.

"What..?" The older smiled and turned back to look at the items on the floor, carefully slipping his arms into the jacket with a fond smile at the warmth it gave.

"Foods here."

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