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Heejun feels a little weak. His head was heavy and his eyes are straining. He shook his head a few times to shake the pain away. He gulped down half of the bottle before returning back to the practice room.
“Guys let’s start!” Youjin clapped his hand signalling everyone to gather. They all stand in their position and they practiced the dance intently. Thumps heard when they jumped and landed, shoes screeching on the floor as sweat rains on them. An hour has passed and they finished the choreography practice.
“You look pale, are you okay?” Inseong approaches Heejun, landing his hand on his cheeks. Heejun cheerfully smile back to Inseong signalling he was alright. Inseong noticed how the youngest has been so quiet that day. Perhaps he is having his mood swings; Inseong guessed.
As soon they reached the dorm, Heejun searches for his bed for his headache is overwhelming. The others had no idea that Heejun is sick thus they just leave him. Jihun knocks on his door, asking him what he wanted to eat because the others decided to have Chinese food delivery. Heejun stated he wants jajjangmyun and falls back into his sleep.
Heejun didn’t realise how long he had been sleeping until Inseong entered his room. He told him the food has arrived and the others had started eating. Heejun walks to the living room and sat next to Youjin. Youjin pulled a bowl in front of Heejun and passed him a chopstick. The rest was about to finish their meal but he has no appetite to eat.
Youjin notices the way Heejun only stares at his jajjangmyun without even removing the plastic cover. He shook his head and removed the plastic and pulled Heejun hand to hold the bowl. The younger shifts his eyes to him and obediently start mixing the sauce with his chopsticks. Youjin can feel a heat sensation from Heejun hand.
Inseong, Seungjun and Jihun had finish eating and leave to their own activities. Youjin stayed there even he has finished his food long ago just to accompany Heejun. Heejun only managed to shove two chopsticks of jajjangmyun when his throat doesn’t feel right. He felt there is something like a washing machine spinning inside his stomach causing the food to be pushed up his throat. Heejun instinctively run the bathroom while covering his mouth. Youjin was shocked by that but he followed him to the bathroom anyway.
Heejun vomits everything. His throat gave up on that and all he ate before was out. Youjin patted his back helping him to vomit. He coughs and clears everything left in his throat. Heejun washes his mouth a few times to get rid of the unpleasant taste reside. He felt his energy was sucked. His legs began to give in. He cannot help but cries because of the pain. Youjin pulled him in his arms and patted his head muttering that he is okay and he will be fine.
Youjin dragged Heejun to his room, laying him on the bed. Inseong later followed them in. “what happened?” Inseong frantically, placing his palm on Heejun forehead; fever. Youjin has gone to take a basin and fill with water. Inseong searches Heejun drawer and found a small towel. He passed the towel to Youjin and he starts dabbing them on the younger forehead and neck.
“He needs to change that shirt, it is too thick. He’s boiling hot right now.” Inseong mutters. Youjin nods and Inseong starts searching Heejun closet for loose shirt. All he can find is long sleeve and fancy shirts.
“Go and take my tank top, it’s better maybe?” Youjin said as he saw Inseong was searching like crazy.
Youjin lifts Heejun shirt up to his chest and push him upward a little to sitting position and take off his cloth completely, then slowly laying the youngest back. He softly wipes the wet towel on Heejun body. Still a bit hot, but better than before. Only Heejun deep breath can be heard in the room.
Inseong came back with a red tank top in his hand and put in on Heejun. “He should take some medicine, I’m afraid about him. He said he was okay earlier so I let him be, it turns out he is sick.” Inseong blurts out with a worried tone. “He vomit earlier, his stomach is empty. Let’s wait until he woke up. Go and sleep, I’ll take care of him” Youjin replied in his manly voice. Inseong agreed as it was kind of late night already and they all are tired.
Youjin place himself on the floor, time to time checking on Heejun, wetting the towel and place it back. Sometimes Jihun and Seungjun checks on Heejun; and most frequently Inseong. Heejun coughs a few times but still no sign of him waking up. He pushes himself too much, and Youjin was flustered because he did not tell anyone he was sick and instead joined the practice earlier. Heejun is a precious one for Youjin doesn’t want anything bad happen to him. Youjin rest his back on the wall while reading a book. The night falls in silence.
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Heejun feels stuffy and sticky. A pain strikes in his head making him groan. He slowly opens his heavy eyes shifting himself in sitting position. His shirt is drenched in sweat; his throat is dry, lips cracked. He wanted to pull his hands to his head when he realised he can’t move them. He pulled a few times and see that his wrist was cuffed to the bed frame; both. He panicked a little. Just then a figure enters his room...
“Guys, he’s awake.” He recognizes the voice. It’s Jihun. All four of the others enter the room, with serious face. Heejun smile widely to them, but surprisingly none return his smile. He felt a deep tension in the room.
“Hy-hyung, please help me untie this, I don’t know why my hands are ti-.” Before he could even finish his sentence Jihun pulled him by the collar.
“You don’t know why? You wanna know why?” Jihun sudden lightning voice shocked him. He shrinks himself trying to back away from the eye contact. “Inseong hyung, help mm-me.” he said in a soft voice trying to understand the situation. The so lovely hyung that always act affectionate to him just stood there with a stern look.
Heejun confused with the situation, just now he remember that Youjin help him after he vomit, why did they suddenly acting like this, is this a candid camera? But he believes it is not. No.
“Manager hyung came. You know what? We were scolded because we did not take care of you. Why do you have to keep it to yourself? Want to act all sissy for everyone to notice you?” this time Seungjun speaks.
“All our phones and iPad are detained for a week. Are you happy now? Tsk. And we had to clean the practice room and the store room while you, in this room sleeping like an innocent baby!” Inseong raises his voice.
“Uh-I, I didn’t mean to. Urm-I...” Heejun couldn’t finish his sentence. He felt a deep regret. He didn’t know this could happen. It seems illogical. Why the manager had to punish the others for not taking care of him? All he could do is to stare at his own legs. His shoulders felt heavy as his hands were still tied.
“So you understand this is your fault?” Youjin breaks the silence. Heejun nods a little. “I asked! Do you understand?” this time Heejun fully nodding, twice.
Suddenly Youjin tugged his hair causing him to jerk backward. “I asked do you understand. What’s the use of your big mouth when you can’t even answer a simple fucking question!”
Heejun starts getting teary eyes. “y-yes.” Youjin pulled the hair tighter. “I can’t hear you shit.” “Yes, I understand.”
“Good boy. And you know when you make mistake you going to get punished, right?” Youjin sentence made his eyes round and he gulps because he understands where this is leading to. Youjin let go of the cuffs. His wrists are red and numb. He is ill and weak. Heejun don’t know what more is coming. The hyungs are not the hyungs he knew.
Youjin tugged him off the bed, pushed him to the floor. Heejun is now kneeling facing the bed and his back facing the hyungs. Jihun approaches from his back and whispers “be good dear.” It sent chills down his spine. Jihun pushed a gag ball inside his mouth causing his mouth to be open and Jihun secured the strap. Next thing he feels his pant was tucked down, revealing his bottom.
A zap sound echoes as the whip meets his bottom. He couldn’t scream, his hands grabbing the sheets and face buried in the mattress. The second whip made him whine harder as it landed on the same spot. Tears began rolling on his cheeks. He could feel the saliva began pouring out of his mouth. He can only release un-understandable voices.
Heejun felt a hand on his right side of his face, pushing it to face in front. Youjin was on the bed. Youjin takes his hand when another whip meets him. This time he couldn’t grab the mattress. Youjin forces him to not burying his face again. His face was wet with tears and, saliva. He can no longer withstand the pain. His body starts to gave in. “Heejun, Heejun, look at me!” Youjin commands.
Youjin took off the gag of his mouth, a flow of saliva dashes from his mouth. “It hurts hyung, please” Heejun sobs. Youjin signalled to other hyung to stop torturing. “It hurts hyung, please, it hurts, it hurts hyung, please”
“Heejun, stop crying, breathe baby, breathe, Heejun, Heejun!”
Youjin voice made Heejun to open his eyes. Heejun was shocked; he still felt the terror when Youjin is staring at him, this time with a worried face. He looks around, wait: where are the other hyungs? Wasn’t he was gagged and whipped just now? Youjin is not on his bed? He’s not wearing his shirt, instead a red tank top which he recognizes its owner.
“Why Heejun, did you had a bad dream? You’ve been yelling and crying in your sleep and saying it hurts over and over again. Are you okay?” Youjin worried voice convinced him that he had a nightmare. Heejun leans over to Youjin chest, resting his head. The older let him on, brushing his hair tenderly. His temperature had gone down much, perhaps by all the cold sweat he exasperates by the bad dream.
Heejun told Youjin about the dream.
“You won’t do like that to me right?” Youjin snickered.
“Of course baby, you know I won’t. Everything is fine, okay baby? That was a just a bad dream. Forget about that okay?” Heejun blooms a smile with Youjin answer.
“Now let’s get you wash up. Then let’s feed you and you need to take your medicine.” Youjin helps Heejun up and brings him to the bathroom. He then reheats the porridge Inseong cooked earlier.
Heejun checks his bottom. He was still afraid if the dream was not a dream. He lets out a relieved sigh as his butt was still fluff and fine. He can't stop thinking of the dream. He can't imagine if his hyungs became like that, and he became helpless. No. At least youjin won't.
“I want to wear your tank top. Can I?” Heejun pops out of the bathroom with a towel on his waist. Youjin grinned at him and went to his room and reaches for a freshly clean tank top. “Hurry and eat. The porridge will get cold.”
“Well, you recover very soon. I’m impressed.” Youjin comments as he watches the younger eats. Heejun smiles widely “if it wasn’t you who take care of me, I wouldn’t” he giggles.
After making sure Heejun had his medicine, Youjin send him to his bed. He reminds Heejun that he needs to rest more and a little nagging before he left to the living room.
Youjin laid himself on the couch. 11.40 p.m. it’s still early; he thought. Tuning in different channel till he found his favourite. He is lying on his side when suddenly a hand pulling his left arm up. A body slides up laying his back upon his chest. “Heejun-ah, you’re not asleep yet?”
“I want to sleep with you” Heejun replied as he pulls Youjin left arm on top of him. Youjin just smiles even though he was known to hate skin ship, but its okay for his dearest baby; at least because he is sick.
"I like your scent." Heejun pulls the tank top near his nose. "Jihun gonna be jealous if he sees me with you, like this. kekeke."
“Baby is being baby huh, haha.” Youjin mess Heejun hair and cuddle him back. They stayed like that all night till the next morning.