🍀 [Round 4] #58 (SD4) - Forbidden (Part 4) 🍀

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“Holy shit, Amber! How much food did you buy?” Baekhyun asks walking into his dining room.



“I couldn’t decide what I wanted so…” She shrugs pulling container after container out of bags.



“Amber! Have I ever told you-you’re my favorite person?” Jongin grabs a plate.



“Don’t open that near me!” Amber points at the container he’s reaching for. “It stinks. Made my car smell terrible. I don’t think it’s good, I meant to toss it.”



“Oh okay.” Jongin looks confused but throws the takeout box in the trash.



“What you want, boss? Sit. I’ll get it for you.”



"I’m not a dog, but thank you.” He rolls his eyes but plops in the chair anyway.



“Still feeling it huh?” she asks still pulling out food. “I’ve had it. Baek too. It really knocks you out.”



“Funny thing is, I didn’t know I had an allergy.”



"Yeah, it’s something with the dyes. They tend to give it as a precaution. I’ve seen some awful issues with it. I had one patient in a coma for months. Wasn’t the same when he woke up.”



“I think I remember that.” Baekhyun puts the food in front of him and begins plating for his wife.



“Thanks.” She smiles at her husband. “Who wants what to drink?”



“No Soju!” Baek yells causing the boys to laugh.



“You’re all a pain in my ass! Get it yourselves. You know where the fridge is.” She winks handing Minseok a bottle of water. “You’re the only one excused, but don’t push your luck.”



After the meal, Minseok feels more like himself. He still feels a little groggy, but much better than was. He excuses himself to shower, leaving the others around the table. Once upstairs, he slips into his designated bedroom and pulls out his phone. He has a vague message from Junmyeon. He decides to call rather than text back. As he’s waiting for him to pick up, he notices that Amber brought up a bag with more of his personal items from his parent’s house. He pulls out the things he needs, leaving the pajamas on the bed. No answer. He hangs up instead of leaving a voicemail.



He showers quickly, leaving his towels to dry on the rack, before dressing to go back downstairs. He stops at the end of the hall after hearing his name. Baekhyun and Amber are whispering back and forth. He feels guilty eavesdropping, but he can not bring himself to walk away. Apparently, Mr. Lee called them and had retracted the apartment approval altogether. He sits on the top step so he can continue to listen.



“We have to tell him, Baek.”



“I know, just not tonight. He’s already had a shit day. I’m not adding to it.”



“He can’t go home. What are we going to do?”



“He’s staying here. We’ll adjust.”



“Yeah, I figured that, but what about everything else.”



“Like I said, we’ll adjust. I know it’s a change, and it’s going to make things...difficult. It’s asking more from you than I already do and I’m sorry, but I can’t not do this.”



“Hey, I knew what I was doing when I agreed to the match. He’s your best friend and mine too. Don’t think I don’t care for him just as much as you do. I’m just concerned. We should tell him about…”



“Shhh, not now. Let’s get Jongin upstairs and go to bed. We will deal with everything tomorrow.”



Minseok quietly slips back into his room and climbs into bed. He understands where Baekhyun is coming from but wishes they would have talked to him. He wants to know what else they are keeping from him. While he has an idea, he’d rather hear it from them. He gives up on trying to sleep an hour after the house went quiet.



Lying there, staring at the ceiling, he hears someone stop outside his door. After a moment, they continue down the hall and downstairs. Opening the door as quietly as he can, he tiptoes to the stairs. Halfway down, he can make out the sounds of someone sick. Amber. More concerned for her well being, he doesn’t care about being quiet as he makes his way to the first-floor bathroom.



The door is open a crack. “Hey, you alright?”



“Minseok?” she looks up. “ I’m fine. Go back to bed.”



“Fat chance. What’s going on?” He opens the door the rest of the way.



“Give me a sec. I’ll be out.” She flips the water on to wash her mouth out. “Sorry I woke you.”



“I was up. You good? You need me to get Baek?”



“No, I’m fine. Food wasn’t sitting right.”



“Amber, I’m not an idiot. Does he know?” Minseok asks.



“What? Shit, that obvious?” Amber looks panicked.



“Well, not drinking for the past week was clue one. Then throwing away perfectly fine food? Complaining of smell?” he raises his eyebrow.



“Damn it. I have been having issues with food and throwing up for the past month. I’m only eight weeks. We just literally just confirmed it. We found out the morning the apartment was postponed. It’s probably a big part of why Baek was a maniac when you got into work that day.” Sitting at the dining room table, she lays her head on her arms.



“That makes a whole lot of sense. He’s usually calmer. No not calm, but not angry. He’s not happy?” Minseok moves to sit with her.



“More worried. It’s uh, not really good timing. Ya know, a lot going on right now.”



He laughs hard, “That’s your polite way of saying my drama. I overheard about the apartment. You two don’t have to do this. You know that right? I can go home.”



“No, you can’t.” Baekhyun scares them both. “You’re staying.”



“Baekhyun.”



“Minseok. That’s Amber. Now that we know each other’s names can we go back to bed?” He gestures like he’s introducing them.



“You really are an asshole.” He rolls his eyes but smiles. “Come on girl. Let’s get you back to bed.”



“Oh great, another one to be overprotective and order me around.” She’s glaring. “Pregnant! Not disabled, thank you.”



“I figure we can sleep in a little tomorrow since we are all off. We’ll discuss the arrangement then. Minseok, we realize you’re going to want your own space and routine. We will figure it all out. You aren’t going to be treated like a prisoner.” Baekhyun tells him as they walk upstairs.



“I know. Thanks, Baek. Good night.” He closes the door.



Minseok climbs right into bed. It’s late, and he’s still tired. Worrying now won’t change anything. They can talk everything out in the morning. Perhaps having Jongin will help give an outside perspective. With that last thought, he falls quickly and dreamlessly asleep.



Waking well rested for once, Minseok makes his way downstairs. It’s still early for Baekhyun and Jongin to be up, but he finds Amber in the kitchen. She’s sitting at the table with feet tucked under her. He smiles at her cradling her coffee in hand and reading the paper.



She looks up as he walks in. As he eyes her cup, she says, “Don’t even. It’s the one thing I’m allowed.”



“I wasn’t saying anything. I was going to offer to make you one of mine.” He’s pulling out a mug for himself. “Breakfast?”



“Yes, please. I’m starving!”



“I bet.” He laughs. “Let’s see what we got here?”



Opening the fridge, he pulls out eggs, vegetables, and cheese. He also finds a pack of bacon. He starts working on chopping peppers, onions, tomatoes, and mushrooms while Amber starts to pan fry the bacon. Jongin shuffles in with Baekhyun following behind.



“Oh good! You! You can make pancakes.” Amber points to Jongin with tongs. “There’s fresh berries in there too.”



“Thank God you have a big kitchen.” Jongin makes everyone laugh.



Baekhyun is about to sit, with his coffee, to watch when Minseok stops him. “Oh no, you don’t. Come help chop.” He slides veggies towards him.



Grumbling something about slave drivers, he gets to work. Jongin starts mixing the flour and sugar to make his batter. As he works, a small piece of pepper hits him in the face. He looks around seeing everyone diligently working, but Minseok is starting to laugh. Jongin isn’t stupid enough to actually think Minseok was the one that threw it, but he pretends that’s the case.



Casually walking to the refrigerator, he makes like he is missing something. He takes his time looking from shelf to shelf before turning to go back. As he passes, he takes the spoon from the batter and wipes it across Baekhyun’s cheek. “Next time pick something that isn’t only in front of you, dumbass.”



“I swear, Baek!” She yells as he’s grabbing a handful to throw. “I will toss you in this pan and fry you with the bacon!”



“Geez. So no food fight?” he laughs.



“How old are you? It’s like a baby having a baby.” Minseok cracks up moving to the stove.



“Oh! That’s nice. Thanks, Minseok.” Slamming the bowl of veggies back on the table, he turns and walks out.



“Baek! I was kidding. Baek!” He starts to follow.



“Min wait. I’ll go” Amber stops him. “He’s having a hard time. Just let him be.”



“Amber, it was a joke. I didn’t mean to hurt him.”



“Hey, don’t. It’s him. I’ll talk to him. Just cook please.” She pats his shoulder before seeking out her husband.



“Hyung, come on. He’ll be fine. What do you want in your pancakes?”



Together, they make an enormous amount of food. Jongin has gone all out. He has several variations of fruit-filled pancakes complete with berry compotes to top. Minseok plates up the four omelets and carries them to the already set table. Baekhyun and Amber come down the stairs as Jongin is pouring juice and coffee for everyone.



Not saying a word, Baekhyun sits down next to Minseok and starts eating. Amber is in heaven, taking tastes of everything in front of her. As Jongin and Amber are finishing, Baekhyun gets up. He’s in the kitchen pulling out containers to pack up the leftover food.



Seeing this as his opportunity, Minseok carries their plates to the sink. “I didn’t mean anything by that comment. You know that right? It was meant to be funny not to hurt you. Honestly, Baek, you’re gonna be a great dad.”



“Please don’t. I’m not trying to be an ass. I know you wouldn’t purposely hurt me. It’s just, I always wanted to be a good father. I’m scared shitless that it won’t happen.” He’s holding the plastic container so tight it may crack while fighting back tears.



“Oh man. It’s okay. I swear you’ll do fine.” He wraps an arm around him. “This kid is lucky to have…”



“Minseok, I can’t handle this. Please stop talking. Let’s just get this shit put away, and we can figure out arrangements and what not.” He scrubs a hand over his face shrugging off Minseok’s arm before going back to packing up the food.



With the dishwasher loaded everyone sits around the table again. Amber tells Minseok about her schedule at the clinic. What nights she works late and the days she comes home early. Usually, she is off on the weekends but occasionally picks up a Saturday since Baekhyun is working.



Jongin and Baekhyun have game nights when Amber isn’t home. They both invite Minseok to play, but he refuses. He thinks he can use that as days to see Junmyeon, telling them he can set a gym schedule.



Minseok offers to pay rent which earns him glares and a slap to the back of the head. They agree to let him chip in for groceries and some regular bills, mostly to get him to shut up. Amber requests that he helps with dinners since he is a better cook, and puts him in charge of coffee since they get up around the same time.



Both tell him he can change anything he wants in the bedroom. He’s free to make it his own so he is comfortable. Baekhyun tells him he wants him to feel like it’s home not a place to stay. They all agree that it will take time to get used to everything, but everyone is satisfied with the arrangements so far.



Jongin asks if there is anything still at his parents he would want. Amber only got the bare minimum out. Minseok wants to get his bookshelf and the rest of his clothes from the house. He knows he has some old school and work papers, photos, and things of his grandparents in the basement. He doesn’t have a need for any of the furniture, so he says he will leave it. His parents can do what they want with it.



Minseok calls his father to arrange a time they can get everything out. His parents will be out for dinner so they should go then. Amber tells Jongin to drive her car, so they have three to get everything out.



With some time to kill before they go, Baekhyun and Jongin pull out the gaming system. Luckily, the rest of their team is online. Amber shakes her head at them with mics and controllers ready to go. She excuses herself to go lay down.



Minseok does the same wanting some time to himself. Flopping on his bed, he pulls out his phone.



*Seok: Hey, you busy?



*Myeon: Not really. Just got in from my shift. What’s up?



*Seok: Nothing really. Just had a sit down with Baek and Amber to hash out living arrangements. Not so bad, but I still wish Mr. Lee didn’t pull the damn approval. I have to go to my parent’s later. Get the rest of my stuff.



*Myeon: I know it sucks, but it shouldn’t be too bad there. They seem like good people. You need help? I can come with?



*Seok: Yeah, that will go over well…



*Myeon: Shut up! I was trying to be nice.



*Myeon: You’re right though. I guess it would be a pretty dumb idea for me to be there. Are the others helping?



*Seok: Yeah, we are taking Amber’s car. She’s the only one not going. Did I tell you she’s pregnant?



*Myeon: No, you didn’t. That’s wonderful though.



*Seok: I thought so too. Baek’s being all weird about it.



*Myeon: How so?



*Seok: I don’t know how to explain it. It’s just not how I thought he would be. Mostly, he’s worried about being good enough.



*Myeon: That seems relatively normal. He’ll come around.



*Seok: So I was thinking, Amber works late on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursdays usually. Baek and Jongin have their online game stuff those days. What’s your schedule? Maybe we could use that time for us? I’ll say they are my gym nights unless something comes up?



*Myeon: I can see if I can change some things. Wednesdays I’m usually late. Chanyeol, Wendy, Krystal and I rotate. I can probably switch with the girls. Chanyeol mostly works days, but he’s not only a lab tech.



*Seok: It’s not a big deal. I don’t want you going through all that trouble.



*Myeon: Minnie if it gets me time with you, I’d go through more than that. I’ll talk to them. Both girls are always picking up shifts to pay for school. I can give up one night if they don’t want to switch. I’ll work it out. Trust me.



*Seok: Okay. If you’re sure. It doesn’t have to be every week just so you know.



*Myeon: Minseok. Shut up… Or are you having second thoughts on seeing me?



*Seok: Now you shut up. If I had my way, I’d be moving there instead of here.



*Myeon: <3



*Seok: Stop. I sent that without thinking. Don’t get all sentimental.



*Myeon: Uh huh. Classic Minseok, hiding his feelings. I see how it is.



*Seok: Yeah yeah. If you say so. I think we are getting ready to go. Talk to you later?



*Myeon: I’ll be here. Let me know how it goes okay? Be careful.



*Seok: Will do. Talk soon…



Throwing his phone on the dresser, Minseok isn’t ready to continue that conversation. He needs to come to terms and admit his feelings to himself and especially Junmyeon. If he is willing to rearrange his entire schedule to spend a few hours with him, his feelings are pretty clear.



About thirty minutes later, Minseok is woken up by Jongin knocking. “Hyung, we better get going. Are you awake? I tried to text you.”



He rolls out of bed and opens the door. “I’m up. I didn’t hear my phone.”



“We’re ready when you are. Baek’s just finished cleaning out the trunks.” He says as they walk out to the cars.



They manage to get everything packed and loaded in under three hours. Luckily, His father convinced his mother to go to a movie giving them a little more time. They pile some of the boxes in both the guest bedroom and Minseok’s so he can go through it little by little. The rest goes into the garage as it’s not things he will need or want right away.



Jongin and Baekhyun return to their game when they finish unloading the cars. Minseok sits with them. As he watches, he finds he doesn’t really understand why they love it so much. It gives him too much anxiety. With all of Baekhyun’s yelling, he makes it a point to not be home on game nights regardless of Junmyeon’s availability. With that thought, he remembers to text saying that they are back and everything went okay.



After an hour later, Minseok has had enough. He tells them that he’s going to go up and start setting things up. Closing the door behind him, he sits on the edge of the bed and grabs his laptop. He decides on a few mindless hours of crappy TV before bed.



The next morning, Minseok leaves when Amber does, telling Baekhyun and Jongin that he wants his car since it is game night. Neither object, although he isn’t sure if its because they aren’t awake or just don’t care. He hasn’t officially made plans with Junmyeon, but he knows he doesn’t want to be home.



Jongin has all the baked goods loaded into the case and is grabbing his bag as Minseok come in from out front. “I’m going to see about sign-ups. I shouldn’t be long.”



“Here, wait.” Minseok runs into the back office and pulls out his checkbook. “I meant to give this to you yesterday.”



“Hyung, this is for the entire tuition. I can’t take this.” He looks close to tears as he tries to hand it back.



“Just take it. You can take my car instead of walking. Good luck.” Minseok hands him keys and pushes him out the door.



“That was really nice of you. I know it means a lot to him. I’m starting to get a line. I need you up here, boss.” Baekhyun pokes his head into the kitchen.



Jongin returns before the lunch rush is over and jumps in to help, grabbing and plating pastries. When the lull hits, they chat while cleaning. Classes are Tuesday and Wednesday from six to ten starting next month. They discuss the benefits of a new hire or closing a half hour earlier. Baekhyun and Minseok agree that for now closing earlier and handling the clean up themselves is the better option. They figure they can always change their minds and hire someone if need be.



“You said you’re going to the gym?” Baekhyun asks while locking the back door for the night.



“Yeah, I want to get back into a routine. Plus, I’m not cut out for that game.” He laughs.



“Alright, see you at home. You ready, Nini?” He looks to Jongin. Both wave as they drive out of the lot.



As he gets in his car, he notices a shadow by the dumpsters. Opting not to go looking for trouble he begins backing out of the spot. He looks over one more time, just to make sure he isn’t crazy, to see Junmyeon waving sheepishly. He throws the car into park and rolls down the window. “What the hell are you doing? Nearly gave me a heart attack.”



“I didn’t think it would be smart to be seen by the other two. We agreed, no unnecessary danger, right?” He says climbing into the passenger seat. “You still going to the gym? Or would you rather go get dinner?”



“How are we supposed to do that? We can’t really be seen together.” Minseok looks confused.



Junmyeon laughs hard at him. “How are you so gullible? I didn’t think you’d take me seriously. I actually have dinner made at the apartment. If you’re interested?”



“That sounds good. Should I leave the car here? Or park where I did the other night?”



"I don’t think I’d leave it here. Too obvious.” Junmyeon says playing with his seat belt.



After letting them in, Junmyeon goes right to the kitchen to heat up dinner. Minseok walks up behind him, wraps his arms around his waist and rests his chin on his shoulder. Junmyeon leans back on him with a huge smile. “I could get used to this.”



“Me too. What can I do?” He squeezes him once before letting go.



“Grab plates? Cabinet up there. And utensils in the drawer.” He points with a stirring spoon in hand.



Minseok gets what he needs and sets the table. He finds glasses in the cabinet next to the plates. Opening the fridge, he sees a pitcher of iced tea. He pours for them both as Junmyeon is plating the food.



“God that smells good. I’m starving.” Minseok says as he sits down.



“It’s about the only thing I can make. Chicken and pasta with a simple sauce. Nothing special. I can swap out for shrimp or even beef.” He shrugs putting the pan back on the stove before sitting down.



“Talk about variety.” He smiles taking a bite. “Hmm, that’s really good.”



“Really!” Junmyeon says with a small smile forming. “That makes me happy. I’m glad you like it.”



“I could teach you a couple easy meals. I’m used to cooking for myself. The recipes are easy. Some you can make ahead and freeze. Some of them you can make more than one meal out of. Up to you. It’s better than eating out all the time.” Minseok offers between bites.



“I’d like that. Oh! Before I forget. I can’t switch my Wednesday shift. I thought about it today. I can’t come up with a believable excuse. I did tell the girls that if they needed extra shifts, I’d be willing to help. I hope that’s okay?” He looks slightly upset.



“Actually, that works perfectly. Jongin starts school in a few weeks so I wasn’t sure how I could cover myself. Knowing Baek, he would tag along to the gym.” Minseok smiles.



Junmyeon breathes a sigh of relief. “Honestly, I’m glad. I was really angry at myself because I don’t want to lose time with you. Minnie, I’ve lost years. I don’t want to give up a second if I don’t have to.”



They continue making small talk long after they’ve finished with their meals. Minseok gets up to wash the dishes. Junmyeon protests but gives up in favor of drying them. They come to find they enjoy even mundane tasks together.



“It’s getting late on us again. We need to get better at time management. Or just not eat.” Junmyeon laughs.



“Really? I guess it’s your turn to be frustrated.” He puts his hands on his hips.



“Oh please. I’m fine. I was just making a point.” Junmyeon answers a blush covering his cheeks.



“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed. Come here.” Minseok holds his arms open.



Junmyeon steps into the embrace hiding his face in Minseok’s neck. “Minnie.”



“Look at me.” Minseok waits until Junmyeon looks up, that’s when the fear hits him. I- give me-a minute. I’m not good at this.”



“Minseok. It’s okay.” He tries to comfort him.



“No, it isn’t. I need you to know. You’re so important to me. You said it earlier. We’ve lost years. And who knows what will happen. Junmyeon, I love you. I’ve known for awhile. Since I got my memories back. I was too afraid to admit it. I love you.” Some of the words run together as he rushes to get them out.



“I love you too. You knew that already, but I’ll tell you again and again. I love you.” Junmyeon hugs him tightly for a moment before pulling a box from his bag by the door. “Oh, before I forget. I had these made.”



Opening the box, he finds two keys attached to a bunny keychain. Minseok can’t contain his smile but still manages to tease him. “Still so sappy.”



“Please, you know you like it.” He laughs pulling him closer again. They seem to lose track of time just holding each other.



“I should go.” Minseok pulls back looking Junmyeon in the eyes.



“Yup. I hate this part. Come on, get out. Before I keep you forever.” He pouts.



“You already have me.” Minseok gathers his belongings.



“And I’m the sappy one?”



"Yes, I’m merely stating facts.” He kisses him once. “See you soon.”



Arriving home earlier than planned, Minseok finds the house empty. To say he’s surprised is an understatement. They would have called him if something were wrong. He goes into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before going up to change. As he’s opening the fridge, Baekhyun walks in the front door.



“You’re home early. Grab me one?” Baekhyun leans against the counter running a hand through his hair.



“You look like shit. What happened?” Minseok puts the bottles on the counter between them.



Cracking the bottle, he drinks deeply. “Game night was a little crazy. We started late. We had to rearrange the tournaments for Nini’s schedule.”



“I thought game night was here. Where’s Amber? She alright?”



"Yeah, it usually is. She had trouble with a patient. I’m pretty sure she’ll end up staying at the clinic.” He shrugs.



“That really sucks.” Minseok shakes his head.



“Yeah, it happens. It’s almost a weekly thing. Well, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” He turns to go upstairs, Minseok following a few minutes later.





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After the first month, everyone seems to get into a routine. Minseok can honestly say he doesn’t feel like a guest anymore. He enjoys cooking with Amber on the nights they are all home. She’s finally starting to show. Luckily, she can still hide it under her oversized scrubs. It’s been a rough pregnancy so far, but Minseok’s never seen her so happy. Baekhyun’s been more attentive as well. He’s still a little nervous, but he’s making an effort.



Minseok is also able to spend the two evenings a week with Junmyeon. Although they both wish it were more often, they understand why it has to be that way. He’s been going weekly for the labs, sneaking in on Junmyeon’s Wednesday nights before going to the gym. Obviously, they keep everything strictly business, but it’s still an extra few minutes together. Thankfully the labs have been coming back okay so far. Since he’s not entirely on his own, the process is a little more relaxed.



The shop is doing well despite closing early the two nights. Several customers were glad to hear of the changes coming. Considering the lunch menu is a big hit, they are confident this was the right decision. They have a daily soup and a couple of sandwiches that are very popular right now.



Baekhyun and Minseok have been managing throughout the summer without hiring anyone but agreed to start looking. Jongin has just under four weeks left of classes, and they want to have the new person trained and settled before he’s back.



Having set up a few interviews for the next day, Minseok goes out to help Baekhyun and Jongin finish closing for the night. “What else needs to be done before we can get out of here?”



“Actually, I think we’re good. You’ve kept on top of things all afternoon. It was just the cleanup. Dishwashers should be done in five, then we can go. Gym night?” He’s wiping down the last table.



“Yup. You doing game night at home or out?” He asks double checking the machines are off.



“We’re going to mine. Adoptive brother is joining in.” Jongin’s finished his prep work for the morning.



“I’ll never understand why you can’t just say, brother. Or even just Sehun. I thought you two were close.” Minseok laughs.



“We are close, but he’s not my brother. It’s weird for me. I can’t explain.” He struggles for words.



“We get it. It’s a different relationship.” Baekhyun pats the top of his head before turning back to Minseok. “Alright boss, see you later. Have fun.”



“Yeah, you too. See you later. Jongin tomorrow?” He asks walking to the cars.



“Yup, see you tomorrow, Hyung. Be careful.” He waves before getting in the car.



Minseok waits a few moments before climbing in his car. Junmyeon had text him earlier to see if he could pick a couple things up from the grocery store before coming over. As he shops he lets his mind wander thinking about the interviews and menus. Jongin has been teaching him some of what he’s learned in classes, and both are excited about the upcoming changes. They’re even considering a remodel if everything takes off the way they think it will. The store next to them has been closed for about two months, and the older couple who own it have offered it to Minseok. They refuse to list the property until they see what he decides. He parks in his usual spot around the corner and grabs the stuff from the backseat. Juggling the bags, he manages to get the building door open.



Junmyeon is waiting when the elevator opens. “Why didn’t you call me? I would have helped. What is all this? You didn’t stick to the list.”



“Well, you didn’t have dessert included for one, two you’re running out of other things. What are you going to eat when I’m not here?” He asks unpacking the bags. “Here. Put this in the fridge. That’s for tonight. I also grabbed some easy stuff for after work.”



"You baby me too much.” At Minseok’s incredulous face he adds, “I’m not saying I don’t like it, only that you don’t have too. I did manage to feed myself prior to you, you know. What do I owe you?”



“Seriously?” He raises an eyebrow.



“Yeah, seriously. It would be different if you only bought for tonight. Okay. Okay, I’ll shut up. So where do we start?” He asks finished with the groceries.



“Are you hungry?” Minseok moves over to the stove.



“Honestly, not really. Yeri’s niece brought in stuff for the school bake sale. Don’t look at me like that. I was supporting a good cause.” He smiles sheepishly. “Are you?”



“No, I’m okay. Jongin and I were playing with some recipes this afternoon. He can make one basic stock and turn it into ten different things. All of which he wanted me to try. We’re getting close to a complete menu.” Minseok grabs Junmyeon’s hand leading him into the living room before flopping on the couch. “Oh! I have a few interviews set up for tomorrow. One guy looks promising, seems like he knows his coffee, and he’s worked as a waiter. He’s my first choice on paper. There are two girls coming in too. They are college kids that frequently come in. I figure maybe we could somehow use them all. Maybe the three of us can switch off nights or even have a day off. I’m rambling. I’m sorry.”



“It’s okay. It’s nice to see you smile like that. It’s adorable.” Junmyeon pokes his cheek. “I love you.”



“Love you. C’mere.” He leans forward, Junmyeon meeting him halfway.



An hour later, Minseok is at the stove with hair still dripping while Junmyeon finishes getting dressed in the bedroom. Minseok chops vegetables for stir fry and everything for a salad at once to save time. Junmyeon comes in and grabs the grill pan from the cupboard.



Working side by side has become so routine they hand each other things without speaking. They playfully nudge each other as they finish cooking. Junmyeon suggests eating on the sofa so they can watch the latest episodes he has recorded.



Two episodes in, Minseok pauses the show and clears their plates. “Be right back. Ready for cake?”



“Mmm, what kind?” He follows.



“Here slice these.” He hands Junmyeon a pint of strawberries. “I stole some of Jongin’s pound cake that was left. I’m going to make a whipped cream. Put the strawberries in that bowl. There’s a little lemon juice and sugar that will break them down a little.”



They opt to share as they aren’t very hungry. Junmyeon laughs telling Minseok about the cute noises he makes when he eats something he really likes. Minseok retaliates by swiping his spoon across Junmyeon’s face leaving a sticky trail of strawberry and cream behind.



He groans but manages to flick some cream on Minseok’s face and neck. The two laugh like children until Junmyeon leans forward to lick the mess on his neck. Minseok flat out moans scrambling to pull Junmyeon into his lap.



--



Minseok’s sweaty and naked trying to catch his breath when his phone rings. “Fuck! What time is it? Hello?”



Junmyeon stumbles around grabbing clothes off the floor trying to figure out what belongs to who. He throws Minseok’s boxers followed by his jeans. “Here.”



"Baek, I’m on my way… At a friend’s. We lost track of time… I know. I’m coming… Yeah, bye. Fuck, Myeon. This is bad. I’ll call you later.” He pulls on the rest of his clothes. “I love you. I’m sorry.”



Minseok doesn’t give Junmyeon the chance to say anything, just runs out the door heading for the car. He practically flies home, doing well above the speed limit. How was he so stupid?



He parks behind Baekhyun’s car in the driveway noticing Amber still isn’t home. Good, he thinks. He’s bound to get screamed at and would rather her not be involved. He’ll apologize to her tomorrow.



“Baek, I’m home. I’m so so…” He starts



“Minseok, stop,” Baekhyun says coming in from the dining room. He looks off, but not angry as he expected. He appears sad. Afraid even.



“Baekhyun listen.” He stops when Baekhyun puts a finger to his lip.



“I’m sorry.” He says. “I’m so sorry.”



Baekhyun turns and walks away. He starts to follow. Suddenly he’s grabbed from behind. Minseok doesn’t even get the chance to struggle before he feels the needle pinch at his neck. The effect is almost immediate. The last thing he sees before he passes out is Mr. Lee standing over him.



“Wake up, Mr. Kim.” Chanyeol is waving smelling salts under his nose.



Minseok jolts awake. The pungent smell stuck in his nose. Trying to sit up he realizes his arms are strapped to the gurney he’s lying on.



“What’s going on? Let me out of this.” He tugs on his restraints.



“Minseok, stop. Mr. Lee is ranting and raving to have you executed. You need to cooperate. Yixing and Kyungsoo are in a meeting now trying to block it. They think you can be cured.” Chanyeol turns to leave.



“Chanyeol, wait. Where is...Is he okay? Did they arrest…”



“You were the only arrest brought in tonight.” He cuts him off. “Get some sleep. We start tomorrow.”



“Start what? Chanyeol, start what?” Minseok calls out, but Chanyeol’s already gone locking the door behind him.



Unable to sleep, Minseok stares at the ceiling. He can’t stop thinking about the look on Baekhyun’s face. The hurt was clear. He doesn’t blame Baekhyun for turning him in. He has to protect his family, and Minseok put them in danger. Jongin too. He expects Jongin will finish school, although the shop may be shut down. He really made a mess for his friends. Minseok hopes he can apologize, even if that seems unlikely. He’d be lucky to live from the sounds of it. Refusing to acknowledge that now, he wonders about Junmyeon. Chanyeol said he was the only arrest. Does that mean Junmyeon is safe? Does he even know?



By the time Kyungsoo and Yixing come in, Minseok has himself sick with worry. The two doctors work in silence, moving quickly to set up the machines. He wants to know if they know anything about the others. If they are okay. He’s trying to think of a way to ask when Mr. Lee walks in.



“What are you doing? You aren’t supposed to be here!” Kyungsoo says sharply peering over the computer screen.



“I have orders from the president. I’m here to oversee, not partake.” Mr. Lee holds the envelope out and smiles smugly.



Kyungsoo all but snatches it out of his hand and begins flipping pages furiously. “This says you are to oversee treatments not testing. This is a repeat of the initial images to see what has changed. When we come up with a treatment plan, I will let you know. Until then, looks like you have the morning off.”



Mr. Lee glares at him with hands balled at his sides. “Fine!’ He storms out almost knocking Chanyeol over as he comes in.



“Someone is happy this morning. What’s up Xing? Soo?”



“Chanyeol,” Yixing says still playing with the machines. “Why don’t you get Mr. Kim prepped. We should be ready to start in five.”



“Right, sorry.” Chanyeol goes over to the cabinet and pulls out the things he needs including a pair of handcuffs. He makes his way back to the bed where Minseok is lying with arms still strapped.



“Do you really need those?” Minseok asks while Chanyeol cuffs him.



“Yes, Mr. Kim. He does. You are no longer just a patient.” Kyungsoo reminds him.



“You think I don’t know that! It just seems excessive considering I intend to cooperate.” Minseok sighs.



“Come on, I’ll take you to the bathroom and then help you change. These just snap into place. Makes it easier since I can’t uncuff you.” He says undoing the straps.



Minseok makes his way to the bathroom with Chanyeol following. He doesn’t even bother asking for privacy to use the toilet. Chanyeol does give him some modesty by turning his back. He leaves Minseok a toothbrush and washcloth on the sink. He cleans his face and teeth the best he can with his hands bound and turns to Chanyeol.



“Okay, let’s get your shoes and jeans off first. I’ll take them to the closet in your room later.” Chanyeol places everything in a plastic personal items bag. “I’m going to have to cut the shirt. Turn around for me?”



Minseok does what he’s told. Chanyeol works quickly cutting up the back and down the sleeves of his shirt. Once cut, it falls off easily. Chanyeol puts the new shirt over Minseok’s head and begins working on the little clasps. It snaps together along his sides and arms. Minseok assumes this is for the higher security prisoners which, he realizes, he is now one of.



“I know you can’t say much, but how bad is it? Will I ever get out of here? What about my friends? Chanyeol, are they okay.” Minseok hangs his head.



Chanyeol squats down a little, so they are the same height. “Don’t ask anything else, especially out there. Baekhyun and Jongin were questioned and released. Baekhyun turned you in. Your mother showed up at his house, and when you weren’t there, she threatened to call. So Baek did it. As for, you know, I haven’t seen him. It looks like he got a warning and made it out. That’s all I know. We need to get back.”



Minseok reaches out, grabbing Chanyeol’s arm with his linked hands. “Thank you. I want to keep them out of it.”



“We’re trying.” Chanyeol sighs.



Minseok wants to ask more but knows he shouldn’t. Chanyeol already said more than he should have. Yixing comes over at that point handing Minseok the same small bottle as last time. He drinks it without comment and climbs back onto the gurney allowing Chanyeol to strap him back in place.



Having done this once already, Minseok knows what to expect. Once everyone is in position, the tests go quickly. Kyungsoo is reviewing the images as Chanyeol wheels him back into the room he was last night.



“I’m waiting for a call from the ward. They don’t have any rooms available at the moment.” Yixing rubs at his chin absentmindedly. “I’ll let you know when I hear something.”



With no available beds, Minseok will spend the night in the small recovery room. Chanyeol is with him as he was assigned guard duty. He’s managed to pull a mattress from another gurney in and has set up on the floor. Minseok laughs at the number of blankets and pillows he was able to steal, still feeling the effect of the medicine. Kyungsoo comes in as the clinic is closing for the night.



“I was going to ask if you’ll be alright, but seeing as you have your own fort in here.” He rolls his eyes as Chanyeol’s head pops out from underneath the blanket. “Tomorrow we will start with injections to see if a different formula can help you. I got approval to keep you here. It will be easier since we will be loading you into the machines frequently. Looks like we will be taking turns staying with you. You’re still out of it, aren’t you? Chanyeol go get him food. He needs to eat and stay hydrated. I’ll wait with him while you go.”



Kyungsoo pulls a chair over to the bed and sits. He idly taps his fingers on his knee.



“I know-you-you said-not to-ask-ask questions.” Minseok struggles to get his words out. “What-happens-if this-fails?”



“You already know the answer to that. Execution or the rest of your life in the psych ward.” He shrugs as if it’s not a big deal.



“Do- do I get-a choice?” Minseok asks.



“You can certainly voice it, doesn’t mean I can approve it. You’re better off seeing yourself recovered than trying to decide life or death.” Kyungsoo stares at him.



“Do you think-I’m curable?”Minseok doesn’t back down.



“No, I don’t.” Kyungsoo puts it bluntly.



“You want to see me-dead too. I thought-I-don’t know what-what I thought.” He huffs.



“Mr. Kim, I can’t look at things that way. You are diseased. My job is to cure you or eliminate you. Nothing more, nothing less.”



“Harsh, Soo!” Chanyeol comes in with a tray piled with food.



“It’s not harsh. It’s the truth.” He shrugs Chanyeol off and turns back to Minseok. “Eat. You won’t do yourself any good if you don’t keep your strength up. This door will be locked. I have the key. Chanyeol, you need anything, call. I’ll see you both in the morning.”



He waits for the lock to click into place before carrying the tray over to the bed. “I’ll set you up a bit and uncuff one hand so you can eat. Promise me I won’t regret it.”



“Where do you think I’d get too?” Minseok rolls his eyes.



“I know. I just want to be sure. Here.” He undoes the restraint before moving to lift the head of the bed. “Good? Okay. I got you coffee. Decaf because you do need to sleep. I have bottles of water in the mini-fridge too. They only had the ready-made stuff, so I got a few wraps and some chips. What would you like?”



Minseok takes a minute to look at everything piled on the little tray. There are even wrapped cookies. “What do you want?”



“Well, this one is good. I grabbed two, so we both get one. This one isn’t bad. Not the greatest but it’s edible. I haven’t had this one yet.” He excitedly goes through everything. “Here, these chips are the best.”



Chanyeol makes up a plate, opening everything for Minseok to make it easier. When he’s situated, he takes his plate and sits in the chair where Kyungsoo was. They eat in silence, neither knowing what to say. When they’re finished, Chanyeol throws out the wrappers and puts the uneaten ones in the fridge. He grabs two more bottles of water, leaving one for Minseok before dimming the lights. When he’s satisfied, he curls up on his bed.



“Uh, Chanyeol? You forget something?” Minseok holds his hand up when he looks up.



“Oh right, Thanks.” He quickly attaches the restraint noticing little tremors. “You cold?”



Minseok nods. Chanyeol pulls two blankets off the top of his pile and covers him over. Minseok thanks him and wiggles a little to get comfortable. Chanyeol stands there a few seconds before undoing both straps.



“What are you doing?” Minseok is confused.



“You need to sleep. And this way you can go to the bathroom if you need too. I trust you.”



Minseok nods again, unsure of how to respond. Pulling out his phone, Chanyeol sets the alarm saying it will allow him time to readjust everything before the others get in. Minseok falls asleep quickly, the residual effects of the medicine help.



They are woken up earlier than anticipated when Yixing sneaks in. He’s carrying a takeaway bag and coffee. He doesn't say anything as he passes out breakfast, ignoring the fact that Minseok not restrained.



“What are you doing here?” Chanyeol’s rubbing his eyes. “And where’d you get food this early?”



“Twenty-four-hour diner on my way in. Food may not be hot, but it’s still good.” He says taking a bite. “Soo should be here any minute. He wants to get started before Lee shows up. Eat fast.”



Kyungsoo walks in as they’re cleaning up. Minseok is just coming out from the bathroom. He freezes when he sees him glaring from across the room.



“Move, now!” Kyungsoo gets Minseok back on the bed and redoes the straps. “If Lee sees this! Use your brains.”



“Soo, relax. Minseok isn’t going to do anything.” Chanyeol tries to reason.



“Damn it! It’s not him I’m worried about! I’ll have you removed if I have too. You know we have to do this one by the book. Mr. Kim stays restrained from now on. Understood?”



“I don’t see what the big deal is, but I got it.”



“Yixing?”



“Okay, Soo. We understand.”



“Good. I want labs on him now. Then we can start ironing out the plan of care.” Kyungsoo walks back to grab his laptop. “Yixing come sit. I need your input.”



Chanyeol draws his blood and takes it to the lab while they work. The two sit with heads together going over old cases. Minseok can hear them going through the various stages of the disease and where they think he falls. Kyungsoo says stage three, end stage. Yixing argues stage two. Yixing continues pushing that stage three holds no remorse for the infected’s actions, the disease taking over all brain function passed themselves and the object of affection. Kyungsoo reluctantly agrees as Minseok still shows an interest in how his friends were affected.



Once the official diagnosis is charted, they move on to treatments. This starts a new squabble. Yixing wants to start with lower doses whereas Kyungsoo wants more invasive. They agree to a middle ground. Realizing Minseok is listening, Kyungsoo begins writing the plans and Yixing keeps his arguments vague.



Once they finalize, Kyungsoo goes to call Mr. Lee and check the status of the labs. Yixing begins setting up the machine. They will be using the MRI to avoid too much radiation, and use the CT only when necessary. This also means Minseok does not need the allergy medicine.



At the end of the week, Minseok’s scans are still the same. Kyungsoo is frustrated, and Lee is calling for execution again. Yixing and Kyungsoo both refuse to file the paperwork saying they’ve barely started treatment. They work out a plan for the following week allowing Minseok the weekend to rest.



Yixing stays with him for the entire weekend. Minseok was moved to a patient room in the lower security ward. Here, they both have a bed and a shower. Minseok realizes Amber works this floor. She does stop by with food, but Minseok doesn’t have the chance to speak with her.



With time to kill, Yixing tells Minseok what to expect in the upcoming days. He explains the new injections and some side effects, but they will handle that as they go. Minseok finds he enjoys talking with him. Yixing’s demeanor is very calm and soothing. He’s not sure what to expect of Kyungsoo but is confident the doctor will be on guard duty eventually.



Halfway through the injection process, Minseok wants to give up. He’s lost track of time. Several of the injections leave him confused and anxious, others make him sleep. The doctors have started discussing more invasive treatments. Minseok is genuinely terrified as he listens to them go back and forth.



The following morning Minseok is moved back to the recovery room. It’s set up differently. Minseok holds in any signs of fear as he sees the new machine. Chanyeol can’t meet his eyes as he adjusts the restraints at his wrists and now his ankles as well. Yixing works to secure his head into the harness and attaches it to the bed. Minseok couldn’t move if he wanted too.

Kyungsoo attaches more sensors, these are physically stuck to his body with lines running to a computer. “Mr. Kim. This is our final option. I will start with short pulses of electricity followed by a scan to see changes. Each session allows me six pulses. Do you have any questions?”



“No.”



“Yixing, you monitor there. If he spikes too high, call out, and I’ll stop the charges. Chanyeol, insert an IV. I want these two medicines and a bag of fluids attached before we begin. Fifteen minutes to start time.” Kyungsoo delivers instructions before setting up the ECT unit.



Chanyeol does as he’s told, working quickly to inject the medicines through the tubing before hanging the saline bag. He squeezes Minseok’s hand once and walks away. Yixing comes over next and adjusts some of the leads.



“Okay, I have a good connection to everything. This will essentially throw you into a seizure. Your heart and brain functions are being monitored. The side effects are equivalent to general anesthesia used in surgeries. You were given a muscle relaxer which will limit the strength of the seizures. Any questions?” Yixing asks.



“Will it hurt?” Minseok whispers.



“It will be uncomfortable but shouldn’t be painful at this level. We are starting small.” Kyungsoo answers. “Ready?”



Minseok laughs, “If I said no would it help?”



Kyungsoo stares blankly at him, appearing almost like he wants to laugh himself. “No.”



“Can’t blame him for trying though.” Yixing smiles.



“No, I suppose I can’t.” He places the two electrodes at Minseok’s temples and puts the bite guard in. “Here we go.”



Minseok watches Kyungsoo set the current and press the button. Minseok’s eyes roll back at the second pulse. The third has him biting down hard on the bite plate. Kyungsoo turns off the machine and goes to Yixing to discuss what has shown.



“Chanyeol, get him unhooked. I want the scans done now.” Kyungsoo orders.



They work quickly getting him loaded into the machine. The scans show no change. The allow him a day of recovery before round two. Even at a higher level, Minseok doesn’t respond. He fails the second scan.



At this point, Mr. Lee is a raving lunatic. Kyungsoo gets approval for the final round regardless of Mr. Lee’s complaints. In an attempt to appease him, Mr. Lee is granted the right to monitor the session. Minseok has been hooked up to IVs since the first session. They’ve been keeping him in a semi-sedated state to control his panic attacks.



The morning of the third session, Minseok is moved into a larger procedure room. This one has a viewing loft. He can see Mr. Lee conversing with several government officials. When he is hooked up to all the monitors, Chanyeol comes over to administer the medicines.



“Why-why three?” Minseok manages.



“Stronger current this time. So you don’t hurt yourself.” He answers.



“Good morning. I’m Dr. Do, and this is Dr. Zhang. He will be monitoring Mr. Kim’s vitals throughout today’s procedure. Chanyeol is our assistant and lab technician. Are there any questions before we get started?” Kyungsoo asks.



No one in the box says anything. They take their seats and watch with rapt attention. Mr. Lee is especially ecstatic with his nose almost pressed to the glass. Kyungsoo double checks the leads once more before powering up the ECT.



Chanyeol stands beside the bed this time. Minseok watches him. He can see this is bothering him. Chanyeol nods once just as the first pulse takes place. Minseok’s body goes rigid, every muscle locking into place despite the relaxers. Only the whites of his eyes are visible.

“Stop!” Yixing calls out. “His pulse rate is too high.”