[he really doesn't want to argue junsu's opinion, give him reasons for why he does belong there, scare him with them. what he says back isn't a lie - junsu belongs there less because he doesn't belong there at all.]
Do you hate it that much? Do you want to escape right away?
[minsu doesn't know how closely they're still watching the newest arrival. it would be even less after a few days. but things could happen in those few days. junsu could be hurt again.]
[ he can't explain just why he's so afraid, though. not without revealing he's human, and he can't yet be sure it won't make minsu turn on him. he doubts it, but his self-preservation instincts tell him not to say anything yet.
escaping right away would be ideal, but it's probably not safe. ]
So you'll protect me? [ he finishes for him, closing his eyes. he wants that safety and protection, but getting it for no reason, without asking for it, without doing anything to deserve it, feels weird. like it's a lie. like minsu might say that but then decide junsu isn't worth it.
junsu has to make him care, make him think he has to keep him safe. his hand finds minsu's chest, fingers tapping there idly. ]
[he's never protected anyone before, only himself. it's the safest way, it's how you survive.
but minsu's had enough time in here to think about it, and about how his life had pretty much already been solitary confinement. but now junsu's here with him, and he likes his company, likes this boy, and he doesn't really want to lose either of them.]
I'll protect you. The next time those men come to hurt you, they're in for a surprise.
[he tips junsu's chin up, just enough for him to see his face. literally, his face as minsu shifts his appearance to match the other's.]
Stay under the covers with a pillow. It'll look big enough that they think you're me.
[ that's... startling, and scary, and kind of hot all at once. junsu gets goosebumps, watching minsu shift into him while declaring that he'll keep him safe.
god, he's so easy. his heart skips a beat. his hand lifts to touch minsu's cheek, but it's his face instead. his lips and his nose. it's not at all like looking at the mirror. it's like seeing himself as others see him for the first time. ]
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[he really doesn't want to argue junsu's opinion, give him reasons for why he does belong there, scare him with them. what he says back isn't a lie - junsu belongs there less because he doesn't belong there at all.]
Do you hate it that much? Do you want to escape right away?
[minsu doesn't know how closely they're still watching the newest arrival. it would be even less after a few days. but things could happen in those few days. junsu could be hurt again.]
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[ he can't explain just why he's so afraid, though. not without revealing he's human, and he can't yet be sure it won't make minsu turn on him. he doubts it, but his self-preservation instincts tell him not to say anything yet.
escaping right away would be ideal, but it's probably not safe. ]
We should wait. We need to plan.
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[the 'stay close to me' goes unspoken. minsu feels suddenly shy and can't finish the thought.]
And I've already got it figured it out.
[which might seem surprising, or even unlikely. but there is still a little of that fox cleverness inside of him.]
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junsu has to make him care, make him think he has to keep him safe. his hand finds minsu's chest, fingers tapping there idly. ]
What's the plan, then?
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but minsu's had enough time in here to think about it, and about how his life had pretty much already been solitary confinement. but now junsu's here with him, and he likes his company, likes this boy, and he doesn't really want to lose either of them.]
I'll protect you. The next time those men come to hurt you, they're in for a surprise.
[he tips junsu's chin up, just enough for him to see his face. literally, his face as minsu shifts his appearance to match the other's.]
Stay under the covers with a pillow. It'll look big enough that they think you're me.
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god, he's so easy. his heart skips a beat. his hand lifts to touch minsu's cheek, but it's his face instead. his lips and his nose. it's not at all like looking at the mirror. it's like seeing himself as others see him for the first time. ]
Okay, [ he whispers, breathless, enthralled. ]