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Things That Matter (1/8)

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anon, I hope you're okay with the side pairings and I really tried with the limited 3rd person pov but it's so hard OTL there might be some lapses

Warning: dubcon, (off-screen) self-harm

Lu Han's mind is running in circles. He keeps his legs drawn to his body, face pressed into his knees but it doesn't help block out the ticking of the clock on the wall. They must've been locked in this rat hole for about forty hours now. Soon, Yifan and Jongin will start burning up again and the next round will be announced. Whose turn will it be this time?

Lu Han squeezes his eyes shut and pounds his fists against the sides of his head lightly as if to expel the thoughts. He doesn't want to think about whom he might have to sleep with if his number is called again, doesn't want to think about what he and Minseok have done, what the others have done, what they will do. His bottom still feels weird, so he shifts around trying to find a more comfortable sitting position.

He wants to be free and get out of this windowless room. Outside, he imagines, the sun is shining and it will sting his eyes at first as he stumbles out of the door but it will be wonderfully warm on his skin. He'll see the wide, blue sky above him and feel the blades of grass tickle his feet and suck deep breaths of fresh air into his lungs and-

And right now, the pungent smell of only hastily cleaned cum wafts in his nose and destroys his fantasy. Feeling disgustingly sticky, he contemplates making use of the remaining time before the next round to maybe wash up a little more thoroughly. His heavy thoughts take a long time to move, like wading through a silent swamp, and let him come to the conclusion that yes, he might feel a little better afterwards.

He gets up with some effort, stretching out his joints that ache from sitting unmovingly in the same position for too long. These are surely the longest hours of his life. Even the seemingly endless hours of dance practice they all have complained about at one point or another are a walk in the park compared to this. Saltwater trickles down the side of his nose and he wipes it off, sneaking glances at the others to make sure nobody saw him crying. After all, he's one of the oldest and if the hyungs can't keep their composure, how could the dongsaengs?

As he makes his way over to the adjacent room with the bathroom, he almost stumbles over Sehun's legs. The youngest draws them in at the lightest touch and curls further into Joonmyun's protective embrace. Lu Han catches Joonmyun's gaze and wants to say something, maybe apologize, but he can't get any words out past the thick lump in his throat. Joonmyun only pulls the corners of his lips up in what is probably meant as an understanding smile.

Lu Han almost smashes into the door when it doesn't open after turning the knob. Slightly confused, he turns around and lets his eyes sweep over his band mates to figure out who's locked himself in the other room.

Joonmyun and the youngest are on one of the mattresses, next to them sitting up against the wall are Jongdae and Baekhyun, asleep with their heads carefully propped on each of Kyungsoo's shoulders. Minseok meets his eyes from the other side of the room but Lu Han looks away as the images of his naked body come flooding back. On another mattress lies Yifan with Chanyeol and Zitao watching over him, having taken the spots Lu Han and Yixing had occupied earlier. Yixing is sitting against a wall now, eyes closed, hands pressed over his ears and lips moving soundlessly. A small smile washes over Lu Han's face as he imagines Yixing singing to himself. Maybe... some things can never be broken.

"Jongin-ah!" Lu Han raps his knuckles against the door after finding out who's missing. "Open the door, please. I need to use the bathroom."

There's no answer, only a thickening silence as if someone is holding their breath on the other side of the door. Then there's a series of stomping sounds and a loud crack like splintering wood.