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"I didn't mean to, you have to believe me, gege," Zitao whispers hastily, as if he couldn't get rid of the words fast enough. "But I couldn't help it, you know, Xing-gege and Boxian-gege looked so pretty and I. I'm not a voyeur! I really didn't want to but I g-g-" He draws a deep breath. "You know we had to watch and they were so pretty and the way the moved... and I got hard and Sehun didn't. I felt disgusting but I had these pictures in my head. I thought, what if I were... what if I were Yixing. I didn't want it, it's just. I just thought about it, and Boxian-gege's fingers..."
He looks up at Lu Han carefully and asks. "You've never thought about Boxian-gege's fingers, right?"
Lu Han is pretty sure what Zitao is talking about and he's never done that with a girl he was with, much less had it done to him. Sure, Baekhyun's fingers are pretty, a little too pretty for a guy even, but Lu Han has never wanted them up his ass. So he shakes his head and murmurs honestly. "No, I haven't. Not like that."
Zitao nods slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on his hands in his lap. "It's me, right?"
"Maybe it's not just you. I don't know." Yixing's fingers flash in his mind, the way he gestures when he talks, and Lu Han shifts uncomfortably. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that we get out of here alive. We're all helping each other stay alive, okay?"
Zitao nods again. "Thanks, gege. I think I'll try to catch some sleep."
For a lack of anything to do, Lu Han watches him pull his leopard print hood over his dishevelled hair and curl up on one of the mattresses. He hardly even gets to close his eyes before some noises from the other room make his head snap back up. Judging from the angry shouts, there seems to be an argument, even though they can't make out the words clearly. Some of the others have also perked up their ears but lose interest quickly. There's nothing they can do anyway since the door is locked. They try to ignore the thuds and bumps as best as they can. Lu Han and Zitao exchange wide-eyed stares.
Sehun, Zitao mouthes, worry filling his wide eyes. The muffled, pained screams are definitely Yixing's though. Lu Han clenches his teeth. So far, most of them have tried to get through the whole ordeal as quietly as possible, hyper-aware of being separated from ten other boys by nothing but a thin wall, wanting to save whatever dignity they could. It's what makes Lu Han's blood boil slowly but surely, the fact that Sehun doesn't seem to give a fuck about Yixing's dignity. Every hoarse cry he hears scrapes at his bones and he has half a mind to punch Sehun in the face, maknae or not, when said boy emerges from the room after it finally went silent.
The steel door clatters as a tray is pushed through the slit, holding bandages, a bottle of spray antiseptic, a clean towel and a bowl of steaming hot water. Treating Jongin is an awkward affair. He shies away from every touch and the three strongest, Chanyeol, Minseok and Zitao have to hold him down by the shoulders and ankles while Kyungsoo and Joonmyun clean his wound and bandage it. Dutifully, they ignore Jongin's involuntary whimpers and the hard outline of his dick against the front of his jeans, and release him as soon as possible.
Lu Han lets his gaze wander through the room and checks on the others, making sure they're okay. It's a habit he has formed in the last ten hours or so. Jongdae is talking in a hushed voice to Baekhyun who still hasn't moved from his spot and Sehun stares at Yifan's back with a slight frown. Lu Han's habit is the reason why he's the first to notice Yixing entering quietly. He's got a cut in his lower lip but looks uninjured otherwise, as far as Lu Han can tell, fully dressed as Yixing is.
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