A​/N hey guys! Sorry it's been a while since my last update, I've just been pretty busy and tired but I hope to get this back on track :3 I've also let my one-shot collection go to recently so I'm really sorry about that too :/ but, as ever, thanks for reading and being patient <3 love you all haha <3 and sorry if I haven't replied to your messages or kept up to date with fics, I've just been so busy, but I love you still ^-^   •••   Jonghyun blinked.
Minho stared.
For a moment, time ticked blankly.
And then Minho was by Jonghyun’s side, helping him to stand, removing his jacket and analysing the gash in his arm. Minho was running to the door, ensuring it was in place as it had been when Jonghyun had found it, and then was hastily dragging him to the bedroom with a forceful, “Shhh.”
Once they entered, Minho pushed the door till and exhaled, the television muted by the walls.
“Holy ,” a voice breathed.
Jonghyun raised his head as he leant against the wall to look at Kibum, who sat with a suitcase by his side, throwing in whatever old clothes he could find. His hair was a tangled mess and he cradled a hand protectively, but otherwise looked unharmed, the soft glow from the lamplight illuminating the streaks of makeup across his skin where tears had formed pathways.
“What...” Kibum started, but never finished, as his eyes worriedly locked on Jonghyun’s bloodied shirtsleeve, the red dying the white like Lucifer invading heaven.
“Just pack,” Minho commanded, “quickly, Kibum.”   Kibum nodded, but kept glancing back at Jonghyun. He threw in shoes and socks, lowly muttering, “Praise be to God my dogs are with my mother, praise be to God...”
Jonghyun frowned, looking at Minho, who caught his eye and slowly shook his head. Kibum was rambling as if deranged, but they let him. Being over-wrought in a time like this wasn't something they were taking for granted.
“Your cut needs bandaged, or sewn up,” Minho acknowledged, as Kibum zipped the case, one-handed.   "What the hell is h-happening?” Jonghyun croaked, as Kibum stood, shaking ever-so-slightly. Minho shook his head and pursed his lips, before looking back at Jonghyun.
“We're leaving,” he admitted, “now.”
“Why is the place a state?” Jonghyun asked, exasperated. “Did someone come in?”
“Yes, but we ran away,” Minho revealed, “and we just got back to pack. We were going to phone your sister and come and get you, but now we see that, clearly, you haven’t been there.”
Kibum didn't look at Jonghyun.
This was it, this was now or never, Jonghyun had to be honest. His arm cramped as his entire body suffered from a pain much worse than physical, and he parted his lips, eyes alternating from the exhausted Minho to the abused Kibum.
“A... A few days ago,” Jonghyun started, voice shaking excessively, “I found Taemin.”
As Jonghyun battled the feeling of wanting to launch himself out of the window of Kibum’s sophisticated bedroom, Minho slid back against the full-length mirrors, struck in awe.   It was Kibum’s reaction that caught Jonghyun off guard, as the younger threw his head back and laughed.   "Ha! Told you,” Kibum spat at Minho. “I told you he was lying to us, he was lying to us and he didn’t give a !”   Jonghyun felt as if a bullet was ricocheting through him, piercin