Sometimes Junmyeon wonders if Jongdae knows, and is just merciful enough not to say anything. Because there are those times at four in the morning when Junmyeon changes clothes and drags his way over to Jongdae’s and asks to use his med kit, and something about the way Jongdae’s eyes tighten when he smiles then makes Junmyeon think that maybe, just maybe, he has figured it out. But then Junmyeon shakes his head and says okay no way, because he always takes care to hide his wounds before going to Jongdae’s, and he has never let Jongdae help bandage them, doing it on his own in the guest bathroom down the hall, and Junmyeon knows there's no way Jongdae's heard something, because one of the ways Junmyeon’s father is so terrifying is because he doesn't yell, doesn't throw things, doesn't really lash out at all. He just looks at Junmyeon until he knows he's messed up somewhere, and then sighs and gets up and then Junmyeon’s the one biting his lip clean through so he isn't loud and screaming and crying and letting the whole neighborhood know that the two men living alone in this house are not who they think they are. 

non-graphic, pg-13 abuse fic, more fluff than anything, honestly. No pairings, but lots of cuddling. Now edited.