Jaebeom and Hoseok take him, both holding one of the back sides of his knee and his neck.

They let him down very slowly, seeing as his nose scrunches, while he holds the wound.

"Do you need something Seokjin?" The older shakes his head at Jaebeom's question.

"I'm alright." The other two nod and take a seat beside the ravined.

"You do know that if you hadn't gone out that night, this wouldn't have happened right?" Jisung says as he looks at Seokjin's wound.

"Why are you still talking about that? It's his problem, not yours, isn't it?" Kihyun retorts, sitting beside Hoseok.

"I just don't understand how dumb someone has to be to protect such a useless person." Minho holds the other by his collar, too fast for the other to protect himself.

"Jisung! Listen to me very carefully! I am done! Do you hear me? I am done with your bullshit. Stop complaining and sit down! If you have a problem well suck it up! This isn't a fairytale and you're not the main character." Jisung grits his teeth, puffing his chest to look bigger.

He might have been scared before, but somehow after that comfort session on their first game, Jisung's heart feels some kind of inexplicable safety around the brunette.

"And what can you do to stop me?!" Changkyun comes in between, putting a hand in between them.

Minho's eyes widened, no matter how angry he was, he would never hurt the younger nor would he consciously trigger the other's trauma. He will surely be angry but never let it out on the younger.

"It's okay, let him talk Minho, it's not like he isn't right. But at this point, I can't do anything against it." Hwangwoon says, looking at Seokjin.

"I'm sorry Seokjin. I really am. I will forever be grateful and help you as much as I can." Seokjin smiles, nodding.

"You don't have to apologize, I did it willingly." Jisung rolls his eyes, pushing Minho away.

"You are right Hwangwoon, Jisung doesn't even deserve our anger." That hurt Jisung more than he actually thought it would.

No matter what his mouth said, his heart seeks love just like any other. He wanted the other's approval.

Seoho arrives as well, already nearing the basket.

"Let's start then. There are only four papers here so let's make this fast. Seokjin needs to eat." As he says that, his tummy growls making his teammates giggle.

"Seems like he isn't the only one," Changkyun says as he lets the other two males be alone again.

Minho and Jisung stay up, whereas Changkyun sits down beside Jaebeom.

Hwangwoon sits behind Seokjin to give him a slight massage to his scalp.

Seoho smiles as well as he unfolds the paper, yet that laugh slowly fades away as he reads the words.

"What does it say?" Hoseok asks, worry in his voice.

The others look attentively at the participant as he gulps down.

"It says ... I should denigrate Kihyun ... for- for being gay. A-and I shout spit on his face." Jaebeom grunts.

"The hell do you want?! Why are you making us do these things?! Does it give you pleasure?" He screams angrily at the voice.

For the viewers of course! And it's surely very amusing to host as well! I don't understand why you are acting up Mister Wang, is it because of our deal?

The stripper shuts up instantly. The others look at him with puzzled expressions.

"What does she mean?" Seokjin asks as Hwangwoon stops the massage.

"Who says what they want, hear what they don't want to."

"She's crazy. That's all. Whatever she wanted I didn't agree and now she's probably pissed at me." Most of them seemed to believe his words since the host definitely loved to mess with their heads, yet Seoho had a small voice inside of his head telling him the older was hiding something.

Kihyun stands up and nears Seoho.

"I'm Kihyun, what's your name?" The Lee bows slightly, taking the older's hand.

"I'm Seoho, Lee Seoho." Kihyun knew who he was since his boyfriend is his big brother yet he didn't want to reveal things Minhyuk might want to keep hidden.

"Nice to meet you. Let's just get this over with, okay? I know whatever you'll say, it won't be true so I don't mind, okay?" Jisung scuffs and sits down.

Minho lanches him a threatening gaze, to which the younger only pulls his tongue.

"I ... I don't think I can do that ..." Kihyun grins, laying a comforting hand on the other's shoulder.

"Imagine me being a terrible person. A person you hate with all your heart, and scold to your heart's desire." Seoho nods, closing his eyes.

"I hate- I hate you!" The sudden scream makes the others skip a breath, looking at the scene.

"You need to be meaner Seoho. Don't worry I won't mind." Seoho takes a deep breath and leaves his eyes shut.

"I hate you so much! You're so disgusting! How can you? How can you love a man? That's so unnatural! Guess what? He will never notice you! Never!" Hoseok closes his eyes as well.

He could feel those words to his bone, he has heard them as well, so brutally said to his face.

Jisung looks as well. Those hurtful words leaving Seoho's mouth, so passionately, make even him rethink his own words.

"You know what will happen? That guy you like will use you! That's right! He will fuck you and leave you like that since gays are only for that! Holes- holes to fuck! You're just a slut for him." Seoho's eyes water, the tears rolling down his face.

"You're parents surely wished you were never born since all you have given them is a disgrace!" He spits on the other's cheek, opening his eyes instantly.

He sobs loudly, not being able to hold his weeping anymore.

Kihyun hugs him, rubbing his back. The other had never cried so much in front of anyone. His parents would have given him a great beating at this point.

"He won't. You are worth his love Seoho." Kihyun whispers softly into the other's ear, so no one could hear him.

Seoho cries harder. Kihyun saw right through him, he understood the person he was degrading was himself not just a random stranger.

Minho joins them, rubbing his brother's back.

"Let it out Seo, no-one is here to scold you for that." Kihyun smiles at Minho. No matter the mistakes he made in the past, this man has become a wonderful human being.

Seoho wipes his tears with the hem of his t-shirt, recomposing himself.

"You did great Seo. You won't have to do anything anymore for today so just calm down, okay?" Minho says, messing the other's hair once.

Their relationship was definitely one of the most beautiful.

I don't have much patience today! Continue the game!

As if on command the participants hear a loud scream from the glade.

What might that voice have done with the other groups?

Jaebeom stands up and grabs one of the papers, unfolding it slowly. He knows he will piss her off with this.

In the end, the only person to be pissed off was him after reading his task.

"Make Hwangwoon slip." The smallest lets out a gasp, and his secret is revealed.

The group red was just looking confused, not understanding why he had to make the younger fall down.

"I will just push you, okay? That's all there is." Hwangwoon doesn't know what to answer.

If he doesn't explain what it really means the voice will tell it for him. In this case, the truth will come out no matter what.

"You want me to tell him?" Seokjin asks, turning just a bit, not too much as to hurt his stitches.

"Tell me what?" Jaebeom looks confused,  nearing the other two.

"N-no ... I can ... I should tell it myself." Minho looks at Jisung, warning him not to say anything since the other stood up, slowly nearing the others.

"I ... uhm ... I went through a few traumas in my childhood ... and those left a mark. To heal that inner child ... let's say I turn into one. I ... I can understand if you don't find it very okay for a grown man to slip into littlespace, and turn himself into a child ... but that's the best way I found with the help of my psychologist to treat my trauma." Jaebeom's heart warms up. How could he scold or even worse denigrate this man for this?

He's a father himself, seeing his son needing to slip to heal his trauma would only make him happy that he was treating it.

"Hey hey! You got it all wrong! Why would I?" He helps the smaller stand-up and gives him a huge smile.

"Yep, don't worry man we all got our weird stuff. You're still just human like we all, so why judge?" Changkyun affirms. Hoseok nods as well, adjusting his nose piercing.

"I'm a father as well Hwangwoon. Seeing my child in despair is worse than having my child acting like a child to heal." He pats the younger's head, receiving a huge smile back.

"I gotta admit, you had some balls telling all these people your secret without knowing their reaction. Seems like you aren't just a retard after all." Jisung says, grinning.

"Thank you? I guess?"Hwangwoon says, looking at Jaebeom again. Minho scuffs at the brunette's statement.

Faster! If you don't speed up I will break bones! Do you understand? I am not patient anymore!

Jaebeom takes a deep breath, rubbing his forehead.

"How do I make you slip?" The smaller anxiously bites the inner of his cheek.

"Uhm ... I'm already on edge ... you just need to make me feel unsafe." Jaebeom leans in and kisses the other's forehead trying to apologize for what he's about to do.

"Don't take anything seriously that I'm about to tell you, okay? I'm sorry." Hwangwoon nods, taking one step back from the older.

Hoseok sighs, not wanting this. Why must they hurt each other to clear these games?

Why can't it be just a normal game with no pain?

"If you get hurt, no one will save you. You will die and rote alone in here without anyone mourning you, you're not worthy of it, such a dispensable person." Hwangwoon closes his eyes. He can feel his little fighting to come out against his big self telling him to stay put.

"Auch man, that hurt," Jisung says, opening his mouth to reveal his closed teeth.

He sits down near the others, holding his legs.

"You think anyone here likes you? They are just ... pretending. Seokjin did it all just for show, when the time comes he will leave you as well." Hwangwoon falls to the ground. His sobbing was loud enough to make the birds nearby fly away.

"Hwannie sowwy! Hwannie sowwy! Hwannie sowwy!" Seokjin's heart breaks right there, trying to stand up to hug the smaller one.

His wound hurts too much to even move a muscle, let alone stand up.

Minho hugs the smaller one instead, rubbing his back softly, and waits for the sobbing to stop.

"Let's get this over with." Hoseok takes another paper, throwing it on the floor forcefully as he read the content.

His cheeks heat up, his jaw clenched tightly.

"I ... I have to make you bleed Seokjin, through your wound." The oldest widens his eyes.

"I ... I can't" his own mind stops him. Lee Hoseok's words echo in his head, telling him to take on the role of the big brother, not letting his brother down.

In this context, he is a leader, a brother, and even a father to Hwangwoon. He can't just be a coward now.

"Exactly, you can't and I won't do it." Biting his finger to somewhat divert his attention to something else, Seokjin stands up, holding his wound with the other hand.

"Do it." Kihyun approaches Seokjin horror in his eyes.

"You can't! Min doesn't have enough sutures and thread to close it up again if he needs to." Seokjin looks at him dead serious.

"I won't let anyone get hurt because of my cowardice." Changkyun joins as well just like Jisung.

"Hey man! You don't even know if what she's saying is true. You can't let yourself get killed because of that." The ravined explains, having Jisung support him with a nod.

You don't believe my words? Fine. I wanted to give you a nice person to make you bleed but seems like no one agrees with that.

From the shadows of the forest, a figure could be made out. From the looks, of it, it was a man, wearing only black.

His hair was completely hidden behind a dark Binnie, his nose and lips hidden as well behind a charcoal mask.

They were all dangerously near to that man, even though they still had tall trees to protect them.

They all stand up at once, making a human shield to protect Seokjin.

What they didn't know, was that this person was only a distraction.

The real bad guy comes from behind, only a bit taller than the other, taking Seokjin by his armpits and lifting him up with a hard jolt, the ravined's body was too weak to accompany the motion and his legs stay put.

His torso is lifted but his legs stay where there, making his belly stretch to compensate for it, causing the wound to stretch as well.

"Ah! Stop! It's ripping!" The others turn around, understanding with shock what the plan was all along.

The masked man runs away, leaving just Seokjin behind, clutching onto his wound for dear life.

It started bleeding once again, he had felt the stitches ripping from his skin.

"Oh my God Seokjin! Are you okay?" Hoseok goes on his knees, holding the older by his shoulders.

Kihyun approaches as well, reaching for the hem of the shirt, to lift it up.

Seokjin takes away his hand to expose his bleeding wound.

Three stitches had ripped but the rest seemed still okay.

Kihyun sighs.

"Three ripped, but the rest is still okay. I think Min can easily stitch you up again." Seokjin clenches his teeth, balling his hands and hitting his fists against the ground hard.

"I don't want to! I don't! I give up! Okay?! I give up! Take me away do whatever you like to me! But don't make me do that again!" He screams at the sky, his eyes watering once again.

"You have to keep fighting Seokjin. It's just three stitches and you'll be just fine." Changkyun says, crossing his hands.

The oldest looks at the other ravined with a death glare.

His facial muscles clenched at their maximum.

"You think it's easy? Hum? Try getting stabbed, lose more blood than your body can handle, and get stitched up without anesthetics!?" Hwannie was crying, he was so scared of all this, and all he wanted was for his daddy to hold him and tell him everything was okay.

"I'm not saying it's nice! I'm just saying it shouldn't be worse than it already has." Jaebeom hugs the little one tightly as he hears Changkyun's words.

"Are you really that dumb or is your brain just dehydrated? How does trauma get better the more you live through it?" Jisung asks already raising his voice.

"What do you know about trauma you little spoiled brat? I've seen your behavior toward your teammates. Think you're better than all the others?" Jisung was boiling up, and just as he was about to throw his hands, Minho intervenes.

"Why are we fighting?! It's Seokjin's body so it's his choice! It won't affect us, will it?" Minho states looking at both of them alternatively.

Well lovely, you can't just give up. You have to keep yourself in the games. Not only is it against the rules to take one participant away, the viewers like you too much for me to just let you go. Calm down you all and Minho take one paper. You've seen what I can do, now be warned.

The two boys scuff at each other and part ways. Seokjin closes his eyes, calming himself down.

Minho makes his way to the basket, taking the last paper.

"The hell is this?! I won't do it! Are you completely insane?!" Jaebeom looks at him.

"What? What does it say?" Minho gives him the paper, the stripper's eyes widen.

"What? What's wrong yall? Read it out loud!" Hoseok screams out, nearing them.

"She wants me to rape someone."

Correction, I want you to play a rape scene with Jisung. Don't act so against me! We all know you hate his guts.

Jisung freezes on the spot.

He can't move one muscle, his back completely soaked in cold sweat.

His teammates freeze as well, knowing why that mission is just too inhumane to do.

"I'm definitely not agreeing with this ... but Jisung you could just ... close your eyes and Minho you just ... you know." Hoseok tries to reason with the situation.

No matter how one puts it, it will never be okay, but they still need to do it.

"I can't do it," Minho affirms.

"It's not like we got many choices here Minho. Last time we said no Seokjin was hurt. This is just a play, don't take it too seriously." Changkyun says and Seoho nods.

"Brother just play along, no one will think less of you for doing this. It's not like you're doing it because you want to." Minho looks at Jisung, who still had his back facing the participants.

"It's not that simple Seo ..." Jisung closes his eyes.

He doesn't want this, he really doesn't.

"I won't do it either." He states, leaving team red very frustrated.

Hoseok reaches for Jisung, letting a hand rest on his shoulder. The younger flinches, still not looking at him.

"Come on man ... if I could I wouldn't make you ... but we really don't wanna piss her off." Hoseok tries to reason but to no avail.

"You don't have all the information guys. You can't understand it without it." Seokjin says.

He understands why Jisung doesn't want to do it. Seeing Minho stand up for him as well, not just playing along makes Seokjin somehow proud.

Even if Jisung has been very complicated, he knows that kid has a good heart. Even if his past bruised and broke him, he has the potential to get better.

You can decide Jisung. You want me to reveal your secret? Or do you want to participate?

"No!" The brunette screams out, turning around abruptly.

Minho balls his fists. How could she do such a low blow?

"I'll ... do it." As Jisung agrees Minho closes his eyes sighing.

"We won't look ... just do whatever you have to and let's just ... forget it ever happened," Seoho says, turning his face the other way.

Seokjin gives Jisung a comforting smile, turning as well.

Kihyun was furious, but he couldn't do anything to change the situation, if Jisung thinks it was better to leave it at that, then Kihyun wouldn't oppose it.

The brunette goes on all fours, closing his eyes tightly as he feels Minho's light touch.

The older's hands were placed on the smaller's hip bone, holding him gently.

"I'll do it fast." Jisung flinched as he feels Minho's hip touch his buttcheeks.

"Don't talk ... just ... shut up." The spoiled man grasps the green grass for dear life, feeling the small pieces of it being ripped from the ground.

His breathing gets faster and faster, as he anticipates the movements.

Minho decides to respect the younger's wishes and not talk, thrusting his hips softly, almost playfully against the other's butt.

Jisung couldn't hold back the tears anymore, letting them drip down against the grass.

Everything was quiet. To quiet for the scene.

"Please ... please ... it hurts ..." Minho stops instantly, horror in his eyes.

I didn't tell you to stop, did I?

"I don't give a shit about you! He told me to stop, so I will stop." Minho was getting ready to let the other go as the voice continued.

"Well Jisung's secret, is that his stepdad-

"Continue! Don't let her say it!" She does stop midsentence, and Minho starts the motion again.

Jisung was crying uglily, snot rolling down his nose into his mouth, but he did not care, the hidden demons being a bigger problem.

All the bad memories emerge, making the brunette shiver and hold onto the grass more aggressively.

He was once again a little boy, held down by his stepfather, no matter how hard he tried to escape, he was always stronger.

His weeping becomes louder and sobs making his breathing hitch.

Minho even though his face was expressionless, his tears roll down as well.

The others feel ashamed to just be hearing it.

It feels wrong to accompany such a sensitive moment for Jisung. Even though the brunette ended up never telling team red why he was so reluctant to participate in the challenge, they already put the pieces together.

This voice knows exactly which buttons to click and which wound to open to make them suffer the most.

Seems like you finally understood! I'm the one in charge here. You can stop now.

Minho didn't need to be told twice. He turns the younger one around, hugging him tightly.

Jisung tries to scream, but nothing more than a squeegee comes out. His face was completely hidden in the other's chest.

"You're safe. You're safe Jisung. It's me, Minho." The brunette cries more and more, letting the older rub his back as his tears fall faster and faster.

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