"Ok, we have moved all your stuff, quit your job, signed off you apartment. Was there anything else?" Minho asked, opening the door to Jisung's new bedroom for him.

"No i don't think so." Jisung answered with a sigh, falling onto his bed.

Minho chuckled and laid down beside Jisung, tracing his finger down Jisung's spine.

"Feeling tense, love?" Minho asked, running his hand up and down Jisung's back, feeling knots everywhere.

"The last week has been stressful." Jisung muttered.

Minho nodded and sat down on Jisung's plump ass, pulling his shirt up.

"Try to relax." Minho whispered, pressing down on the knots to deflate them.

Jisung nodded and got comfortable, letting Minho massage him. It hurt a bit of course, but nothing he couldn't take. The younger decided to remove his shirt to make things easier for Minho, unknowingly also making this so much more pleasurable for the elder.

Minho ran his hands up and down Jisung's back, stopping to massage out every knot. The younger's skin was smooth as silk and golden like honey.

Jisung let out a grunt in discomfort, closing his eyes. Minho muttered an apology, and left a soft kiss on Jisung's shoulder before continuing.

"Is there anything that you know we need to get you?" Minho asked, eyes never leaving Jisung's back as the muscles there flexed every time Minho worked a new knot.

"I don't think so. You've done so much for me already." Jisung said, muffled by the pillow under his head.

"We did what every decent human being would do." Minho said, making Jisung breathe out a laugh.

Minho ran his hands up and down Jisung's back once more, looking for knots he had missed. He didn't find any new ones, but still he kept running his hands slowly up and down Jisung's back, feeling the soft skin and well defined muscles.

Jisung carefully rolled over to lay on his back, taking Minho with him so the elder stayed seated on his lap. Minho bit his lip subtly, looking across Jisung's abdomen and chest. This of course didn't go unnoticed by Jisung since the latter was staring at Minho's face himself.

"Your waist looks even smaller than I remember." Minho said with a laugh, running his cold hands up Jisung's sides.

The younger placed his hands on Minho's thighs, letting the elder hesitantly touch his muscular stomach and chest. Jisung himself took this opportunity to feel around Minho's muscular thighs.

Jisung decided to change their position, flipping Minho onto his back and settling between his spread legs. The elder blushed at the sight, making Jisung smirk as he realized what was on Minho's mind.

Jisung leaned down to the level of Minho's face, softly giving his lips a kiss. The elder melted into the touch, tangling his fingers into Jisung's blue strands.

Jisung ran his right hand up and down Minho's thigh in long strokes, going all the way down to his ass to give it a firm squeeze before continuing. Minho squealed into Jisung's mouth, trying to get his leg out of Jisung's grip.

Jisung chuckled and grabbed the back of Minho's knee, wrapping the elders leg around his own waist to keep him in place.

"MINHO, JISUNG, DINNER."

Minho let out a huff, rolling his eyes. His family had the best timing.

"We better go downstairs then." Jisung said with a chuckle.

The two went down to the dining room together, Jisung of course not forgetting to put his shirt back on first.

"Oh Jisung dear, your hair is a mess, what were you two doing up there?" Mrs. Lee said with a laugh, taking her seat.

"Mom." Minho whined as Jisung tried to fix his messy blue hair, both blushing softly.

"Let's not embarrass the boys, dear." Mr. Lee said, taking his seat next to his wife, giving her a kiss on the head.

The 5 ate in silence for the most of it, no one really feeling like talking that much.

"Jisung, dear. We have been meaning to ask you, for what reason are you staying with us? We feel like we should know what you have done or gone through if we're going to shelter you." Mrs. Lee softly asked, making Jisung freeze.

The boy's gaze was cast downward and his hand clutching tightly around the utensils. He couldn't tell them what he had done. They would surely throw Jisung right out, making sure he never stepped within 6 feet of any of their sons again.

"Jisung-ah, breathe."

Jisung felt Minho's hand on his shoulder and thigh, as well as everyone's burning gazes on him. He hadn't even noticed he had stopped breathing.

Jisung let out a shaky breath, taking another one in. He felt like he had forgotten how to breathe. Was it one in and two out? Two in and one out? Maybe he had to breathe faster to breathe properly?

"I'm gonna take Jisung upstairs and then come explain everything." Minho silently said to his parents and brother, leading the boy out of the dining room and away from their worried eyes.

"It's ok, everything's gonna be ok." Minho whispered, leading the younger up the stairs.

Minho sat Jisung down on his bed, squatting down before him.

"Hey look at me Sung. Everything's gonna be alright. There's nothing to be scared of." Minho whispered, holding Jisung's chin softly between two fingers.

Jisung nodded his head softly, making Minho smile apologetically. The elder softly wiped Jisung's silent tears and kissed his head before walking back downstairs.

"Is he alright?"

Minho sighed to himself stepping into the dining room again.

"Yeah he's alright." Minho answered, sitting back down.

Everyone stayed silent, waiting for Minho to speak.

"Minho, you understand that we need to know why he's staying here. We can't keep him under our roof and care if there's even a slight chance he's done something bad." Mr. Lee said, strictly.

"Nono, it's nothing like that. It's just... Not very fun to say, and not really my place."

"As you know, Jisung moved from home when he was 16, and lived with his friend in a small apartment. His friend used to be the one with an income of the two since Jisung couldn't get hired anywhere, up until recently when they became more financially unstable. Jisung took a job as a prostitute to be able to support himself, but then his roommate moved out and Jisung's economy close to collapsed. I made him quit his job and told him he could stay with us until he's back on his feet, because he really can't support himself like this anymore." Minho explained.

"He took a job doing what?" Mr. Lee asked in shock.

"A prostitute. He had to sell his body to keep himself under a roof and alive." Minho repeated.

"Oh god, how horrible." Mrs. Lee cried, dabbing her tears away with her napkin.

"Seriously?" Felix silently asked, looking pale.

He knew that Hyunjin worked as a prostitute, but not Jisung - the boy he had become so great friends with through his brother.

Minho excused himself and went upstairs to Jisung's room. The younger lay curled up in a corner of his bed, face buried in his hands.

"Jisung-ah. Everything's alright. You're staying here with us, i promise." Minho softly said, softly turning the boy over to face him.

Jisung nodded his head softly, rubbing his eye. The younger opened his arms towards Minho, making the elder laugh. Minho laid down in Jisung's arms, wrapping his own arms around the frail boy. After pressing a series of soft kisses onto Jisung's face, hearing him giggle softly, Minho's fell asleep with his love in his arms.