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I woke with a wild scream, my fists flying. 

"No!" I screamed, "Not him! Please!" 

Something grabbed my wrists. I managed to maneuver my way out of it, scrambling away. I tried to reach for a knife. But I couldn't find any. I panicked more.  

"Jessie!" 

"No! Don't take him! Take me!" 

"Jessie! Wake up!"

I curled up in the corner, holding my head and rocked back and forth. I knew I was in bed, but my memories were now mixing with my nightmares. I couldn't sort out them out. 

The Handler took over my mind. My mission was the boy I loved. I didn't do it, I couldn't. So I had to sit and watch him be tortured by Grievers. And then it was my turn, but not Grievers, nothing so easy...They reset my mind. They tortured me, they took over my mind, slicing into my head. 

I let out a sob. My head was pounding, it felt like it was splitting open. They must have already reset it, trying to make me more compliant. I held my head in my hands. I felt movement beside me. I panicked and lashed out still thinking I was back in my memories. I couldn't shake it, I couldn't pull myself back.

I felt strong hands grab my arms holding me firmly despite how hard I fought. With a surge of power I pushed against the hands holding me, using the wall behind me to push off of. I made them fall back, and I rolled, breaking the hold I landed on my feet. My head throbbed while my world went sideways and my knees buckled.

Hands grabbed me again. This time the person was behind me, and wrapped their arms around me. I couldn't fit back. My head throbbed so bad I felt sick.

"Please! No! Please don't do it again! Please!" I cried.

"You're okay! Jessie, breathe. Just breathe!"

I recognized the voice.

"Open your eyes! Come back. It's okay. It's over. It's all over. You're safe Jessie. Wake up! Please Jessie!" The deep voice cracked, almost like it was going to start crying.

"Don't do it again! Please! I don't want to any more! It hurts!" I whimpered. My fighting wasn't as bad.

"Jessie, please wake up. Come back. Don't do this to me...wake up! Please...I love you! Stop fighting, just wake up. Came back.."

The deep voice was whispering quietly, their mouth right by my ear. I felt my body slowly rocking, arms tight around me. My head was pressed tight against someone's chest. I recognized the steady thump, and the smell of clean and spicy deodorant.

The deep quiet voice was quietly singing a song I recognize. I clamped my eyes closed. Trying to take deep breaths, but my chest hurt; like angry sharp claws had a hold of my lungs. Instead of focusing on my breathing, I started listening to the voice quietly singing.

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow. A bed of grass, a soft green pillow. Lay down your head and close your eyes. And when they open, the sun will rise. Here it's safe
and here it's warm..."

I had stopped fighting and I had melted into the chest of who was holding me. Minho was holding me.

"...Minho..." I whimpered.

"Jessie?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I cried quietly.

"It's okay. It's okay, your okay. Your safe."

"Nightmares and memories are mixing!"

"Shhh. It's okay." He slowly released the tight hold he had on me and I turned and pressed my face into him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"I was supposed to kill you. You were my next target. But I...I... couldn't. So they...He
strap you to a chair...and somehow tortured you with a Griever. I had to watch you being ripped apart-"

My voice cracked and fresh tears rolled down my face. His arms tightened around me again. His hand gently petting my hair.

"-and then...I was strapped in The Chair and my mind was reset."

"Jessie...?" Minho asked confused, and slightly worried.

I realized I had let a bit more slip out. A few more secrets, another bullet to the gun I had handed Minho. I shuddered. And took a shaky shallow breath.

"Yeah. When...when I wasn't... compliant . When I didn't listen as well as I should have...I fought it, the mind control shit. But when I got too far. They ...He... strapped me to a chair. They cut into my brain and...and I don't know, reset it somehow. Made me compliant." I whispered.

I was leaning against him, twisting my fingers together. I couldn't look up, I couldn't see his face...I didn't want to see the disgust and disappointment. I don't know why, again I blame the concussion, but I spilt some more. My voice was quiet and shaking. Minho was quiet and listened.

"I don't know about the Griever...but...I had target. A lot of them. Killed alot of people Min. Their blood is on my hands and I can't get it off. I see them in my nightmares. And now...now that I decided to care about someone, more than I ever have...you're now in my nightmares."

I had to stop and try get myself under control.

"I can't...I can't lose you!"

"I.." Minho started but stopped and I felt him shake his head.

"Please be honest with me. Tell me what you're thinking." I whispered.

He cleared his throat, "well...I knew...I knew you liked me, I saw you opening up...a bit. I got to see a different side of you...a more valuable side. But I...I didn't know I ment that much."

"You have no idea Minho. I need you. I do need you! You keep me calm, you make be believe there's a bit of good. You..." I took another shuddering breath, "you do so much for me you don't even realize."

I felt him hum.

"I don't trust easily. And I have never said I love you to anyone before. So yeah...you mean a whole lot to me Shuckface. Now my nightmares are loosing you."

"I'm right here Jess. And I ain't going anywhere."

"And your sure...? I'm...I'm a hot fucken mess...and clearly a lot to handle. I understand if you want out."

"You're my hot fucken mess. And I can handle you all day. You ask me one more time if I want out Imma pin you to the wall, and leave you there. Or hand cuff you to my side. I'm not going anywhere."

I pulled away just a bit and tipped my head up to see him. He looked down at me. I saw his dark eyes sparkling in the moonlight. He had no ammusment in his face. It was set and it was somber.

"Okay." I whispered.

"Okay." He agreed.

"Are we ready to go back to bed?"

"I think so...did I hurt you?"

"Shuck no. It take more then a little bed tussle to hurt me." He smirked and flexed his arm. I smiled and rolled my eyes. But winced and grabbed my head with a moan.

"Come on, into bed."

Minho stood up and helped me up. I had to clamp my eyes closed and let the world stop spinning. Minho gently guided me to bed and pulled me.

"Oh shuck it! Jess! You popped a few stitches. And your bleeding again."

"Oh."

"Okay, sit and I'll get the stuff."

"Just in my backpack, first aid kit."

Minho riffled through and found the kit. He turned the lamp on and sat down beside me again and started to clean me up.

"Have you done stitches before?" I asked.

"Excuse me? I'm well versed in stitching."

I raised an eyebrow.

"We didn't always have a Jeff and Clint. Newt was the closest thing we had...but I've had my fair share of helping stitch shanks together."

I hummed. I sucked in a sharp breath when he pocked my skin.

"Sorry."

"Just do it."

I clamped my jaw. It was done quickly. And then taped a gauze pad over it.

"No more night time fighting." He scolded me with a twinkle in his eye.

"No promises."

While he put everything away, I lay down gingerly in my good side. Minho slid back into bed beside me. I scootched closer, Minho pulled me closer. A strong arm held me against his chest. I wrapped a leg over his hip. His warm fingers ran up and down my bare leg. His fingers left a burning hot tingle trail from my knee up to my hip.

I shivered. And he smirked. And did it again. His breath fanned my face. His other hand was wrapped under me and his hand was buried in my hair.

"You little Shuckface." I whispered, with a smirk of my own.

"I might just have to kiss that concussion better." His voice had dropped and was becoming gravelly.

"I think I remember Jeff telling me that was the best way to cure a swollen brain."

"I thought so."

He closed the distance and brushed my lips. I hummed as he pressed closer. His fingers ran back down my leg, flattened his hand and his whole hand slowly slid up my bare leg.

I gasped, and he took the opportunity to slid his tongue into my mouth. My fingers dug into his back. His hand slid over my hip and under my shirt. I felt my heart slamming into my chest. My stomach was twisting, but for an entirely different reason than a concussion.

Minho slid his hand a little higher. My skin broke out in goosebumps. His hand slid higher, caustusly exploring my body. His warm hand made a moan escape. My nails dug into his back making him growl. His hand slowly slid, gently caressing and felling the sensitive skin. I let another moan escape. My back arched into his touch.

My hands wove into his hair, gently tugging. My nails racked down his scalp. I pulled away gently and moved my head, now I could kiss his neck. I sucked and gently chewed on a spot on his neck making a moan him moan this time.

"Shuck Jessie..."

I did it again, his hands became more needy. He was panting hard. I had to pull away to breath, as did he. He pulled his hand out from under my shirt and gently placed it on the side of my face. His thumb gently stroked my cheekbone.

"Jessie..."

"Minho?"

"I...I don't want to hurt your shoulder or your head more...." His voice was gravely and horse, "we need...we need to stop...or I won't be able to..."

I closed my eyes to his gentle touch.

"Yeah..."

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. My nightmares are now long forgotten." I whispered, my voice was rough and breathy, my chest still heaving.

He gently pulled me closer, I snuggled closer and I was asleep within minutes.

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I slowly woke up. I was warm and I was content. I felt Minho's hand gently running through my hair. I kept my eyes closed. The sun shone through the window into our room. I quietly hummed.

"Morning My Duchess." A sleepy gravelly voice said beside me.

My eyes fluttered open. Slowly turning my head I saw Minho already watching me with a gentle fascination. I smiled. An actual real genuine smile. I slowly rolled onto my side, carful of my stitches and leery of my concussion. It definitely wasn't as bad. Sting pain meds from Jeff and sleep helped.

"I could get used to waking up like this." I hummed quietly, "you're quite easy on the eyes first thing in the morning."

"What can I say? I exude awesome good looks." He smirked. He rolled over and propped his head up on a hand. "And...you deserve it Jess-"

"I deserve to see a good looking guy in my bed?" I raised an eyebrow, and the corner of my lip.

"Yes that. But I mean you deserve to be admired every morning. And during the day...and evening. And all night."

For some reason I felt a blush rise in my face. Minho smirked. He looped an arm around me and gently rolled us, and shifted so I was laying ontop of him. I placed my hands flat on his chest and my chin on the back of my hands. He gently played with my hair.

"How's the head?"

"Sore. But not like I wanna throw up anymore. But I haven't tried to stand up."

"Well...good news. Alby gave me the day off. He stopped by."

"That would explain why it's so bright out. We slept in." I hummed.

"Well...we had an eventful night."

"We sure did. So does that mean you get to stay in bed with me?"

"For the most part...I still should get up and do something...but yeah. I can nurse you all back to health. Kiss you all better."

"MedJacks orders. I murmed. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. I slowly pulled away, pulling his bottom lip with my teeth gently. Minho still had his hand in my hair and held my head, preventing me from pulling away completely. I let go of his lip with a smirk.

"Where do you think you're going?" He growled, his chest rumbling.

He pulled me closer, giving me quick peeks on my lips. His hand on her cheek slid down my back and pulled the hem of my shirt up. His fingers caressed my bare skin on my lower back making me melt into Minho's chest, and shiver. Minho smirked into another quick kiss, finding it funny I melt every time he runs his fingers across my lower back.

"Oh-"

He kissed me.

"Just-"

He kissed me again.

"Shut-"

He kissed me again.

"-up."

He growled and smirked again. I smiled back. There was a loud scraping noise from the other side of the door, and footsteps and the front Homestead door banged closed.

I sighed in defeat laying my forehead on his chest.

"I guess it's time to get up."

"Damn roommates." Minho sighed.

"I could use some breakfast and coffee..."

I kissed him one last time and rolled off and landed on my feet beside the bed. I wobbled for a second, my head spun, but I got my balance.  I glanced down and let my eyes shamelessly and very slowly trail up and down Minho's body. I bit my bottom lip. Minho had slept without a shirt, he had one hand behind his head, making his biceps look even bigger. His pj bottoms were pulled low over his hips and his torso was bare and showing in all its muscled defined glory.

"Damn." I muttered.

Minho smirked. I stretched gingerly, I didn't want to rip any more stitches. I felt the hem of the t shirt I wore to bed rise higher up my thigh. I ran my hand through my long dark hair. Minho slowly sat up and swung his legs over the edge.

I turned and found him watching me. His dark eyes followed my every move. He slowly leaning back on his elbows, a lazy smirk on his chiseled face. I smirked at him and popped a hip crossing my arms across my chest.

"Can I help you?" I sassed, a sly smirk on my face, as I cocked my head to the side.

"Maybe."

I ran a hand through my raven black hair, flipping my hair onto one side. I batted my eyelashes and bit my bottom lip.

"Shuck it woman. Come here." Minho growled.

He reached for me, but I danced out of reach, with a small giggle. He growled at me. I smirked again. I grabbed the t-shirt slowly lifting it, biting my bottom lip again. I watched Minho's eyes go wide and then narrowed.

I slowly lifted the hem a little more exposing more thigh. And I watched his eyes flicker from my eyes and back down to the hem of the shirt. I smirked even more as I watched his chest rise and fall rapidly.

"Min?" She teased, "are you okay?"

"Define okay..."

I slowly sauntered closer, the hem of the shirt even higher, it was dangerously high now, any more and he would see the black underwear I was wearing. Minho moved fast, faster than I could dance away. Minho reached out and grabbed hold of my hips pulling me close.

He grabbed a handful of my shirt and pulled it up, kissing my stomach. I shrieked and giggled. His warm lips tickled when he kissed me, making me gasp and his chest rumbled. He wrapped his arms around me.  One hand splayed on my back keeping me close. His other hand slid up and down the back of my leg, every time getting higher until he had his hand on my butt.

He kept kissing, making me shriek again.

"Min! Stop! That tickles!" I laughed, trying to wiggle free.

"Oh no. Not after that tease you just did."

In a swift movement he twisted me and very gently tossed me onto the bed, he made sure he had a hand on the back of my head so it wouldn't make the concussion worse. But it still made me yelp and then giggle again. Minho climbed over me smirking down at me.

"Hello handsome." I cooed, running my hands up his chest and neck into his hair.

"Hey Baby."

He leaned down slowly, my heart rate sped up, my breathing hitched. He buried his face into my neck, purposely kissing and sucking wildly making me gasp, giggle and yelp.

"Minho! Stop! Stop! It tickles!" I gasped, my stomach muscles hurt from laughing. I squirmed and tried to push his head away. He was laughing at me and did it again.

"No. I like your giggles!"

"Minho! Stop!" I shrieked, but my giggled and wide smile didn't help my cause.

"Not until you beg me to stop Baby." He whispered seductively in my ear, making me shiver.

His cheek rubbed up against her neck. I buried my hands into his hair, trying desperately to pull his face away from my neck, but I kept giggling.

I secretly loved it, I loved his attention. I loved the way he made me feel loved and cared for. And deep down under the black soul and broken heart, I loved that he was the only one who could make me giggle like this. My stomach did a weird fluttering somersault.

"Minho! Please!" I shrieked again, trying to squirm away.

"You haven't begged yet Baby." His gravelly voice made my eyes almost roll into my head.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer.

"Hmm that's better." He whispered against my lips.

Our bedroom door slammed open.

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