A/N Sorry for this shitty and sad chapter :)

TW ⚠️- Mentions of r@pe.

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We stopped in the tent I slept in. Minho pushed me against the wall, so I guessed a spark of anger was still in him. He grabbed both of my arms, squeezing them a bit. I gasped, not in pain, just in pure fright for whatever.. Minho doing something to me? He would never, so I didn't get why I reacted like that, though it was reasonable no one would like the position I was in.

"Jane, I-."

I interrupted Minho. "Don't touch me!" The hurtful words just spat out of my mouth, leaving Minho and I both shocked.

Minho's face twitched, dropping in hurt. Slowly he let go of me and took a step back.

"Sorry." I managed to get out in a peep.

Minho ran a hand through his hair out of stress. "Did he assault you?"

Immediately I got the hint he meant Rye. "What? No. Rye wasn't assaulting me!"

His face broke again. "So you liked it?"

"I didn't like it! Why couldn't you just listen to the whole conversation?" I raised my voice again, not caring if anyone outside heard us.

"I saw enough already!" Minho replied in the same tone as me.

"It was just a mistake, okay?" I fidgeted with my fingers. "So I don't know why you would fight h-."

"Because since the moment I've seen you, he appears shucking everywhere! Finally, after all those days I get to see you again, and then I don't even get the chance to talk to you!" Minho argued, his body tense.

"So? You could've talked with me while he was around!" That was kind of a lie. I would've loved some alone time with Minho to talk, but it also wasn't Rye's fault. "Can't I have some guy friends?"

"I don't think friends kiss, Jane!" Minho threw his hands in the air.

"Then what the hell are we?" I shook my head, Minho's face washing over with hurt again.

"I'm not about us. I'm saying this nasty pervert thinks he owns you after what.. three days? I don't trust him!" The way Minho spoke only sounded angrier by the second, the steam literally coming out of his ears.

"You don't trust anyone!" I yelled back, tears filling my eyes. I didn't want to argue, especially not with Minho.

"Why would I?" Minho's breaths quickened. "Trusting someone is different and way more difficult than letting someone touch you!"

My eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "What?"

"I can't even help you out of a car, Jane! Yet Rye gets to kiss you and you can sit on his lap?" He balled his fists, not getting ready to punch me, but trying to keep control.

Then he blurted out something I couldn't believe.
"So instead of acting so distant toward literally everyone and moving away from every touch, let them help! I can help! But no, the only thing you do when I try, is freeze, cry, get some crazy dream or whatever the shuck keeps happening to you!"

As Minho kept ranting, the tears streamed down my face, but he was too angry to notice. It hurt so badly what he said, yet he didn't even seem to care, or just didn't realize it.

"Wow, Minho," I mumbled. "Wow."

I couldn't blame it all on him. People say weird things they don't mean when they're angry, but it still hurts.

"Why do you keep flinching?" Minho added. Before I even got to answer, he continued. "You keep backing up! Why won't you let me touch you? Why won't you let anyone touch you?" He paused and seemed thoughtful. "Is it because of Dave? Is it still because of Dave?"

I swallowed, feeling like I would break down any minute. I didn't have the strength to interrupt Minho or walk away, just froze in my place and heard him yell.

"Because if it's about him, you should really get over it, Jane!"
I was at my breaking point when Minho said that, literally. Almost giving up, I leaned my back against the wall.

"That shit happened a long time ago and Dave's gone! Get shuckin' over it and act normal!"

I couldn't help it. I couldn't help sliding down onto the ground and sobbing loudly. My arms wrapped around my pulled-up knees as the tears came like a waterfall. My shoulders shook badly as I cried, more sobs and winces leaving my mouth.

Minho's voice was full of guilt, yet still anger. "See? You're always shucking-."

I interrupted, that one word finally leaving my lips. "He raped me, Minho! My own father shucking raped me! Are you happy now? Happy I finally told you the truth? But trust me, that is not the only thing!"

Then I cried again, the sobs becoming louder each time. "And I was ten, and the second time twelve! I felt all of it!" I added, then averted from Minho again, and crawled up into the corner of the tent.

About ten seconds later, Minho started talking fast as ever before. "Jane, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never meant to- Aah, this shuck world! I'm sorry, Jane."

I didn't know how many times he apologized, but definitely more than three times. I didn't know what to reply, though it was somehow relieving I finally told Minho.. yet not in the way I wanted it to go.

His dark figure, because it was getting dark, bent down in front of me. "Jane, I-." His voice softened a lot, but he couldn't talk clearly.

He muttered, "What the hell am I supposed to do?" before breathing in and out.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Minho peeped, then mumbled something dumb to himself again.

I shrugged, not knowing what to do until Minho would somehow bring up something better. I felt the worst.

"Just a second." Minho's figure went outside, leaving me stunned and even a little lonely. Later, I heard glass break and a British voice yell for Minho, but the Runner already sneaked into the tent again.

"Sorry." He mumbled for the thousandth time. "What do I do?"

"I don't know." I cried out. "Just leave or something."

Minho sniffed. "What do I do except for leaving? I don't want to leave you right now."

At some point, I just gave up and wrapped my arms around Minho, who didn't hug back in the first seconds.

"Well, that's also a way." He commented quietly, slowly wrapping his arms around me. "I'm sorry, Jane. I don't really know what I-."

I shook my head, trying to hint him to just stay silent. He obeyed quickly, the grip on me tightening.

"You're right, Minho," I admitted, voice shakier than I wanted it to be. "I should've been acting normal-."

"Hey." Minho interrupted. "I wasn't right, Shebean. None of the things I said were meant to hurt you or even come out of my mouth at all." He paused. "And I know I hurt you by saying all that, and that's okay.. but please don't take it to heart."

I just nodded in his chest, the familiar smell admired by my nose.

"Is it really okay if I touch you right now?" Minho carefully asked.

"It's fine," I whispered, almost falling asleep if I weren't so tense.

And then he started again. "I'm literally so sorry. I blurt weird stuff out when I'm upset and I can't forgive myself for that and now you're-."

"Minho, I said it was fine."

It really was to me. Minho had some points. Of course, Some things he said weren't fair, but he was right about other things.

"Do you want to talk about it tomorrow?" He suddenly asked. "In the morning, before they leave."

"Sure." I buried my head in Minho's shoulder even deeper.

"I'm gonna lift you up for a second, okay?" Minho questioned. I just agreed and tensed up a bit when he lifted me and walked over to my bed, but soon relaxed again.

"I'd like you to stay." I realized out loud without even thinking about it first.

"If you want that." Minho softly replied. Carefully he got in the bed and pulled me into his chest, arms wrapped around me protectively.

"Are you sure you're-."

"Yes." Slowly my eyes closed at first of all, the feeling of a proper bed after sleeping on the ground for days, and in Minho's arms.

"Jane?"

"Hmm?"

"I really hope you are doing better than before." He whispered. "Because I care about you."

My heart melted, but I didn't have much energy to respond. My eyes were already closed and I felt myself drift off.

A kiss on my forehead and three specific words were the last thing I noticed.

"I love you."

Then I fell asleep, Minho's words barely getting through me before his voice got blurred.