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Sang-Min felt tears rising as the Texan laughed at him, mocking him for making his thoughts known. Although he felt the lump in his throat getting bigger and bigger, the blonde refused to back down. He couldn't now. It was now or never.
"No." Was his reply.
The pop star inhaled deeply, exhaling through his nose. "If you want to f-ck someone, then here." He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a twenty dollar bill and tossing it to the ground. "Go out and hire a wh-re. At least they do it professionally, they might actually be better at it than me." His mind made up and his words already said, the blonde walked over to the door, opened it, and walked out. He sent one more look over his shoulder at the door, lower lip trembling and tears finally beginning to fall as he sprinted away, arms wrapped tightly across his waist and feet taking him away as fast as he could.

When the cloth was replaced with another, golden eyes fluttered open. They narrowed instantly at the light, a headache crippling his depth perception and recognition between reality and fantasy. For a moment, he actually thought he was being tenderly tended to by Magnus! Please, like that man would even bother to take care of him like this. Some random neighbor must have busted in to protect the blonde from his captor and taken him to safety. Yeah, that must've have happened. It didn't really explain the strong scent of orange in the room.
Suddenly realizing that Mr. Witlark could have set this all up to torture him further, Sang-Min winced and squeezed his eyes completely shut when he was touched. It didn't feel like a bad touch, or disconcerting like it felt when Witlark touched him. His eyes opened once more, widening as he finally recognized Magnus. "What happened?" croaked the blonde, surprised by everything that was happening.

"Not that I remember," he murmured, furrowing his brow as he attempted to sit up. "I was drugged most of the time." His head spun, but the Korean still forced himself to sit upright. The cloth flopped down to his lap, and Sang-Min picked it up. Confused by the object, his eyes fluttered twice before looking over to Magnus. "Were you... Were you taking care of me?"

He set his free hand on his head, wincing at the throbbing pain he felt. "Not particularly," he answered, stomach starting to curdle at the idea of what could've happened to him. He could have been raped. He could have been killed. The blonde's pretty golden eyes filled with tears at the realization of what could have happened to him, and the hand on his head moved to his face as he began to sob, all the possibilities raining down on him.

Sang-Min shook his head, the tears flowing faster. He immediately lunged forward into Magnus' chest, fingers curling around his shirt and holding him to him. "I was so frightened!" he managed to vocalize through heavy sobs. "I-I thought he wou-would kill me for certain, th-that I would never see you ag-again and the l-last thing you'd remember of me is me throwing money at you and telling you I hated you! I'm so sorry, Magnus, I'm so, so sorry!" He fell into his weeping, unable to even lift his head to look at the man.

The Korean's golden eyes gazed up at the man he loved, lower lip quivering as he was comforted. He was amazed by the apology, actually taken aback by it. He didn't Magnus even could apologize, much less be so tender towards him. Sang-Min's fingers uncurled themselves as he looked up at the man, moving to rest between them as he stared into electric blue eyes. "So... You really don't think of me as just a b-tch?" he hiccuped, gentle expression hopeful as he looked up at Magnus.

But Sang-Min didn't care at how grumbled the confession was. It was definitely more than enough. The blonde smiled softly at the man he loved, leaning up just enough to press his lips to Magnus'. "I love you too, Magnus," he whispered. He decided not to add anything else, wanting to stay true to that moment.