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me | 12:43 AM
hyung
hyung
hyung
yang leadernim | 12:49 AM
Ni-ki.
It's twelve in the morning.
me | 12:49 AM
i know
but i was just wondering
are we still gonna hang out tomorrow?
yang leadernim | 12:50 AM
No.
me | 12:51 AM
what?
why?
we've been planning this for months
do you not feel well?
did something happen?
we can reschedule
yang leadernim | 12:52 AM
..?
Who said you could ask questions?
I thought you knew better.
me | 12:53 AM
oh
sorry
yang leadernim | 12:54 AM
Yeah, sure.
Actually.
Just cause of that, you're not allowed to go out with the rest of the members for a week.
Especially not Sunoo.
You two are too close. I don't like it.
me | 12:59 AM
what?
hyung that's too much
i said i was sorry…
yang leadernim | 1:00 AM
Oh wow.
Where'd you get that confidence from, Ni-ki?
Was it from Jay?
You and me both know just how much time you love to spend with him.
me | 1:01 AM
jungwon hyung
please don't be like this
we are a group
of course i spend time with him
yang leadernim | 1:03 AM
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
You've become real disobedient.
I'll be by your room in five.
me | 1:05 AM
what?
no
hyung
i'm sorry. i won't do it again
hyung
jungwon hyung
please
"Fuck." Ni-ki curses, tossing his phone to the side. He presses the palm of his hands against his eyes and sighs once he starts to see a blotchy patch of muddled stars.
He grits his teeth, stomach churning. It twists and turns inside of him, shoots past the thin layer of resolve that he so weakly holds, and it makes Ni-ki want to crawl inside a hole where he'll be safe from Jungwon, from the world— and from just about anyone, really.
Ni-ki wants to yell for help, wants to fucking scream because jungwon hyung is going to hit me. he's going to scream at my face and tell me that i disappointed him again. he's going to break me, hyungs, jungwon hyung is going to break me. but opts in settling for a loud cough instead. He hopes it'll be enough to wake someone up.
Maybe Sunghoon, he thinks. He's always been quite a light sleeper.
He looks to his right and spots a snoring Heeseung, pillow wet with drool, and for a second Ni-ki almost laughs, before he spares a glance to the head shaped dent left above Heeseung's bunk bed and suddenly it isn't all that funny anymore.
Ni-ki grips the hem of his shirt, hands trembling. They're clammy and sweaty and god he never thought the image of Jungwon storming into his room would ever make him feel this nervous.
It can go one of two ways, Ni-ki thinks. Either Jungwon is a couple of seconds away, or he's just messing around with him like he usually does. It's a habit of his, scaring the shit out of Ni-ki— but it's fine, he tells himself, because Jungwon isn't always that mean.
Sometimes he just has a hard time expressing his feelings and throws a couple of things straight at Ni-ki, resulting in an array of deep bloody cuts and nasty bruises that he has to dismiss as nothing more than carelessness. But he reassures himself that it's alright, because Jungwon never fails to wrap Ni-ki up in careful patches and bandages whenever he's done.
And sometimes Jungwon humiliates Ni-ki in public and makes him cry. He pulls at his ears and throws him against the dirty brick walls of his favorite corner stores and pats at his back a little too harshly because what are you doing, just standing there? we've got places to go.
More times than not, Ni-ki comes home a sniffling mess of puffy eyes and trembling fists, but he adores how Jungwon always tends to him, buying him his favorite chocolate covered strawberries and some cheap 2 for 1 chips from the rundown vending machine across the street that he knows Ni-ki loves.
Jungwon is nice to Ni-ki. He just has a temper, is all.
"Ni-ki, I'm coming in." He hears a voice whisper, muffled by the thin slab of wood that Ni-ki doesn't really want to look at right now.
He hears a familiar click, followed by a noisy creak and the pitter patter of bare feet hitting wooden floor and Ni-ki can just feel the bile threatening to rise in his throat.
His bed dips, and soon he's being enveloped in a back hug that's a bit too cold for his liking. There's no warmth in it and it makes Ni-ki shiver.
"Did I scare you?" Jungwon asks. There's a flare in his voice that has Ni-ki holding his breath. "Bet you thought I was gonna do something to you, huh?"
His words are harsh, and Ni-ki wishes he can ask Jungwon why he thought trying to scare him in the middle of the night with a dorm full of five other people was ever a good idea, but he isn't exactly looking to get his ass beat right now, so all Ni-ki can do is mumble a quiet "no."
Jungwon stills. His grip on Ni-ki's waist falters, and it's only then when he feels a hand slipping down the waistband of his pants that Ni-ki realizes he never truly knew Jungwon.
"Say that again."
Ni-ki lowers his head; a cold breeze from the air vents above him makes his naked body shiver.
Jungwon raises a brow, scoffs as he leans forward and grips Ni-ki's face with his hand. He takes a hold of it roughly, squishing his cheeks together till Ni-ki's lips forcefully protrude into a pout.
"Did you not hear me the first time?" Jungwon spits. He lets go of Ni-ki's face and delivers a light smack to his thigh, "I said— say that again."
But Ni-ki doesn't say a word.
Jungwon's eyes darken.
"Five—"
"N-no!" Ni-ki stutters, waving his hands around frantically. It quickly earns him a slap from Jungwon's hand.
"Keep it down."
Ni-ki's left cheek stings, but he makes no move to touch it. Instead, he hangs his head low— shrinks in on himself as he opens his mouth to talk.
"I s-said.." His voice trembles and his stutter unfortunately continues. He sounds so shy and broken, "..I'm— I'm a virgin, hyung, I don't wanna have sex yet."
Jungwon stifles a snort— God, that's so funny, he thinks. That's so fucking funny. Ni-ki really thinks he can dictate what'll happen to him. How cute.
"Lie down with your back on the bed." Jungwon demands, ignoring what Ni-ki says— and, well, Ni-ki knows better than to argue. So he does as he's told, plopping himself down onto the bed already beneath him.
Jungwon settles himself in between Ni-ki's bruised thighs, poking his naked erection onto the latter's puckered hole, and Ni-ki makes the horrible mistake of flinching.
Jungwon promptly thrusts into Ni-ki without any prep, without any warning— without any warmth and without any trace of affection.
Tears quickly prickle at Ni-ki's eyes and his body can't help but shake. His thighs spaz and twitch as he slaps a hand over his mouth; he's in excruciating pain.
Poor Ni-ki tries to move away because fuck he can feel himself tearing, can practically taste his veins about to pop out of his arms if he grips onto his bedsheets any longer. He's a sobbing mess and he hates this so much.
But Jungwon isn't having it. He pulls Ni-ki towards him by his thin waist, the same one littered with week old bruises and cut marks, and buries his cock deeper into him.
Jungwon moans; Ni-ki breaks down and wails.
He feels disgusting. He's in pain. But Jungwon doesn't seem to care.
"Sensitive slut," Jungwon tsks, throwing his head back as he continues pounding into Ni-ki, "Just enjoy it. It's not like I'm ever gonna stop doing this anyways, so you might as well get used to it."
His lips quiver and his mouth gapes open as he muffles the sounds he makes whenever he feels Jungwon's thick, wet cock slide into him with ease.
He doesn't feel good.
Ni-ki's dick is limp. It bounces around the plane of his flat tummy whenever Jungwon thrusts into him, and somehow, he manages to feel worse with each and every buck of Jungwon's hips.
"P-please.." Ni-ki's stutter is prevalent, and it annoys Jungwon.
"P-please w-what?" Jungwon mocks, rolling his eyes, "Speak correctly."
Please stop, Ni-ki wants to say. But he can't say it. He won't say it. He treasures life too much for that— going against Jungwon meant an almost certain death wish.
Dirty squelching noises ring in Ni-ki's ears and he wants to throw up the second he becomes conscious of them. He wants to disappear. Vanish. He doesn't like this. Not in the slightest.
His ass hurts— he's pretty sure Jungwon has torn his hole to the point where he's bleeding now. He's positive that it's exactly what happened, though he really hopes it isn't the case.
"You're always so tight," Jungwon groans, digging his fingertips into Ni-ki's waist. It'll leave bruises come tomorrow morning, as they always do, "..you feel so good."
Ni-ki feels bile wanting to come up. He's crying, he's in pain— and it makes him want to yell and scream and cry because fuck it's just so unfair.
Why can't Ni-ki fight back?
Ni-ki lets the thoughts consume him and continues to cry, let's the fat tears cascade down his flushed cheeks and the snot in his nose dribble down his chin. His eyes are puffy and red, but Jungwon continues to fuck him without any regrets. Muffled yelps leave Ni-ki every time he feels Jungwon pull out just to slam back in again.
Ni-ki is so tense. He doesn't even mean to, but he's clenched around Jungwon's cock. It hinders his thrusts, makes him moan and flutter his eyes shut.
It does an amazing job at making Ni-ki feel disgusting.
Jungwon feels the familiar warmth start to pool in his tummy, so he picks up the pace and ignores Ni-ki's hellish scrambling. He ignores his constant thrashing and kicking, because he knows he won't actually escape or leave. It's all for show.
With one last thrust, Jungwon impales himself into Ni-ki's tight hole. He moans, hot, warm cum filling up the younger boy nicely.
Ni-ki twitches and spazzes, trembles and occasionally jolts off the bed beneath him as ugly sobs wrack throughout him. He shivers— he feels so fucking gross. So tainted and cold.
He feels an uncomfortable absence once Jungwon pulls out of him, his cock covered with cum and blood.
"You bled less today," Jungwon speaks, grabbing the nearest piece of clothing and using it to wipe himself off. He doesn't do the same for Ni-ki, simply leaves him with cum and blood leaking out of him, "I guess you're sort of getting used to our routine already."
Ni-ki doesn't answer that. He knows he shouldn't anyways, so he avoids it.
"Next time, I won't be as gentle."
Ni-ki shakes at that sentence. If this was gentle in Jungwon's books, then there was no hope left.
Ni-ki doesn't know what he expected.
He needed to understand— needed to get it through his thick skull— that love no longer lingered around the name Yang Jungwon.