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Five

WARNING; R-RATED

Song for the chapter; Echo - Jason Walker

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Seokjin was barehanded as he walked alongside Jinsoo. It had been a week since Taehyung had went off to search for their father and he hadn't return yet. Seokjin was starting to think that everything that goes into these woods don't ever come back. He had asked Jinsoo for help a few hours ago, since the older man was the only one in the village who would listen to him and talk to him. Despite what Taehyung warned him, he also told him not to come alone. He was simply listening to his brother.

Jinsoo glanced at Seokjin who was walking beside him, eyes glancing as he tried to take in the surroundings. Jinsoo looked around, it was almost dark and the woods were starting to be covered with snow. "We should rest after some minutes." Jinsoo suggested, wrapping his arms around the younger's waist, making the other flinch. Seokjin nodded quietly, playing with his sleeves as looked at the ground. He hoped that the other took his touching hands away, it was way too uncomfortable.

It was already way too dark into the night when Jinsoo suggested that they should rest. Seokjin nodded quietly, watching as Jinsoo sat at the bottom of the tree some inches away from where they recently were. The timid boy chose to sit at the other corner, the furthest away from the elder man. "T-Thank you, Jinsoo-shi." He whispered, leaning against the tree.

"Aw, babe, why are you so far away? Come sit beside him, I won't bite, not now." Failing to hear the last part, Seokjin shifted a bit closer to the older until they are next to each other with a reasonable distance between them. Jinsoo's hands were crawling with need as he watched Seokjin play with the grass.

The boy would be so damn easy. 

Jinsoo leaned towards the other boy, "Seokjin, are you really thankful?" The younger nodded slowly, moving back because of how close Jinsoo was but the failed when the black haired man pulled him closer by his waist. "Then repay me."

"P-Please let me go, hyung." Seokjin whispered, closing his eyes when Jinsoo leaned in, his breath smelling so alike to the one of alcohol, he was drunk. And how didn't he noticed this before? "W-We can talk if you let me go. P-Personal s-space, h-hyung." Jinsoo's hand rested of Seokjin's face, holding his head in place and the other hand holding Seokjin's wrists in a tight hold. "J-Jinsoo!" Seokjin screamed, trying to kick the hand that had opened the draw string of his shirt, making it fall back on the muddy grass, his chest now on view. "S-Stop!" Seokjin cried, wriggling under the hold of the bigger man. "D-don't like! Please let Seokjin go!" The boy cried, kicking the older man in the abdomen and moving away when Jinsoo let him go out of shock. 

Seokjin moved away, holding his shirt close to him. He thought quick, standing up to run but Jinsoo was restless, catching up to him less than five seconds. The blonde haired boy was soon slammed into the tree, his breath being cut off from the harsh contact. "You think you can get away from me?" Seokjin whimpered, his back hurting as he was slammed into the rough bark for the second time. "Your younger brother ruined my life, played with my feelings. Do you seriously think I was going to let this off without doing anything?!" The younger shook his head, mumbling whiny 'sorry's and 'stop's as he was held by his hands, unable to move, again.

"Stop! I- I don't like it!" Seokjin cried when he felt the cold air hit his legs, his pants were gone. "J-Jinsoo!" Seokjin winced, whined and wailed against the man, screaming with all his might when he felt his hands on his privates. "N-No!"

Jinsoo's hands on his bare ass was all he could comprehend before he felt Jinsoo being pulled away from him. Seokjin hiccuped, hastily pulled up his trousers as he cowered against the tree, still crying so heavily that he was finding it hard to breath. Jinsoo had somehow run off, and the fact made Seokjin cry louder because of the he was going to be alone in this dark wood now.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" He heard a smooth voice asked and he nodded, still looking down as his sobs racked through his body.  A hand came in contact with his shoulder, the sleeves torn and messy with blood. He flinched. "It's okay, I won't hurt you." The man cooed and Seokjin finally looked up at the stranger before flinging himself onto him.

"H-He was going to h-hurt me!" Seokjin cried into the others chest. "D-Don't like!" The other man raised his eyebrow at how the crying boy talked then softly hugged him back, something he hadn't done to anyone in years, but the fact that the weak boy was crying made him want to hug him and comfort until he feel better.

"T-Thank you." Seokjin whispered after some minutes of crying into the others chest, still refusing to let go of the other man, he was all he had right now. "Y-You're my knight in shiny armor, l-like every princess." Seokjin wiped his tears, staring at the other man, "M-My hero."

The man smiled, surprising himself that he was staying with the other boy long enough for a conversation. "Call me Namjoon." He muttered, taking off his coat as he placed it on top of Seokjin's bruised shoulders. "And your name is?" Namjoon asked, standing up as he got ready to leave, surely the boy can handle himself for the rest of the night.

"Kim Seokjin." The blonde boy mumbled, rubbing at his swollen eyes. "Will you protect me from the monsters n-now, N-Namjoon?" Seokjin looked up at him, big brown eyes hopeful eyes and fuck, he's screwed.

He just went out for a walk and now he's returning to the castle with a boy wrapped around his right arm, shaking slightly but still managing to smile up at him every once in a while. Namjoon should be cringing, but he found it so fucking adorable.

"Come on now." Namjoon muttered, pulling the boy inside the old castle with him, immediately glaring at Yoongi when he went to ask the question. Seokjin hid behind him with a whimper at the sight of the unfamiliar faces, holding onto Namjoon's shirt for support. 

Namjoon opened his bedroom door, suprising himself yet again that he let other people other than Yoongi and Hoseok in his room. Namjoon sighed, closing the door. "You can go to sleep if you want-" Namjoon stopped talking, seeing as Seokjin had already made himself home on the bed, cuddling deeper into the velvet covers with a soft, sleepy sigh.


What has Namjoon got himself into?

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