🚫 WARNING 🚫

This chapter contains abuse and implications of rape. This is by no means supposed to sexualize rape or abuse, both of which are punishable crimes and not kinks. If this triggers you, please skip this chapter. Please remember that I wholeheartedly respect each member of Stray Kids and that this is merely fictional.

[ Previous night ]

It was Saturday evening. Just as Chan dropped Jeongin off at his place, a familiar nervousness settled in the pit of Jeongin's stomach. He knew somebody was watching, and he knew who.

He knew sneaking out to meet Chan wasn't going to end well.

The twisting in his tummy worsened as he heard the sound of Chan's Maserati fade into the distance. Before his small, hesitant steps could reach the porch, the door swung open, the sight sending chills through Jeongin's bones.

"Come in, baby."

Jeongin flinched. He knew that tone all too well. That overly sweet, cheery tone laced with venom. The smile on Hyunjin's face made him shiver. He could easily tell Hyunjin was upset with him yet again. And he doubted he'd make it out alive.

.

Through the painfully slow hours of midnight, Jeongin was barely conscious, yet managed to remain wide awake, the excruciating pain burning his bottom enough to wipe any sleep off the boy's eyes. Not only was it worse this time, Jeongin was sure he must have broken a rib after the sharp jabs and punches he received.

He had spent the night crying, and crying, until he couldn't cry and felt only the sickening emptiness remain. As the sun rose and shone bright, countless hours passed by, but Jeongin didn't move from the cold bathroom floor, although he knew he had to.

Not only did he have a date with someone 'special', but he had to fix this mess. He knew he had to.

Wincing in pain, Jeongin struggled to sit upright, his breath coming out ragged and uneven. Breathing was difficult; especially since his lungs felt like they were thoroughly damaged after last night's beatings. Combined with the fierce pain tormenting his lower back, Jeongin was surprised he was still alive.

He wished he had accepted Chan's offer to stay the night. He wished he had agreed to let Jisung buy him a phone in secret, because Hyunjin wouldn't let him have one of his own. But none of that happened, and he immensely regretted it.

Despite the pounding headache that accompanied, he dragged his undressed body across the icy tiles, managing to get ahold of the doorknob. After a cautious peek into the bedroom, he felt relief upon seeing Hyunjin was not in there. Biting on his bottom lip to refrain from crying out in pain, Jeongin crawled to the bed, where a messy pile of clothes stayed.

He pulled a huge white t shirt over himself, not really caring that it wasn't his. He just had to get out of there. After struggling to slip into a pair of shorts, Jeongin sat still for a moment, catching his breath since moving around set his entire body aflame. He glanced at the bedside clock, which displayed '17:34' in red. He pushed himself upwards using the bed as support, but he couldn't take a step forward without wincing.

He must get to Chan.

While taking forever to slowly limp his way downstairs, Jeongin felt tears well behind his eyes, blinking multiple times to hold them back. He regretted keeping this secret from Chan.

Chan.

That's all that mattered, and he had to do what he can to get to Chan. Even if it hadn't been even a week since Chan miraculously started treated him nicely after so heartlessly bullying him before, Chan made Jeongin feel safe in such a short time. He felt a connection with the older, something special that no one has made him feel before.

"So you can still walk."

Jeongin froze on the last step, his heart dropping into his stomach. Just a few ice-cold words from Hyunjin and his legs were turning jelly. He felt his eyes moisten all over again and this time, a few drops fell onto the beige carpet that he refused to look up from.

After minutes of silence, Jeongin breathed in and looked up, locking eyes with Hyunjin's emotionless brown orbs. The latter stood at the doorway, blocking Jeongin's only escape route.

Jeongin stepped down, then reluctantly walked closer, until he stood a few inches away from his supposed 'boyfriend'.

"I.. I want to break up."

After getting no immediate response, Jeongin's eyes darted to the floor. He gulped.

"I think.. I like Chan-"

The sudden impact of Hyunjin's fist connecting with his face pushed Jeongin off his feet as he crashed to the floor. In that moment, Jeongin felt his body give up, the overwhelming pain sending electrifying shocks through his body. Before he could recover, a fistful of his hair was harshly grabbed, forcing him to his trembling knees. He felt warm blood trickle down his nose. It was the very first time Hyunjin hurt his face, and not a place that could 'easily be covered'.

"You don't know what you're saying." snarled Hyunjin, kneeling on one knee to meet Jeongin's intimidated eyes. His breathing was elevated, and like water slowly coming to a boil, he was soon growling. He then chuckled; a psychotic sound that made Jeongin shiver. His grip tightening on Jeongin's hair, he pulled the fragile boy closer, then placed a peck on his lips, the touch disgusting Jeongin enough to make him on the verge of throwing up.

"You know you belong to me, Yang Jeongin." He spat, voice dripping with venom and not a sign of compassion.

Unable to fight the tears anymore, Jeongin sniffed. "I- I hate you.." He attempted to push Hyunjin off, his weak hands not even enough to make the latter budge. "I hate you! Get awa-"

And another punch. Then, by placing an arm around Jeongin's abdomen, his boyfriend forcefully dragged him off the floor and walked into the kitchen.

Jeongin struggled, realization dawning upon him. "No! Please, please stop-!" He choked out, struggling in the older's strong grip.

Hyunjin kicked open the basement door and stepped down the stairs, not caring that Jeongin's bruised body was being roughly dragged along.

Jeongin writhed and squirmed, using the last bit of energy in him to resist, but to no vail. He knew what was going to happen, and he didn't think his body could survive this time.

He was harshly thrown against the dirty floor, an agonizing shriek escaping Jeongin's chapped lips as pain shot through his already destroyed body. He couldn't muster up enough strength to support himself and sit up, so he curled into a ball and whimpered in pain, his unvoiced pleas muffling into heart-wrenching sobs.

"I'll make sure you learn this time." sneered Hyunjin, his hands firmly gripping onto thick ropes as he stepped towards Jeongin.

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Jeongin's limp body laid almost lifeless, the rough ropes digging into his wrists behind his back as only the massive white t shirt covered his beaten body. He had long given up on fighting. So once Hyunjin had enough, the older threw one last punch to Jeongin's cheek, which was sure to leave a bruise, then left. Every bit of hope drained Jeongin once he heard the basement door being locked.

His body was on fire. He couldn't breathe. He hadn't even recovered from last night's kicks and punches, so having to receive an extra load of beatings left him gasping for air. Each whip of Hyunjin's leather belt left large red bruises across his thighs and back, some surely reaching his upper arms.

The dead silence felt suffocating. His eyes burned, not just from lack of sleep, but also from the tears that couldn't stay in longer. Soon, he was wailing his eyes out without holding back. Even when his eyes dried up and he could no longer cry, the shatter in his heart didn't lessen one bit. The pain was fresh and overly unbearable.

Jeongin shifted, but immediately winced, the movement torturing him. Despite the pain, he slowly turned on his sides. Then something caught Jeongin's eyes. Along with the sweater his so-called boyfriend left on the ground was his phone.

A tiny spark of hope sprouted in the boy, he squirmed to get closer, unable to move his legs because they had absolutely no strength left in them. Once he was close enough, the boy used his chin to pull the phone closer. And oh lord was he feeling grateful, for once, that Hyunjin never used pass codes.

Using his nose, Jeongin attempted to dial a number he remembered all too well. After getting it wrong a few times, Jeongin managed to type in the number. Instead of calling, he resorted to messaging. He used his nose to type in a series of texts, without bothering to correct typos, then pressed send. He hoped, with all his broken heart, that Jisung would come get him. And with that, the dizziness won over and the surroundings began to fade into darkness.

xx-xxx-xxxx
6:27 pm

Jisumf
This id jeongim

Help

Chan ,cafe nesr sxhool
Bring hjm

htunjim did it ahain
Delivered, 6:34

a;n
yo i fucking love
hwang hyunjin to death

also i was kinda scared to
publish this bc um idk i hope
y'all don't hate me

when i see like... a potentially
slightly teeny tiny bit offensive
comment, i become :c

so don't kill maya for this