Jin hurt all over.

He stared at the ceiling, not saying a word, unable to formulate any kind of thought in his head. He didn't know how this happened, he didn't even realize.

It had completely blind sided him.

One minute he had been going to his, regular session with his Hyung, and the second he found himself being wrestled to bend over a desk, being pressed down by hands.

His pants had been pushed down and he had....

Jin clenched his eyes shut, feeling a sob build in his throat. He didn't want to think about it.

Didn't want to think about the things his Hyung had just done to him.

Desung hadn't shown any signs. Jin didn't know. He didn't want it. He didn't come onto the man.

Sure, they'd become closer, even gotten a little romantic, kissed even...

But Jin never thought the man would...rape him.

When they had first started to develop feelings for one another, Jin had shied away from it, knowing that it was wrong. Even if Desung was young, just a few years older, Jin wasn't legal yet, and Desung was his teacher, it was wrong.

But eventually he had opened up about his feelings, and was surprised when the man had reciprocated them. Their study sessions had become even better after that, sharing stolen kisses and cuddling while Desung assisted Jin on his language skills...

And the man had never even shown signs for something like this. Jin was shocked, he didn't know what to do, he never thought something like this would happen.

Beside him, Desung was pacing around, muttering angrily as Jin laid there on the floor, beaten and bruised, horrible things trickling out of him, down his thighs, to the floor.

Pain all over.

Jin didn't think he could move if he tried to.

"If you just hadn't talked to him..." he heard as he slowly came back to reality. Jin managed to tilt his head slightly, his eyes catching sight of Desung's shoes as he came closer.

He gasped as the man leant down and grabbed his hair, pulling his head up and angling his neck awkwardly to force him to face him. "Why did you fucking think it was okay to talk to him? You're mine." The man growled, spitting in Jin's face before shoving him back to the floor.

Jin didn't know who the man was talking about, what he was so mad about. He was confused, hurt and scared. He didn't know what was going on, what he'd done to deserve such horrid acts of violence against his mind and body.

He laid there, not talking to the man, but he cried out when he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. "I thought I could trust you, you know? Thought I could let you be, but apparently I was wrong. Apparently you're nothing but a little whore. Tell me, did his dick feel good inside of you? Did you let him fill you up? Did you beg for more like the little slut I know you are?"

Jin cried as he was forcefully rolled over, a hand pressing his chest to the ground. It hurt, it hurt so much. The new bruises lining his chest and abdomen were being pressed into the ground and it hurt so much.

Jin thought he was going to pass out.

"But he couldn't give it to you as good as I could. Bet you were just so desperate for a cock inside of you that you didn't care that you belong to me. Well, if you're that cock hungry, then here."

Jin screamed as something was forcefully shoved inside of him.

No, stop. He screamed inside of his mind.

He was too weak to struggle this time, as he had the first time, and all his battered body could do was take it.

And he hated himself for that. For laying there and taking it as the man spewed horrible things to him, called him horrid names and hit him harshly on his back and ass, anywhere, really as he used him like some sort of sex doll.

He wasn't kind in his movements. He was rough and vicious, unforgiving and Jin wanted to scream again, he did, but a hand covering his mouth prevented him from it.

The hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing too tight to be safe prevented that.

Jin let his tears fall, wanting to do nothing but pass out. He wants this to be over. He didn't want to be conscious for this.

As it continued, a small crack appeared.

Inside of Jin's mind.

-

He wouldn't stop.

He didn't stop.

In fact, it got worse.

Jin couldn't go to school some days because he was so beaten up.

Never the face, it was never the face, but everywhere else was fair game. He would be punched, kicked, slapped, hit with objects, anything to hurt him. Desung didn't care for his wellbeing, and as long as he didn't die, he didn't care how much pain he inflicted on his student.

It grew worse when Desung came to school drunk one day. No one could tell, but Jin could. The man had started drinking amore and more, and the several cigarette burns now marring his skin showed signs of other substances being used as well.

Jin was blamed for it all. He was told he deserved to be hit because of how much of an unfaithful whore he was.

He was blamed for his drinking problem, how Desung was so stressed because of him that he couldn't help it.

How smoking was the only stress reliever these days.

Jin was punished for doing nothing every single day, and he hated it.

He hated himself.

Desung began threatening his brother, too, just another thing to be used against Jin.

Along with the several thousand pictures Desung had on his phone of Jin naked and crying underneath him from every time he'd raped him.

Jin found himself home alone for the first time in months.

Taehyung was at school, his foster father at work, and his foster mother had finally found a job she'd been able to hold for longer than a week.

Jin was in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror without any clothes on. The first time he'd taken the time to really see the damage done to him.

The first time he realized just how ugly and damaged he'd become.

Jin didn't cry anymore. He had no tears left to spare. The only thing that could come out were screams. Screams of despair and disgust.

Jin flung everything resting on the bathroom counter to the floor, not caring if the glass soap container shatter on the floor.

But he turned when he saw the jagged, sharp shards on the ground.

And he snapped.

His broken body, his broken mind...

Jin reached down and picked up one of the larger pieces, his hands steady. He brought it to his wrist.

And slid it across his wrist.

The first time he'd inflicted pain onto himself.

How sweet it was.

To have some form of control.

Over the pain he had.