Bitter Love One-shot
Title: Bitter Love
Pairing: Eric Mun/ Shin Hyesung
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Hyesung loves Eric. He really does. But what happens when Eric leaves Hyesung alone in a bar?
Type: One-shot
Warnings: rape; Eric and Hyesung dont belong to me. :( Shinhwa dont belong to me
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Seeing Eric with another girl pisses me off.
I mean, sure, he is the great leader of Shinhwa. We are a legend in Korea, the best amongst the best. Eric deserves to be with anyone he ever wanted.
But then why doesn’t he want to be with me?
We are the oil and water, the pepper and salt. Water and fire. We belonged.
And yet, here he is. Clinging on a girl I don’t know, smiling and laughing as they nuzzled each other’s cheeks, brushing their lips against the other’s. I held my composure to stop myself from crying.
‘Hyesung ah, I love you.’
No, you don’t. You love her, not me.
I turned away as soon as his eyes travelled on my direction, pretending to drink something from my empty glass. We were at a bar, alone as I liked it. It was suppose to be a groupie date for us Shinhwa, but the other 4 bailed out early this morning. Eric wanted to bail out too, but I held and begged him for hours until he agreed as long as he get to bring a date.
And that was my simple mistake.
Snaking my arms around me, it suddenly got cold. Bars are never cold for me, but now I felt stiff and numb from the cooling air condition. I sighed.
The only thing I can get out from this ‘date’ is just heartbroken thoughts and sadness.
I turned back to look where Eric and the ‘thing’ were sitting, only to find a different couple sitting there.
I turned the other way, hoping that they had just got up to dance somewhere.
I couldn’t find them.
My heart began to beat faster. Eric wouldn’t leave me here alone!
I got up to search for them only to be pushed back onto the chair. I looked to the side to find another guy sitting besides me. Buff, aftershaved, and ugly.
“What is it that you want?” I asked quickly, wanting to leave the club as soon as possible. He turned to my, flashing his yellow teeth into a large grin. He had a tight grip on my arm, fingers clutching deeply into my skin.
He was twice as large as me.
“Hey, beautiful. How about showing me a good time tonight?” I gaped at him before reaching for his hand to pull at his fingers. He gripped at me tighter.
“Sir, please. I just want to go home.” I begged as he got up, pulling me with him.
“Okay. We can go have fun at your place.” I instantly grew cold and scared. I tried jerking myself away from him only to be brought onto his chest, his arm around my waist.
“Sir, let me go!” My yell went to deafened ears; the music was too loud for anyone to hear me. He scowled as his arm tightened close to me before pulling me to the stairs.
He dragged me up to the second floor before another man behind a window. He had his hand opened and the guy digged into his pockets. With one arm loose I tried to kick him so I can run away.
He groaned at my attempt, hitting me on the back of my head before pulling at my hair to stay still. My fingers instinctly went around his on my hair, tears forming under my eyes as I tried releasing myself from the other man. The man behind the window grinned, smiling lightly at me as the guy finally put down a couple of bills on the counter. The guy pointed to the other side and the guy let go of my hair.
Finding my next moment to run, he pushed his leg under me, tripping me. He gripped my arm again as I finally cried, tears rolling down my cheeks as he pulled me right back up.
“Sir, please…!” he turned me around to slap me. My hand went on my cheek, more tears spilling. He pulled me to a room, opened already only to find a queen sized bed inside. What was he planning on…
I screamed.
I screamed until he threw me on the bed, planting himself on top of me as he began to lick my neck, sucking on my skin.
He grabbed my hands, pulling them above me as he tore open my shirt. His lips found mine as I turned harshly to the sides. He cant hold me for long.
Until he pulled his hand to his back pocket, revealing handcuffs.
“Sir, no…!” I tried throwing off of me, but he didn’t budge. He took my hands and forced the cuffs on, tying it around the bed post. He smiled wickedly as he pulled my face to his, kissing my lips roughly.
More tears ran down my face as I begged for him to let me go.
It was a few hours earlier that I was begging Eric to come with me to the bar…
Eric…
“ERIC!!” I cried, pushing the man over and over with my legs until he slapped me once again. I cried more, my bruised cheek hurting from the contact. I didn’t stop though. I cried for Eric over and over, still pushing at the man before a knock was heard through the door.
It was light, but it stopped the man from making more advances on me. I wiggled around more until he got up from the bed and turned the lock on the door, growling to himself as he finally opened it.
I got up suddenly as a large thump hit the floor. I looked at the door, seeing no one there until a black shadow loomed at the door.
Please don’t tell me that he brought friends…
Eric… please no….Eric!
I couldn’t stop myself from crying as I struggled from the bondage.
“Well, look what we have here…”
No. Please! No!
I whimpered as three other forms seemed to make it to my vision.
“Please…”
“Shut up!”
I didn’t know why I listened to him but I kept my mouth shut, crying silently. The guys’ hands started to impose on my body, pulling my clothing off.
I guess I didn’t thoroughly given up. Finding new strength, I kicked the man off the bed, growling at them. Shock was inevident on their faces, but then the guy got up, the same man that had pulled me here in the first place, and ordered them to pull open my legs. I whimpered.
It wasn’t long to find myself struggling with my legs wide open for anyone to see, heat rushing to my cheeks as I growled. The men seem to enjoy it though. I didn’t know what else I could have done. My arms were tied above me, two guys held my legs, I couldn’t move.
At some point, I finally accepted my fate. Eric wasn’t going to come look for me. He had the tramp with him. He didn’t want me….
My chest started to hurt, thoughts plaguing my mind of Eric. My tears grew heavier by the second as I felt the man’s fingers tracing my entrance.
And I blacked out.
End.
Pairing: Eric Mun/ Shin Hyesung
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Hyesung loves Eric. He really does. But what happens when Eric leaves Hyesung alone in a bar?
Type: One-shot
Warnings: rape; Eric and Hyesung dont belong to me. :( Shinhwa dont belong to me
~~
Seeing Eric with another girl pisses me off.
I mean, sure, he is the great leader of Shinhwa. We are a legend in Korea, the best amongst the best. Eric deserves to be with anyone he ever wanted.
But then why doesn’t he want to be with me?
We are the oil and water, the pepper and salt. Water and fire. We belonged.
And yet, here he is. Clinging on a girl I don’t know, smiling and laughing as they nuzzled each other’s cheeks, brushing their lips against the other’s. I held my composure to stop myself from crying.
‘Hyesung ah, I love you.’
No, you don’t. You love her, not me.
I turned away as soon as his eyes travelled on my direction, pretending to drink something from my empty glass. We were at a bar, alone as I liked it. It was suppose to be a groupie date for us Shinhwa, but the other 4 bailed out early this morning. Eric wanted to bail out too, but I held and begged him for hours until he agreed as long as he get to bring a date.
And that was my simple mistake.
Snaking my arms around me, it suddenly got cold. Bars are never cold for me, but now I felt stiff and numb from the cooling air condition. I sighed.
The only thing I can get out from this ‘date’ is just heartbroken thoughts and sadness.
I turned back to look where Eric and the ‘thing’ were sitting, only to find a different couple sitting there.
I turned the other way, hoping that they had just got up to dance somewhere.
I couldn’t find them.
My heart began to beat faster. Eric wouldn’t leave me here alone!
I got up to search for them only to be pushed back onto the chair. I looked to the side to find another guy sitting besides me. Buff, aftershaved, and ugly.
“What is it that you want?” I asked quickly, wanting to leave the club as soon as possible. He turned to my, flashing his yellow teeth into a large grin. He had a tight grip on my arm, fingers clutching deeply into my skin.
He was twice as large as me.
“Hey, beautiful. How about showing me a good time tonight?” I gaped at him before reaching for his hand to pull at his fingers. He gripped at me tighter.
“Sir, please. I just want to go home.” I begged as he got up, pulling me with him.
“Okay. We can go have fun at your place.” I instantly grew cold and scared. I tried jerking myself away from him only to be brought onto his chest, his arm around my waist.
“Sir, let me go!” My yell went to deafened ears; the music was too loud for anyone to hear me. He scowled as his arm tightened close to me before pulling me to the stairs.
He dragged me up to the second floor before another man behind a window. He had his hand opened and the guy digged into his pockets. With one arm loose I tried to kick him so I can run away.
He groaned at my attempt, hitting me on the back of my head before pulling at my hair to stay still. My fingers instinctly went around his on my hair, tears forming under my eyes as I tried releasing myself from the other man. The man behind the window grinned, smiling lightly at me as the guy finally put down a couple of bills on the counter. The guy pointed to the other side and the guy let go of my hair.
Finding my next moment to run, he pushed his leg under me, tripping me. He gripped my arm again as I finally cried, tears rolling down my cheeks as he pulled me right back up.
“Sir, please…!” he turned me around to slap me. My hand went on my cheek, more tears spilling. He pulled me to a room, opened already only to find a queen sized bed inside. What was he planning on…
I screamed.
I screamed until he threw me on the bed, planting himself on top of me as he began to lick my neck, sucking on my skin.
He grabbed my hands, pulling them above me as he tore open my shirt. His lips found mine as I turned harshly to the sides. He cant hold me for long.
Until he pulled his hand to his back pocket, revealing handcuffs.
“Sir, no…!” I tried throwing off of me, but he didn’t budge. He took my hands and forced the cuffs on, tying it around the bed post. He smiled wickedly as he pulled my face to his, kissing my lips roughly.
More tears ran down my face as I begged for him to let me go.
It was a few hours earlier that I was begging Eric to come with me to the bar…
Eric…
“ERIC!!” I cried, pushing the man over and over with my legs until he slapped me once again. I cried more, my bruised cheek hurting from the contact. I didn’t stop though. I cried for Eric over and over, still pushing at the man before a knock was heard through the door.
It was light, but it stopped the man from making more advances on me. I wiggled around more until he got up from the bed and turned the lock on the door, growling to himself as he finally opened it.
I got up suddenly as a large thump hit the floor. I looked at the door, seeing no one there until a black shadow loomed at the door.
Please don’t tell me that he brought friends…
Eric… please no….Eric!
I couldn’t stop myself from crying as I struggled from the bondage.
“Well, look what we have here…”
No. Please! No!
I whimpered as three other forms seemed to make it to my vision.
“Please…”
“Shut up!”
I didn’t know why I listened to him but I kept my mouth shut, crying silently. The guys’ hands started to impose on my body, pulling my clothing off.
I guess I didn’t thoroughly given up. Finding new strength, I kicked the man off the bed, growling at them. Shock was inevident on their faces, but then the guy got up, the same man that had pulled me here in the first place, and ordered them to pull open my legs. I whimpered.
It wasn’t long to find myself struggling with my legs wide open for anyone to see, heat rushing to my cheeks as I growled. The men seem to enjoy it though. I didn’t know what else I could have done. My arms were tied above me, two guys held my legs, I couldn’t move.
At some point, I finally accepted my fate. Eric wasn’t going to come look for me. He had the tramp with him. He didn’t want me….
My chest started to hurt, thoughts plaguing my mind of Eric. My tears grew heavier by the second as I felt the man’s fingers tracing my entrance.
And I blacked out.
End.