Tell Me You Love Me; Chapter 1
Title: Tell Me You Love Me; Chapter 1
Author Wishunew
Rating: this part is NC-17 because I'm a bad person.
Pairing/Focus: Onew
Summary: In the movies, when a singer lost their voice, all you had to do was break the shell and they got it back, and everyone lived happily ever after, lesson learned. But movies aren't real, and when a voice leaves, sometimes it doesn't want to come back, and some lessons leave marks that even happy endings can't erase. . . . . >.< im bad at summary's!
thanks to my beta manaphasm as always.
Disclaimer: If owned Shinee, I would be in the pron business, but as it stands, I dont, so I'm not.
It’s not often that you’re forgotten when you’re in SHINee. Sure it’s happened a few times; Taemin going back to the dorm because he left something and the rest taking off because it was a rushed morning. Manager-hyung losing track of time late at night and Onew/Jonghyun/Minho/Key were stuck at practice/filming for a few hours. It’s never that one of them is forgotten altogether, except for tonight.
Tonight, Super Junior had decided to take their favorite dongseangs out to celebrate, and wish them a successful second comeback. They had surprised SHINee at the practice studio and dragged them away into three different cars. They had been brought to a loud club, unknown to their manager, where food, alcohol, merriment and explicit activities were plenty. They left shortly after midnight, when Taemin came running out of the bathroom babbling something about a hole in the wall. They stumbled into their dorm rooms as quietly as drunk, pre-adults could be, Key and Jonghyun leaning on each other for support, and tumbled into bed, smelling like alcohol and glitter, possibly scarred for life, but overall, happy.
Onew didn’t know that, though. When his Super Junior sunbaes had rushed in and kidnapped them all, he had gone with the flow, until he remembered he’d forgotten his phone, only to realize that he had been forgotten upon emerging. He couldn’t really blame them; twenty people was a lot to keep track of, but he still felt pretty sad as he sat down on the corner and started dialing phone numbers, hoping that they hadn’t made it that far and could still turn around without causing a problem.
Except no one answered him.
“Is this part of my condition?” he muttered to himself as he rubbed his phone hard into his forehead, before flipping it open to call Jonghyun again. “Um,” Jinki jumped and turned around, startled, to find the security guard that reminded him of Taecyeon staring at him in confusion. “I thought everyone left?” he asked, looking around.
“They did,” Onew said, smiling sheepishly. “I got left behind accidentally.”
“Oh,” the man nodded in understanding. “It’s tough to be forgotten by your friends.”
“I wasn’t really forgotten,” Jinki said, looking back at his phone. “There were a lot of us-”
“And they forgot about you,” the man supplied less than helpfully. “I understand.”
Onew frowned but didn’t attempt to correct him. He was right, after all.
“Listen, I’m the only other person here, and I have to lock up,” the guard said, looking down at the set of keys in his hand. “I’d feel bad if I left you here by yourself, not to mention I might lose my job if something happened to you,” he paused to chuckle as if that had been a joke. Onew smiled at him in the awkwardness of the moment. “So how about this, after I lock up, I’ll take you home?”
“Oh no,” Onew stammered, flattered by the offer. “I don’t want to be a bother, I’ll just-”
“If anyone cared enough to come get you they would have answered their phones by now,” the man said flippantly, “and it’s no bother, not at all.”
Jinki felt himself deflate as he nodded his head. The man was probably right anyway. So he waited dejectedly on the sidewalk as the guard finished locking up the building for the night.
“My car’s this way,” he said with a smile, ushering Jinki towards the parking garage.
“Sorry about the mess,” the man said when they got to the car. He opened the passenger side door and threw the boxes on the seat into the back, then stepped back to let the young idol by.
“It’s okay,” Jinki said, buckling himself in. “I understand. You should see our dorm when we’re getting ready for concerts.”
The guard chucked a little and started the engine. Onew sighed and zoned out the window, planning ways to make his dongsaengs and sunbaes feel bad for forgetting him. Onew snapped out of his thoughts when the car stopped. Sitting up more and looking around, he realized he didn’t know where they were.
“Where-” he started to ask.
“Take a left, and your dorm is two blocks straight ahead,” the guard said, not looking at the idol.
“Then why…” Onew furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The man turned to look at him, and suddenly Jinki felt the need to leave. Right now.
“Thanks,” he muttered as he simultaneously tried to undo his belt and open the door, only to get tangled up in the process. But hey, the door opened, as long as he could-
The guard leaned closer. “Close the door,” he said, his breath caressing the younger man’s ear as Jinki freaked out. He lurched for the open door in desperation, only to be forced back into his seat by solid weight as the guard slid on top of him, and slammed the door shut.
“Please,” he sobbed, fighting against the man, trying to reach the door. “Stop, don’t.”
The man calmly untangled the idol, his weight more than enough to keep him pinned, before running soothing hands down the younger man’s face. “Shhhh,” he cooed, even as Onew tried to jerk away from the touches. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Let me go,” Onew whispered, looking up at the man through unshed tears, pleading. “I’ll give you anything you want, my wallet-” he was cut off by a sharp slap across his face.
“I said, shut up,” the man hissed, and Onew just blinked at him, trying to choke down the sob that threatened to escape his body at the pain.
The man reached a hand down between the door and the seat, and suddenly Jinki found himself being propelled backwards. He made a startled noise and flailed uselessly as he suddenly found himself half lying down on the reclined chair. He breathed deeply a few times, his panicked brain not understanding anything. He just wanted to go home.
“I want to go home,” he whimpered, silent tears running down his bruising cheek.The guard sighed above him and ran gentle hands up to wipe the tears away. “You’re so stupid, do you know that?” he whispered, moving his hands around to circle the younger man’s neck. “Didn’t I say be quiet? Hmm?? Now look what I have to do.” As the guard spoke, his grip on the young idol’s neck began to tighten. Jinki panicked, grabbing the man’s thick wrists.
“Please,” he gasped, trying desperately to pull oxygen into his lungs.
Jinki clawed at the man’s arms and wrists, as the guard made gentle shushing noises.
Then everything went dark.
He came back to himself slowly. He was cold, and his eyes were heavy; didn’t want to open. His back lurches involuntarily and a soft noise escaped his throat as a warm, wet sensation ran across his nipples.
Onew heard a deep chuckle above him and finally lolled his head to the side and managed to crack open his eyes. The guard looked up at him, smiling, before running his tongue over the younger man’s nipple.
Onew’s eyes widened as he made a harsher noise, something shrill and panicky, as he realized that his shirt was around his armpits and his pants were around his ankles, and otherwise he was completely naked. Before he could get another word out, the man’s hand was over his mouth, forcing Onew’s red, watery eyes to lock onto his crazed ones.
“Don’t do that,” the guard whispered. “Don’t scream. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jinki thought back to the hands, tight around his throat, and wondered how this man didn’t count that as hurting him even as he slowly nodded his head. If he cooperated he’d get out of this faster, right? He’d get to go home sooner, right? He kept nodding as the man pulled his hand away, and before he could even think of saying anything, the guard captured his lips.
My first kiss, he thought fleetingly, as he tried to push the man away, only to have his wrist caught in a bone crushing grip and his bottom lip bit harshly.The guard snaked his dirtyfilthywrong tongue inside, violently, and Onew bit down on it instantly. Hard.
The man pulled back immediately, hand to his mouth. He glared down at the younger manboy and backhanded him, hard, across the face. Jinki cried out as he was hit, blood spilling out of his mouth as his teeth cut into the inside of his cheek.
“Bitch has some bite to him?” he chuckled darkly, grabbing the collar of Onew’s shirt and yanking it over to expose his shoulder as Onew thought, stupidly, that this was his favorite shirt. “I’ll show you how a real man bites,” and Onew couldn’t even try to contain the scream as the guard’s teeth ripped into the flesh of the idol’s shoulder. Jinki whimpered loudly as the man pulled back, lips red with blood. “See what you made me do?” he muttered, licking around the wound. “This is all your fault, you know.” He faced the idol, before gently placing his lips back onto Onew’s, slowly slipping his tongue inside, lapping at the wounded cheek before twining around the Idol’s unresponsive muscle and sucking, ever so softly.
Onew whined in confusion and pain. His shoulder throbbed, and all he could taste was the coppery liquid that was filling his mouth. He wanted to be sick so bad, but it seemed like even his body was ignoring him tonight. The guard pulled back slowly, opening his eyes. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he whispered, wiping away the tears that fell unchecked down Jinki’s face. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said again, “but you made me. You did.”
Onew shook his head violently, crying harder.
“You did,” the man said, cupping the idol’s face to make their eyes connect. “You did,” he said again, making Jinki’s head nod. “But it’s okay! I’m not mad anymore, see?” the guard offered a blood stained smile. “It’s okay now.” Onew shivered as the man let go of his face, his mind racing and blank all at the same time.
Everything came to a screeching halt as the guard wrapped his hand around Jinki’s flaccid cock.
“No!” Onew cried, trying to sit up, trying to get away, trying to do something. “Oh god, please! Don’t, please.” He reached down with both hands to try and make the man let go, only to have them both crushed by the guards other hand.
“How many times do I have to fucking tell you,” he seethed, squeezing Jinki’s wrists harder. “Stop fucking talking!”
“I’m sorry,” Onew babbled, pain and embarrassment making him cry harder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please.” The man sighed and kissed him again as Onew’s hands went limp by his side.
“You have to stop talking,” he whispered when he pulled away, his hand on Onew’s cock, slowly starting to tease it to life. “You don’t want us interrupted, do you?” Onew shivered and tried to pretend this wasn’t happening. He wasn’t prepared for the odd twist the man did with his hand, and a small wanton whine slipped past the idol’s lips, filling the silent car as Jinki blushed in mortified embarrassment and confusion.
“There’s a good boy,” the man cooed, licking at the bite mark on Onew’s shoulder. “Just enjoy it. If you hadn’t fought me, none of that mean stuff would have happened.” He tightened his grip and Jinki arched, keening softly as unwanted pleasure burned through his body. Jinki froze up when he felt something touching the most private part of his body. He tried in vain to pull away as soft whines of panic and protest fell from his lips, body suddenly shaking uncontrollably.
“Calm down,” the man whispered, running his lips over the idol’s ear. “Now, I want you to be a good boy for me, okay? Will you do that for me? Will you listen and be a good, quiet boy for me?” Onew tried to calm down, he did, but his body wouldn’t stop shaking as, what he assumed was a finger, pressed against the secret entrance to his body. He couldn’t stop the quiet “no” that slipped past his lips. The man immediately pulled back and away, and Onew stumbled over his words in a rush to apologize; but nothing came out as the guard clamped a hand over the young idol’s mouth.
“You’re a stupid bitch, aren’t you,” he hissed, fingers digging into the idol’s cheeks. “You never learn.” With one hand still on Onew‘s mouth, the man reached his other hand down to once again press against the idol’s entrance. Jinki jerked away instantly, his hands gripping the man’s wrist tightly. He shook his head as best he could; pleading with his eyes.
“You don’t like my fingers, slut?” he sneered, pulling his hand away from the idol’s mouth. “Fine, use your own.” Jinki’s mouth fell open in shock, unsure of what to do. The guard lightly tapped him on the cheek, before clutching his shoulders and shaking him a little. “Listen, I don’t have to be doing this for you, okay?” he said, ducking his head down to make eye contact with the shell shocked idol. “I could really just push in; but that would hurt you. A lot. And I don’t want to do that. You need to just shut up and start listening to me, okay? So here,” he said, grabbing one of Onew’s hands and bringing it to the idol’s mouth. “Suck. It will help.” Then he guided the hand into Jinki’s mouth.
Onew felt himself start to cry again as he sucked on his own fingers. Everything tasted like blood, so when the guard pulled his hand back, he was surprised to see that his fingers weren’t crimson with the substance. “Okay, now go slow,” the guard said, guiding Jinki’s hand down between his legs, past his wilting cock, to press right against his entrance. “Nice and easy, okay?” Onew choked back a sob as he pushed a finger inside himself. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the side as his entire body went flush with embarrassment. The man guided his hand back out before thrusting it back inside, effectively fucking the young idol on his own finger.
“Now another,” he whispered as he stilled Onew’s hand. The younger man whined quietly as he forced another finger inside himself, hissing at the stretch. “Such a good slut,” the man cooed, running his hand through Onew’s hair. “My good little slut. Have you done this before?” he chuckled, undoing his pants slowly. “Hook your fingers,” he muttered, suddenly, licking his lips. Onew did as he was told, a startled cry escaping his lips as he brushed against something inside of him that made his whole body heat up. He was forced to drag his fingers out and thrust them back in, but he wasn’t complaining as they hit that spot once more.
“You have done this before,” the man concluded, smirking as he let go of the idol’s hand. “You know right where it is. Have you done it with your band members? Do you let them watch?” his voice dropped lower as he leaned close to whisper into the idol’s ear. “Did you let them fuck you?” Onew trembled, shaking his head from side to side. He’d never done this. He’d never done anything.
“Slut,” the man said, suddenly sounding angry. “They have, haven’t they? Who was it?” he demanded, gripping the younger man’s jaw tightly. “Who was it?!”
“No one,” Jinki babbled. “No one! I’ve never, oh god, please don’t, please.” The man slapped the idol again before leering at him. “What the fuck did I say?” he chuckled mirthlessly as he pulled himself out of his pants and lined himself up, “You stupid slut. You never learn, do you?” Onew tensed when he felt the man’s cock touch him. “God no, please,” the words spilled out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Don’t please, don’t please.”
“This is your fault,” the man said, gripping Onew’s hips harder than necessary to shift him into a better position. “This is what happens when you open that whore mouth of yours.”
Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared Onew for the pain he felt as the man pushed into him. It felt like he was being split in two by a fire itself. It never seemed to end; his entire body throbbed in pain; his mouth, his shoulder, his hips, everything. Jinki didn’t even know if he screamed. He knew his mouth was open, but he was deaf to the world as the man continued to push inside of him. Finally, the man stilled with a grunt, his hands on Onew’s hips in a death grip, adding to the bruises the young man had collected that night.
“You’re so fucking tight,” the guard muttered, running his lips over Onew’s cheeks, licking away tears that never seemed to stop falling. “I bet they’re in you every chance they get.” Onew made a choked noise as the man slowly pulled back, then thrust into him harshly. “So who is it?” he demanded, staying perfectly still as the young idol shook, mind all but completely gone in the haze of pain, confusion, and shock. “Is it that tall piece of shit? Or that short ass motherfucker?” Onew could only whine in response, mind unwittingly flashing to Minho and Jonghyun, and how much he wished they were here right now, helping him. Saving him.
The man thrust in harder, ripping a muted whine from Onew’s throat, before he stilled and cocked his head to the side. “Or is it both?” he smiled like he just figured it out. “You little cockslut, you. Letting both of them play with you. You must like it rough huh?” he laughed insanely, as he sped up his thrusts. Onew tried to let himself drift away from it, but it hurt too much; every time he felt the promise of blissful darkness, the man would shift and pain would explode behind his eyes and ground him in reality. The man started making grunting noises as his hips faltered; falling out of the rhythm Onew was used to. Pain like shards of glass cut through his body as the man’s thrusts became faster and faster, before he finally stilled, and the young idol’s stomach rolled as he felt a splash of warmth inside of his body that slowly started to sting. Slowly, slowly, the guard released his grip on the idol’s hips and pulled out and away, leaving Onew cold, wet, and in pain.
“It didn’t have to be this way, you know,” the man said as he helped Onew redress. “If you had only been quiet, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.” In the back of the traumatized young man’s mind, he registered the fact that he no longer was wearing underwear. He clutched at the man’s arm with shaking hands. The guard clicked his tongue and forced the idol to let go. “A keepsake,” the man said, throwing Onew’s underwear somewhere in the back of his car, and capturing Jinki‘s mouth in one last kiss. “To remember you by.” Then he brushed his hand gently over the still bleeding bite mark one last time.
The next thing Onew knew, he was throwing up in a sewage drain as the only car on the street drove away. He dragged himself up and forced his body to move; slowly, painfully, stumbling like he’s drunk, left, and then straight on to his dorm. To home. No one was out on the streets at that time, the desk guard barely looked up, and Onew was inside his bathroom before he knew it, throwing up again as he struggled out of his dirtynastydisgusting clothing. He pulled the loose molding out of place and shoved his clothes as far away and out of sight as possible, and covered the hole, before he turned the shower on scalding; he couldn’t feel it anyway. He was numb, and he collapsed in the tub, silent sobs shaking his body. And then the blackness took him.
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I'm Sorry!
Author Wishunew
Rating: this part is NC-17 because I'm a bad person.
Pairing/Focus: Onew
Summary: In the movies, when a singer lost their voice, all you had to do was break the shell and they got it back, and everyone lived happily ever after, lesson learned. But movies aren't real, and when a voice leaves, sometimes it doesn't want to come back, and some lessons leave marks that even happy endings can't erase. . . . . >.< im bad at summary's!
thanks to my beta manaphasm as always.
Disclaimer: If owned Shinee, I would be in the pron business, but as it stands, I dont, so I'm not.
It’s not often that you’re forgotten when you’re in SHINee. Sure it’s happened a few times; Taemin going back to the dorm because he left something and the rest taking off because it was a rushed morning. Manager-hyung losing track of time late at night and Onew/Jonghyun/Minho/Key were stuck at practice/filming for a few hours. It’s never that one of them is forgotten altogether, except for tonight.
Tonight, Super Junior had decided to take their favorite dongseangs out to celebrate, and wish them a successful second comeback. They had surprised SHINee at the practice studio and dragged them away into three different cars. They had been brought to a loud club, unknown to their manager, where food, alcohol, merriment and explicit activities were plenty. They left shortly after midnight, when Taemin came running out of the bathroom babbling something about a hole in the wall. They stumbled into their dorm rooms as quietly as drunk, pre-adults could be, Key and Jonghyun leaning on each other for support, and tumbled into bed, smelling like alcohol and glitter, possibly scarred for life, but overall, happy.
Onew didn’t know that, though. When his Super Junior sunbaes had rushed in and kidnapped them all, he had gone with the flow, until he remembered he’d forgotten his phone, only to realize that he had been forgotten upon emerging. He couldn’t really blame them; twenty people was a lot to keep track of, but he still felt pretty sad as he sat down on the corner and started dialing phone numbers, hoping that they hadn’t made it that far and could still turn around without causing a problem.
Except no one answered him.
“Is this part of my condition?” he muttered to himself as he rubbed his phone hard into his forehead, before flipping it open to call Jonghyun again. “Um,” Jinki jumped and turned around, startled, to find the security guard that reminded him of Taecyeon staring at him in confusion. “I thought everyone left?” he asked, looking around.
“They did,” Onew said, smiling sheepishly. “I got left behind accidentally.”
“Oh,” the man nodded in understanding. “It’s tough to be forgotten by your friends.”
“I wasn’t really forgotten,” Jinki said, looking back at his phone. “There were a lot of us-”
“And they forgot about you,” the man supplied less than helpfully. “I understand.”
Onew frowned but didn’t attempt to correct him. He was right, after all.
“Listen, I’m the only other person here, and I have to lock up,” the guard said, looking down at the set of keys in his hand. “I’d feel bad if I left you here by yourself, not to mention I might lose my job if something happened to you,” he paused to chuckle as if that had been a joke. Onew smiled at him in the awkwardness of the moment. “So how about this, after I lock up, I’ll take you home?”
“Oh no,” Onew stammered, flattered by the offer. “I don’t want to be a bother, I’ll just-”
“If anyone cared enough to come get you they would have answered their phones by now,” the man said flippantly, “and it’s no bother, not at all.”
Jinki felt himself deflate as he nodded his head. The man was probably right anyway. So he waited dejectedly on the sidewalk as the guard finished locking up the building for the night.
“My car’s this way,” he said with a smile, ushering Jinki towards the parking garage.
“Sorry about the mess,” the man said when they got to the car. He opened the passenger side door and threw the boxes on the seat into the back, then stepped back to let the young idol by.
“It’s okay,” Jinki said, buckling himself in. “I understand. You should see our dorm when we’re getting ready for concerts.”
The guard chucked a little and started the engine. Onew sighed and zoned out the window, planning ways to make his dongsaengs and sunbaes feel bad for forgetting him. Onew snapped out of his thoughts when the car stopped. Sitting up more and looking around, he realized he didn’t know where they were.
“Where-” he started to ask.
“Take a left, and your dorm is two blocks straight ahead,” the guard said, not looking at the idol.
“Then why…” Onew furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. The man turned to look at him, and suddenly Jinki felt the need to leave. Right now.
“Thanks,” he muttered as he simultaneously tried to undo his belt and open the door, only to get tangled up in the process. But hey, the door opened, as long as he could-
The guard leaned closer. “Close the door,” he said, his breath caressing the younger man’s ear as Jinki freaked out. He lurched for the open door in desperation, only to be forced back into his seat by solid weight as the guard slid on top of him, and slammed the door shut.
“Please,” he sobbed, fighting against the man, trying to reach the door. “Stop, don’t.”
The man calmly untangled the idol, his weight more than enough to keep him pinned, before running soothing hands down the younger man’s face. “Shhhh,” he cooed, even as Onew tried to jerk away from the touches. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Let me go,” Onew whispered, looking up at the man through unshed tears, pleading. “I’ll give you anything you want, my wallet-” he was cut off by a sharp slap across his face.
“I said, shut up,” the man hissed, and Onew just blinked at him, trying to choke down the sob that threatened to escape his body at the pain.
The man reached a hand down between the door and the seat, and suddenly Jinki found himself being propelled backwards. He made a startled noise and flailed uselessly as he suddenly found himself half lying down on the reclined chair. He breathed deeply a few times, his panicked brain not understanding anything. He just wanted to go home.
“I want to go home,” he whimpered, silent tears running down his bruising cheek.The guard sighed above him and ran gentle hands up to wipe the tears away. “You’re so stupid, do you know that?” he whispered, moving his hands around to circle the younger man’s neck. “Didn’t I say be quiet? Hmm?? Now look what I have to do.” As the guard spoke, his grip on the young idol’s neck began to tighten. Jinki panicked, grabbing the man’s thick wrists.
“Please,” he gasped, trying desperately to pull oxygen into his lungs.
Jinki clawed at the man’s arms and wrists, as the guard made gentle shushing noises.
Then everything went dark.
He came back to himself slowly. He was cold, and his eyes were heavy; didn’t want to open. His back lurches involuntarily and a soft noise escaped his throat as a warm, wet sensation ran across his nipples.
Onew heard a deep chuckle above him and finally lolled his head to the side and managed to crack open his eyes. The guard looked up at him, smiling, before running his tongue over the younger man’s nipple.
Onew’s eyes widened as he made a harsher noise, something shrill and panicky, as he realized that his shirt was around his armpits and his pants were around his ankles, and otherwise he was completely naked. Before he could get another word out, the man’s hand was over his mouth, forcing Onew’s red, watery eyes to lock onto his crazed ones.
“Don’t do that,” the guard whispered. “Don’t scream. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jinki thought back to the hands, tight around his throat, and wondered how this man didn’t count that as hurting him even as he slowly nodded his head. If he cooperated he’d get out of this faster, right? He’d get to go home sooner, right? He kept nodding as the man pulled his hand away, and before he could even think of saying anything, the guard captured his lips.
My first kiss, he thought fleetingly, as he tried to push the man away, only to have his wrist caught in a bone crushing grip and his bottom lip bit harshly.The guard snaked his dirtyfilthywrong tongue inside, violently, and Onew bit down on it instantly. Hard.
The man pulled back immediately, hand to his mouth. He glared down at the younger manboy and backhanded him, hard, across the face. Jinki cried out as he was hit, blood spilling out of his mouth as his teeth cut into the inside of his cheek.
“Bitch has some bite to him?” he chuckled darkly, grabbing the collar of Onew’s shirt and yanking it over to expose his shoulder as Onew thought, stupidly, that this was his favorite shirt. “I’ll show you how a real man bites,” and Onew couldn’t even try to contain the scream as the guard’s teeth ripped into the flesh of the idol’s shoulder. Jinki whimpered loudly as the man pulled back, lips red with blood. “See what you made me do?” he muttered, licking around the wound. “This is all your fault, you know.” He faced the idol, before gently placing his lips back onto Onew’s, slowly slipping his tongue inside, lapping at the wounded cheek before twining around the Idol’s unresponsive muscle and sucking, ever so softly.
Onew whined in confusion and pain. His shoulder throbbed, and all he could taste was the coppery liquid that was filling his mouth. He wanted to be sick so bad, but it seemed like even his body was ignoring him tonight. The guard pulled back slowly, opening his eyes. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he whispered, wiping away the tears that fell unchecked down Jinki’s face. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said again, “but you made me. You did.”
Onew shook his head violently, crying harder.
“You did,” the man said, cupping the idol’s face to make their eyes connect. “You did,” he said again, making Jinki’s head nod. “But it’s okay! I’m not mad anymore, see?” the guard offered a blood stained smile. “It’s okay now.” Onew shivered as the man let go of his face, his mind racing and blank all at the same time.
Everything came to a screeching halt as the guard wrapped his hand around Jinki’s flaccid cock.
“No!” Onew cried, trying to sit up, trying to get away, trying to do something. “Oh god, please! Don’t, please.” He reached down with both hands to try and make the man let go, only to have them both crushed by the guards other hand.
“How many times do I have to fucking tell you,” he seethed, squeezing Jinki’s wrists harder. “Stop fucking talking!”
“I’m sorry,” Onew babbled, pain and embarrassment making him cry harder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please.” The man sighed and kissed him again as Onew’s hands went limp by his side.
“You have to stop talking,” he whispered when he pulled away, his hand on Onew’s cock, slowly starting to tease it to life. “You don’t want us interrupted, do you?” Onew shivered and tried to pretend this wasn’t happening. He wasn’t prepared for the odd twist the man did with his hand, and a small wanton whine slipped past the idol’s lips, filling the silent car as Jinki blushed in mortified embarrassment and confusion.
“There’s a good boy,” the man cooed, licking at the bite mark on Onew’s shoulder. “Just enjoy it. If you hadn’t fought me, none of that mean stuff would have happened.” He tightened his grip and Jinki arched, keening softly as unwanted pleasure burned through his body. Jinki froze up when he felt something touching the most private part of his body. He tried in vain to pull away as soft whines of panic and protest fell from his lips, body suddenly shaking uncontrollably.
“Calm down,” the man whispered, running his lips over the idol’s ear. “Now, I want you to be a good boy for me, okay? Will you do that for me? Will you listen and be a good, quiet boy for me?” Onew tried to calm down, he did, but his body wouldn’t stop shaking as, what he assumed was a finger, pressed against the secret entrance to his body. He couldn’t stop the quiet “no” that slipped past his lips. The man immediately pulled back and away, and Onew stumbled over his words in a rush to apologize; but nothing came out as the guard clamped a hand over the young idol’s mouth.
“You’re a stupid bitch, aren’t you,” he hissed, fingers digging into the idol’s cheeks. “You never learn.” With one hand still on Onew‘s mouth, the man reached his other hand down to once again press against the idol’s entrance. Jinki jerked away instantly, his hands gripping the man’s wrist tightly. He shook his head as best he could; pleading with his eyes.
“You don’t like my fingers, slut?” he sneered, pulling his hand away from the idol’s mouth. “Fine, use your own.” Jinki’s mouth fell open in shock, unsure of what to do. The guard lightly tapped him on the cheek, before clutching his shoulders and shaking him a little. “Listen, I don’t have to be doing this for you, okay?” he said, ducking his head down to make eye contact with the shell shocked idol. “I could really just push in; but that would hurt you. A lot. And I don’t want to do that. You need to just shut up and start listening to me, okay? So here,” he said, grabbing one of Onew’s hands and bringing it to the idol’s mouth. “Suck. It will help.” Then he guided the hand into Jinki’s mouth.
Onew felt himself start to cry again as he sucked on his own fingers. Everything tasted like blood, so when the guard pulled his hand back, he was surprised to see that his fingers weren’t crimson with the substance. “Okay, now go slow,” the guard said, guiding Jinki’s hand down between his legs, past his wilting cock, to press right against his entrance. “Nice and easy, okay?” Onew choked back a sob as he pushed a finger inside himself. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the side as his entire body went flush with embarrassment. The man guided his hand back out before thrusting it back inside, effectively fucking the young idol on his own finger.
“Now another,” he whispered as he stilled Onew’s hand. The younger man whined quietly as he forced another finger inside himself, hissing at the stretch. “Such a good slut,” the man cooed, running his hand through Onew’s hair. “My good little slut. Have you done this before?” he chuckled, undoing his pants slowly. “Hook your fingers,” he muttered, suddenly, licking his lips. Onew did as he was told, a startled cry escaping his lips as he brushed against something inside of him that made his whole body heat up. He was forced to drag his fingers out and thrust them back in, but he wasn’t complaining as they hit that spot once more.
“You have done this before,” the man concluded, smirking as he let go of the idol’s hand. “You know right where it is. Have you done it with your band members? Do you let them watch?” his voice dropped lower as he leaned close to whisper into the idol’s ear. “Did you let them fuck you?” Onew trembled, shaking his head from side to side. He’d never done this. He’d never done anything.
“Slut,” the man said, suddenly sounding angry. “They have, haven’t they? Who was it?” he demanded, gripping the younger man’s jaw tightly. “Who was it?!”
“No one,” Jinki babbled. “No one! I’ve never, oh god, please don’t, please.” The man slapped the idol again before leering at him. “What the fuck did I say?” he chuckled mirthlessly as he pulled himself out of his pants and lined himself up, “You stupid slut. You never learn, do you?” Onew tensed when he felt the man’s cock touch him. “God no, please,” the words spilled out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Don’t please, don’t please.”
“This is your fault,” the man said, gripping Onew’s hips harder than necessary to shift him into a better position. “This is what happens when you open that whore mouth of yours.”
Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared Onew for the pain he felt as the man pushed into him. It felt like he was being split in two by a fire itself. It never seemed to end; his entire body throbbed in pain; his mouth, his shoulder, his hips, everything. Jinki didn’t even know if he screamed. He knew his mouth was open, but he was deaf to the world as the man continued to push inside of him. Finally, the man stilled with a grunt, his hands on Onew’s hips in a death grip, adding to the bruises the young man had collected that night.
“You’re so fucking tight,” the guard muttered, running his lips over Onew’s cheeks, licking away tears that never seemed to stop falling. “I bet they’re in you every chance they get.” Onew made a choked noise as the man slowly pulled back, then thrust into him harshly. “So who is it?” he demanded, staying perfectly still as the young idol shook, mind all but completely gone in the haze of pain, confusion, and shock. “Is it that tall piece of shit? Or that short ass motherfucker?” Onew could only whine in response, mind unwittingly flashing to Minho and Jonghyun, and how much he wished they were here right now, helping him. Saving him.
The man thrust in harder, ripping a muted whine from Onew’s throat, before he stilled and cocked his head to the side. “Or is it both?” he smiled like he just figured it out. “You little cockslut, you. Letting both of them play with you. You must like it rough huh?” he laughed insanely, as he sped up his thrusts. Onew tried to let himself drift away from it, but it hurt too much; every time he felt the promise of blissful darkness, the man would shift and pain would explode behind his eyes and ground him in reality. The man started making grunting noises as his hips faltered; falling out of the rhythm Onew was used to. Pain like shards of glass cut through his body as the man’s thrusts became faster and faster, before he finally stilled, and the young idol’s stomach rolled as he felt a splash of warmth inside of his body that slowly started to sting. Slowly, slowly, the guard released his grip on the idol’s hips and pulled out and away, leaving Onew cold, wet, and in pain.
“It didn’t have to be this way, you know,” the man said as he helped Onew redress. “If you had only been quiet, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.” In the back of the traumatized young man’s mind, he registered the fact that he no longer was wearing underwear. He clutched at the man’s arm with shaking hands. The guard clicked his tongue and forced the idol to let go. “A keepsake,” the man said, throwing Onew’s underwear somewhere in the back of his car, and capturing Jinki‘s mouth in one last kiss. “To remember you by.” Then he brushed his hand gently over the still bleeding bite mark one last time.
The next thing Onew knew, he was throwing up in a sewage drain as the only car on the street drove away. He dragged himself up and forced his body to move; slowly, painfully, stumbling like he’s drunk, left, and then straight on to his dorm. To home. No one was out on the streets at that time, the desk guard barely looked up, and Onew was inside his bathroom before he knew it, throwing up again as he struggled out of his dirtynastydisgusting clothing. He pulled the loose molding out of place and shoved his clothes as far away and out of sight as possible, and covered the hole, before he turned the shower on scalding; he couldn’t feel it anyway. He was numb, and he collapsed in the tub, silent sobs shaking his body. And then the blackness took him.
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