All Too Well

6

Explicit Content: Rape

If you're not comfortable reading this, you can just skip this and proceed to the next chapter. Peace ✌️

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Can was lost for words. He did not expect Tin to be this wasted. Heck, he even thought Tin was doing well, so why was Tin acting so strangely?

"Tin, did your brother do something bad again?"

Tin simply stared at him, as if mocking him, before letting out a soft chuckle.

"You even have the guts to ask me that."  Tin's voice had a mocking tone to it.

Unsure of what was going on, he furrowed his brows.

Why was Tin mad at him? He should be the one to be mad because Tin called him in the middle of the night asking him to come just to see this mess. He should be mad, but the truth was, he was not. 

"Tin..." Can began speaking, uncertain of what to say. Should he ask Tin why he blocked him? Or should he just stay silent and wait for Tin's explanation?

He chose to do the latter.

They stayed silent for what felt like an eternity. It was slow torture for Can, but he stayed there silently. 

Tin then made a sharp movement, startling Can.

"Do you like that senior?" Tin asked, his voice low. Can wasn't sure if he had heard it correctly, but he replied regardless.

"Yes." Can was making a conscious effort not to say something else about himself because this was not a one-sided conversation. Tin needed him to listen, so he should be the one doing it.

Tin most likely had some problems. Tin needed him, Can reasoned.

Yet there was something in Tin's eyes as he looked at them. Anger. Why was Tin angry? Did he say something wrong? But all he said was just a plain yes. 

Tin then jumped to his feet and dragged Can with him, throwing him onto the bed, crawling on top of him, and kissing him forcefully.

"What are you doing, Tin?" Can began to become agitated. He tried to free himself from Tin.

Tin, on the other hand, ignored him and proceeded to kiss him, his hands roaming around his body.

They hadn't even made it this far. They had just kissed, but not in this manner. Their kisses were sweet, gentle, and calming.

Tin kissed Can in a very different way this time. It was full of force and carelessness.

Can began to tremble, still attempting to push Tin away from him, but the other boy was too strong.  

Can was an athlete, why the heck was Tin stronger than him? 

Tin ripped his shirt and started trailing hard kisses on his body. 

"Tin! Stop! What are you doing? Get off me!" Can screamed, but no one seemed to hear him. Tin's apartment was, after all, soundproof.

Can managed to land a punch on Tin's face, but Tin was simply the more powerful opponent. Tin kissed Can again while pinning his hands above his head.

"Tin, stop. Please." Can was already crying. He felt like he was getting weaker.

Why was Tin doing this? Couldn't they just talk properly? 

He didn't even realize that Tin already took his pants off him along with his underwear. He was now naked and so was Tin. 

"Let me go, Tin. I want to go home." Every word got weaker and weaker that Can wasn't sure if Tin heard him or if Tin even listened to his pleadings at all. 

Can tried again and again to break free from Tin's grasp, but he was unsuccessful. He attempted to kick Tin, but the other boy was unmoved. Tin went back to his lips and kissed him hard. He was disgusted, so he bit Tin's lips hard. 

"Ouch!" Tin exclaimed. His lips bled. Can saw anger in Tin's eyes before he felt pain in his stomach. Tin punched him. His breath became ragged as he grew weaker. Everything seemed to be hazy.

Can had lost track of what Tin was doing to his body. All he knew was that he felt a sudden pang of pain, when Tin entered him.

He screamed even louder, pleading for Tin to stop.

It hurts.

But Tin did not listen to him. He continued thrusting inside, releasing sounds that felt too dirty for him. 

Why did Tin end up doing this? 

Tin respected him, why was he doing this? 

Can couldn't answer any of his questions because he didn't know the answers. He was numb and tired. Too tired to fight. 

He just let Tin do things to his body until Tin became too tired and fell asleep. He was still trembling when he felt Tin's heavy breath on his neck, indicating that the other boy had already fallen asleep. 

His lower body was in excruciating pain, feeling as though he was about to pass out.  But this was his only chance to escape. He must escape. He wanted to go home.

Gathering his clothes scattered on the floor, he saw that his shirt was ripped, so he wore Tin's shirt instead. 

He couldn't believe what just happened. He desperately wanted to believe that this was all a terrible nightmare.

Tin.

He doesn't know who Tin was. 

He doesn't know who that monster was.

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Endnotes: I'm sorry guys, huhu. I feel like this doesn't seem right, but I don't know. I was even shaking while writing this part. It's disturbing, but this is part of the plot, so I can't really do something about it. Please bear with me.