Abducted; Namjin

Chapter Fourty Nine

Jung Hoseok

    As soon as the door shuts firmly, I feel like I can breathe again. My body won't stop shaking and the pain...well.
    My mind literally can't comprehend what just happened. My body gave in so easily—I couldn't stop it even though I didn't want it to happen. Muscle memory as it were.
     His kiss was so familiar and warm that at first I couldn't remember why it was wrong. I couldn't deny I maybe a small part wanted him to kiss me.
    But then I remembered. He isn't mine and I'm not his any longer. He's taken and I just couldn't do that to my best friend.
    But then he wouldn't stop. If it had stopped at a kiss then we could have worked it out but this...I feel sick. My stomach hurts along with my ass.
    I force myself to get up off the bed and drag myself into the bathroom. I'm shocked at what I see in the mirror. I'm covered in bruises.
     I strip down naked and stare at the horrifying image. Hand and fingerprint shaped bruises line my wrists, arms, and neck. My thighs are welted and bruised as well.
     Swallowing hard, I ignore the little bit of blood trickling down my leg. It hurts. Physically but more emotionally. I'm a wreck. In all my life—lives—I've never had any reason to fear Namjoon. I loved him with everything I had, sacrificed everything for him, only to realize maybe I don't know him like I thought I did.  
     He never forced me before. He waited so long until I was ready before. He has Jin now. He was just with him! I could smell Jin's scent on him as he did what he did.
     How did he lose it like this? This isn't him. Absentmindedly, I run the shower and climb in, sliding down to the floor and letting the hot water scald my skin. I can't feel it much. I'm numb.
    How can I ever look at Jin again? I won't be able to stop thinking about this. He deserves better. I worked so hard to keep myself in check so they can be happy together but now...what am I supposed to do?!
     Biting down on my lip, I wince and realize my lips are already bloody and bruised as well. I didn't think I was this easy to break.
     I laugh humorlessly.
     I wish I never came here. I should have remained on Earth. It's where I belong now. I should have walked away when I was offered the chance.
     It's all ruined now.
    Tears mingle with the water streaming down my face as I reluctantly pull myself together and scrub every inch of flesh—desperately trying to get Namjoon's scent off me.
    Raising my arms, I sniff it, confused. The smell is...off. Not my normal scent or his. What is this?
     I climb out of the shower, nearly tripping, and hastily throw on some sweats. I need to talk to someone...a medical profession.
    The scent rings in my nostrils and psyche, unwanted memories and experiences plaguing me. Please be wrong. Please be wrong. Please be crazy! No!
     I stumble into the door to Jooheon's private room and knock before I can change my mind and flee.
     He opens it with surprise. "You've already spoken to them and worked out everything?"
     It takes me a minute to realize what he's talking about. Oh. "No. I need to see your medic."
     His smirk fades and he studies me more closely making me uncomfortable. Pulling me into his room, he guides me to sit on the bed while he calls in his medic.
      When he arrives, I suddenly feel embarrassed and ashamed but I'm not really sure what of or why. Because I was raped? No. I shouldn't be ashamed of that and honestly I'm not telling them that anyway. Is it because I'm probably overreacting and acting stupid? Maybe.
     "Can you tell me what the problem is? Are you injured or in any pain?" The medic asks, bending down to my level.
    I glance anxiously at Jooheon who just stands leaning against the door, arms crossed and waiting. I sigh.
     "I think there's something wrong with my...hum, scent." I cough a bit, blushing.
     They both frown. "Your scent?" The medic asks.
     I nod. "I smell weird."
     He takes my arm and places it to his nose, breathing deeply. He frowns at it before looking at me. "Have you already undergone the serum changes of biology to conceive?"
     My eyes widen and I shake my head fiercely.
    Jooheon stalks forward and grabs me, dropping his face on my shoulder and also breathing in my scent. I can hear him curse under his breath. "What happened?!"
     "I d-don't know."
     They both look at me with doubt.
     "I really don't know. I haven't been injected with anything and there's nothing physically that happened to change anything. It doesn't make sense."
     The medic looks at me skeptically. "You realize what you are smelling, correct?"
    I avoid his gaze and nod. "I don't know why. I'm human." Right?
    He licks his lips and shakes his head. "Human or not, your soul isn't. Have you had continuous deep contact with your soul bond?"
     "Why?" Suspicious.
     "It could possibly force your body to alter your biology to once more become compatible. Soul bonded mates are extremely strong and honestly still not one hundred percent understood. I suppose anything is possible." He shrugs. "You only spoke with your soul bond?"
     I don't want to talk about this. I glance at Jooheon again who looks more and more anxious and pissed when I don't answer.
    He excuses the medic and shuts the door, closing us in together alone. "Tell me the truth." He demands, making me flinch.
     I press my lips into a hard line, refusing to answer.
     He places his hands on my shoulders and shakes me gently. "Hoseok. I'm not going to judge you or curse you. Just tell me one thing—was it consensual? I won't bring it up again. I just need to know if it's something you wanted. I know how close with your friend you are. Don't lie to me."
     My eyes water and I can't find my voice. "I..." It's hoarse and cracking.
     His grip tightens on me. "It wasn't right? You didn't want it." He growls. "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kick his ass out of my ship and straight into fucking orbit!"
     I lung forward and wrap my arms around him when he strides towards the door. "No! Don't do anything!"
     "How can you say that?!"
     I look up at him through my tears. "It was my fault, too. I d-didn't, I didn't stop him."
      He scoffs, pulling me up off the floor. "Could you have? Honestly? He used your bond and took advantage—not only hurting you but also his supposed human mate? How is that okay?"
    "I won't be seeing them again soon anyway." I remind him softly. "I want you to give them a ship along with Taehyung and Jimin. I will...I already said I would stay with you. Please." I stress.
     This is my fault. If I weren't here...this wouldn't of happened. When they are away from me...they can move on and be happy.
     He huffs, still angry. "You're too selfless."
    "I just want to forget about it."
     He caresses my face, eyes observing every inch of me. "My brother is an ass. I would never treat you this way."
     I don't know what to say.
     "You look exhausted. Go lay down." He nods towards the bed. "Stay here in my room. I will do as you ask and offer Namjoon a ship but only because it's what you want. I really want to shoot him—brother or not."
     I sag in relief and find myself climbing into bed. I rest my hands on my flat stomach and ponder. "Do you think it's really possible this has changed my biology?"
     "Nature is miraculous and can do wondrous things. If he came inside you which I'm assuming he did, the body has reunited and reconnected your soul bond...." He shakes his head. "It's no joke. I think it's the only explanation."
     I want to cry. "D-do you think I could get pregnant?"
     He hesitates. "It's also possible."
     I don't want it. I don't want to go through that again. I died last time I went through this. I can't do it again. No.
    I turn my head to look at him. Really look at him. He looks angry and worried. He's kind of cute. Maybe. "If I'm pregnant...will you do me a favor?"
     He frowns. "What?"
    "Would you kill me?"