Hello, Neighbor

Chapter Twenty-Five.

Flashes of light.

Loud shutters.

For the past five minutes, Chris has been taking pictures of Jeongin as he lays in the trunk. His wrists and ankles are now bound together, a piece of tape covering his lips.

Chris's hand traces his cheek, sneering down at him. "Look at you," He turns his phone toward him, scrolling through the various pictures. He stops on one, looking at it fondly. The younger's eyes are wet and scared, his arms raised above his head by the man's hands and knees tucked against his chest. "This one is my favorites."

Jeongin attempts to shuffle backward once he grabs a fist full of his hair, lifting him. He feels violated and humiliated, squirming around.

"Stop moving," Chris grabs onto his throat, rubbing his thumb against his adam's apple, snapping a picture. The more he moves, the more he squeezes the sides of his throat, watching Jeongin's eyelids quiver.

He doesn't physically choke, though his brain feels hazy.

The blond slips his finger underneath the edge of the tape, slowly peeling it off of his skin. Jeongin squeezes his eyes shut in discomfort, whimpering, his toes curling.

When the tape lugs off, Chris wipes his thumb over his red lips, leaning closer. "Aw, did it hurt?" He questions, kissing his jaw, nuzzling his nose into his cheekbone. "It's okay... I just wanted a few pictures of you."

Jeongin opens his mouth to speak, only for the blond to kiss him, their lips slotting together. The man's fingers curl into his hair, tilting his head, trying to initiate something as Jeongin remains still.

His hair is grown out, the sides covering his ears, bangs covering his eyes. He looks nicer with shorter hair; well, that's what Chris deems. Still, he looks beautiful, just drained.

Jeongin breaks away with a slight tug back, leaning his head against the side of the trunk, panting. Chris snaps another picture of him in this disoriented state, nearly mocking him.

"Turn around.." He mumbles, gripping at his waist, helping him onto his elbows. He is hidden underneath the hood of the car; his lower half is the only thing exposed.

Chris slips his fingers underneath his sweatshirt, lifting it, tracing his pointer finger over the ridges of his spine.

The younger shivers, breathing out a soft stop once he reaches his pants. He already feels astonishingly humiliated. He doesn't want to endure any more.

"It's okay," He responds, taking a picture of him, placing his hand flat on his lower back. He tugs his shirt back down to cover him, leaning down and pressing kisses over his shoulder blades. "You're so tense right now..." He grips at his waist, rubbing circles into his tight muscles. "Just relax."

Jeongin's head droops further down, nodding slowly. He shivers each time the older presses a little firmer, grunting. "How can I-" His voice fades into nothing once Chris presses onto a bundle of tissues, closing his eyes, clenching his fists.

Chris kisses his neck, hovering over his frail frame, humming. He nips at his earlobe, whispering, "C'mon," He chuckles breathlessly, "Stop acting so tough; I know you. You're so vulnerable right now, and you hate it." Jeongin shivers, shaking his head. "You've always been weak, and it's okay. It's alright to give up."

"I'm not going to," Jeongin hisses out, mewling once the man sucks on the side of his throat, marking his skin. His teeth dig into his flesh, drawing blood instantaneously, little gasps blowing past his chapped lips.

"Calm down..." The older man says into his ear, rolling his hips forward onto Jeongin's backside, revealing his hard-on to him. He has been like this since he started taking the implied indecent pictures of Jeongin. "I'll get you something to eat and drink if you just," He licks over his lips, grunting, "Comply."