Burning Sun

Chapter 2

Haechan felt like his oxygen was getting cut off. He felt like he was drowning. He felt someone on him. Felt hands all over him. Felt multiple people touching him. Felt something in his mouth. Felt something around his hands. His legs. Felt someone slapping him. Someone pulling his hair.

He groaned and opened his eyes. It was blurring. Shining lights, multiple people. He tried talking. Tried moving. Nothing was working. He didn't know where he was, he couldn't move or talk. He felt ice cold water being poured onto him. That woke him up. In front of him, he saw the managers for every unit.

"Ah, sunshine." He heard wayvs manager. "Now we can have fun." Haechan looked around and saw that he was in some type of hotel, saw the managers shirtless. He looked up at Han-gyeol, confused. Confused as to why he was there, tied up on a bed with something in his mouth, as to why all the managers were there, as to why they were shirtless. He felt small, scared.

Han-gyeol walked up to Haechan and stroked his cheek. "Don't worry sunshine, we'll take good care of you.  Won't we guys." The rest nodded. "You can take all of us, right?" Ha-joon, wayvs manager, asked. That's when Haechan realized what was happening. That's when the tears started rolling down his face. Whimpers leaving his mouth. The managers laughed.

"Don't look so surprised, you're the one who came onto us. Being all cute and touchy. Don't act like we never saw the flirty glances you gave us." Haechan shook his head, trying to deny it. He cried as someone pulled his pants down. "You're a whore. Don't be greedy, if everyone else in NCT can hit it, we deserve to too." Dae-hyun, NCT dreams manager, said. It was all happening so fast, so soon.  Too many hands touching him. Too many tears down his face. His hair getting pulled. His face brusing from all the slapping. All the names they called him. The sound of zippers being pulled down. Ha-joon took the cloth out of his mouth. "Please stop." Haechan was finally able to cry out. He hiccuped as Ha-joon cooed at him. "You look so pretty like this, Haechan-ah." He grabbed his phone out and took a picture making Haechan cry even more. "Please, stop. Don't do anything. I'll tell the members." All of then laughed. Dae-hyun then gripped his hair, pulling his head up- a phone in his hand. "But baby, if you do that we'll send this to all your members. They'll see how much of a slut you are. Letting us do this to you, letting us wreck you, touch you like this. Or we'll just do this to the other maknaes or both." Han-gyeol chuckled, pulling his pants down. "Pick your poison sweetheart." Before Donghyuck could answer, Ha-joon shoved his cock in his mouth. Haechan choked and gagged, Dae-hyun pushing his head forward on it, taking a video. While Han-gyeol shoved his dick in Haechan.

Haechan felt weak. He couldn't do anything but take it. After it was over he got kicked out the van. He never never ran so fast to the dorms. He opened the door to 127's dorm and fell down crying. He felt so dirty, so much in pain. He sobbed as he made his way to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw it all. The bruises. He got in the shower and stayed there, hoping it was a dream. He let the tears stream down his face.