Open My Eyes | Hyunchan

eighteen

Chan looked around his apartment: he had just gotten back from work and his little weasel was nowhere to be found. Hyunjin had messaged him about three hours ago, confirming that he was home, but the tall one was no where to be seen.

He checked his boyfriend's apartment but there wasn't any sign of anything there. There wasn't any furniture, any items that showed someone had even lived there, and no sign of Hyunjin. 

He called him.

No answer.

No answer for the next ten times either, he was starting to panic. Hyunjin said he was home but he wasn't. Now the blonde wasn't answering his messages or calls. He was worried.

Deciding that Hyunjin might have just been lost or something, he called Felix.

"Hey, what's up-"

"Do you know where Hyunjin is?"

The line was silent for a minute, making him scared. Biting his nails, the sound of Changbin's voice in the back calmed down a bit of his nerves. 

"I do," 

"Binnie does." Felix confirmed.

"Good wh-"

"He says that he can't tell you, but not to worry. Nothing's happening to you little weasel, he's just out and about for something." The bottom started to giggle, making him slightly worried. 

"Can you tell me?"

The phone made a noise like someone had thrown it. "Felix will not be telling you, sorry Chan."

Hyunjin looked around. He was currently in a little mall just after midnight, looking for a thing. He was feeling bad for all sorts of reasons: Chan wanted to bottom, his mom didn't like his boyfriend and wanted grandchildren, Joon and that whole fucked up situation, moving in with Chan, getting pummeled every night, and just day to day things that bothered him.

He was so stressed, and he had failed his job interview because he wouldn't give his body up. His body wasn't available to use for anyone other than his boyfriend, the man he loved the most with all of his heart. Aside from Felix, who couldn't plationically love Felix as much as they did their love.

He groaned, the lingerie was too small on him but he wanted to look good on some nights. Chan hadn't even introduced him to the BDSM kinky stuff he had stored away, keeping it from him. He was tearing up in the jewelry section only ten minutes later: his body was slump and he couldn't think.

He had gotten a drink that some random lady handed him, and now he felt like throwing up. 

The air around him was growing stale in his mouth, like he wasn't breathing the correct scent. He tried to picture Chan, the smell of his boyfriend, but couldn't. The only thing he could sense was the smell of fruit before everything went black.

Chan was worried now.

It had been three hours since he had called Felix and he's yet to sleep, eat, take a shower, or do anything remotely healthy because all he could think of was Hyunjin.

Hyunjin dead on the ground somewhere.

Hyunjin smiling at some random person with a drunk expression, mistaking the person for himself.

Hyunjin in bed with another person by force.

Everything was going wrong in his head and he hated every second of it. All his thoughts were of Hyunjin and he couldn't move, he wanted his weasel, he didn't want anyone or anything else. Eventually Michela had stopped by to say something but he couldn't focus long enough about it before shutting her out and hearing her stomping away.

He was ruining his life, Hyunjin was ruining it more likely.

His friendships, his hopes of happiness, his desires. Hyunjin is the cause of him loosing Michela, the cause of him worrying, and the cause of him never bottoming again. 

"STOP!" He screamed, throwing the glass of water his boyfriend made at one point across the kitchen, shattering against the wall next to the window. He had tears in his eyes, he hated this. 

"What the fuck is happening, Hyunjin?"

Chan was just about to cry when the front door opened, revealing his boyfriend: drunk, messy hair, dried cum on his face, bruises around his shirtless body, and a lingerie skirt that showed most of his ass. 

He stood up, walked to him and slammed the door. Hyunjin didn't seem to notice, he was out of it. Leaning forward, he could smell the faint scent of a hot fruit.

"Baby?" Hyunjin called, slurring his B and reaching out. He caught the blonde in his arms and picked him up in the bridal style. 

"Weasel," he said, patting his boyfriend's head. Hyunjin jerked slightly at the touch. "What happened?"

Hyunjin started to cry, yet laugh like he was the stupid one. "I told you~ he always finds me after a while~" Hyunjin's eyes were closed. "Same thing but different time, daddy." 

His eyes opened wide. "What?"

"He fucked me and it sucked." Hyunjin smiled, weirdly. "Can you~ fuck me right? He did it wrong, you weren't there." The younger started to sob, leaning into his chest. "Why weren't you there?!"

"Hyunjin," he said, starting to walk to their bedroom. "Let's go to bed."

As soon as he laid the younger against his side of the bed, Hyunjin tugged him to hover above him. "I want you to fuck me though."

Their lips met, and it tasted wrong. Something was wrong.

"Baby?"

Hyunjin was passed out, giving him time to take in the appearance of his boyfriend as he stripped him. 

Hyunjin's hair reeked of semen, his face stained with it. Makeup was running down his face even as he slept, his torso littered with bite marks, his nipples cut, a slash above his stomach that didn't look very deep. His skirt wasn't something you could buy cheap, nor was it something you would wear on a daily basis. Under the skirt he could see Hyunjin's ass filled with a butt plug, probably hiding a sort of semen, and cuts running along his thighs. 

Something was very wrong with his boyfriend.

Especially with the smell of hot fruit.

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