Obsession

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Viagra.
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When Jeongin woke up, he was sure met with the surprise of feeling nauseous, the headache still there, and overly dizzy. His eyes fluttered between opening and closing, and he only managed to spot the silhouettes of the two men beside him, looking down at him as if he was a prey to feed upon. He felt pain in lower region, legs pressing against each other to decrease the tension of the pain, but to his disadvantage, he accidentally moaned when that exact movement caused pleasure to cruise through his body, taking him by light surprise. He was genuinely scared of why he felt so fuzzy, his body was drenched in sweat from head to toe, he felt hot and hid eyes barely managed to stay open.

"C-chan? S-seung-" he accidentally moaned out Seungmins name, squirming to the side in an attempt to feel better.

He started tearing up, his eyes welling to the point his tears fell from his eyes at a rapid pace. His breath increased as he started feeling warmer and warmer, feeling his skin flush to the point it was burning for him.

"M-make i-it stop!" He whispered out, the pain in his voice was noticeable enough for the two smirking men to listen to. They knew what they were doing, they knew what they did to him, they enjoyed watching him writh around in Chan's bed, completely out of breath, red flushed skin while being covered completely by sweat. It was an astonishing sight for the men, a sight that made their psychotic minds beyond excited.

"Are you sick again?" Chan asked, placing a cold palm on his head causing Jeongin to let out a sigh of relaxation at the difference between temperatures.

""M-make it- hmpf!".

It felt like pure torture. The firing sensation in his body made him less and less aware of the men being beside him. He couldn't think straight, his vision blurred his eyes overwhelmed with tears. It felt like he was on fire in hell.

The silence fell upon the room, heavy enough to lift a whole ass elephant. Jeongin was struggling to sort his own head out, the head that turned and spun, the grumbling stomach painting him even more, his throat drying out. He couldn't think straight one bit, what was he supposed to do, if something was wrong, the men couldn't just snap their finger and stop his misery. And maybe..just maybe, that was when he realized that they actually couldn't just snap their fingers and pretend everything was okay. Even if he was theirs, he still had his own thoughts, his own life to keep living. He was legitimately drowning in their insecurities, in their so called love, protection, warmth. Maybe, again..just maybe, it would be best if he stopped trusting them as much. He knew they had something to do with how horrible he felt..he knew they were the ones that caused him to ball up in a corner and cry for forgiveness, when in reality, he was the one who was supposed to forgive, he was the one who actually needed justice. He couldn't understand that why every time he would fall and hurt himself, coincidentally, they would always tell him cheesy, heartwarming things that makes him melt. The exact things he always imagined was perfect, prior to his kidnapping. They had everything planned out for the future. They weren't kidding when they said they knew him more than he knew himself.

Who was he even more?

A skeleton that begged for food, kisses, hugs and sex to make up for the pathetic excuse of being a bad boy. He didn't like being manipulated into such mindsets, it fucked him over, and it hurt him real good in the end. He was indeed the one doing 50% of that damage he has experienced, but he was never..and with that he meant never, the one that hurt them.

But he knew better than to show his realization. It would be the end of him. But he wasn't feeling well, he did need their support. And he felt humiliated for needing their help, the ones that did this, to make him feel better. He needed to be careful with the game he chose to play, even if his mind was fuzzy, even if there was 99% chance of forgetting everything he was thinking this current moment..he still hoped for the best of all scenarios. All this time, he has been standing on the border, not knowing what side would be best for him. But he couldn't stay here anymore, he couldn't just get away from them with the snap of his own fingers. He needed their trust, their own reliability, their weaknesses. He needed to know them as much as they knew him, even if he wanted it the rough or the easy way.