trapped // hwang hyunjin ✔️

chapter twenty-seven 🔞

hate that i love you

major TW for this chapter, read with care.

choi luna

"baby, don't cry. just let me take you, it'll be okay."

"hyunjin, please..." i sob.

"shhh..." he trails kisses down my jaw, sucking just below my ear. going down my neck, leaving various marks. kissing and licking my collarbone. he slides his hands under jeongin's shirt, pulling it off. he grabs my bra, ripping it down the middle and throwing it to the side. i gasp, he had done this before, but my emotions were all over the place. i wanted him to stop, but i couldn't say it. his lips making contact with my nipple as his hand massaged my other one, pinching and squeezing it with just the right about of pressure. my moans came out as strangled sobs. it felt good, but hurt so bad.

he leaves a trail of hickeys down my stomach, my skin was tainted by his lips. he then pulls off jeongin's sweat pants, taking parts of my thighs into his mouth, also leaving hickeys there. i kept crying, with each mark he left, i felt like i cried harder. he then rips my panties down the middle, also discarding them somewhere in the room. i was fully naked now, his lips seeming to attach to every inch of my body. i shivered, the crying not stopping, yet my body craved him. i arched into every touch, moaned every time it felt good, and i hated it.

he takes off his own shirt, followed by his pants and his boxers. he laid himself over me, looking into my red, puffy eyes. he kisses me again, pushing himself into me. i moaned at the stretch, more and more tears falling.

"mine." he growls once he's bottomed out, breaking the kiss and looking into my teary eyes. he kissed each tear as it fell, all while thrusting himself into me. "mine." he repeated, his thrusts were slow, and had i not been fully aware of his toxicity, i would have thought he was making love to me. taking his time, feeling every inch of his cock as he thrusted in and out of me. sweet butterfly kisses, kissing away any tear that dares to fall. and the falsely loving way he called me his. "mine..." he repeats again, coming out as a groan.

"p-please stop saying that..." i cry. i know he didn't mean it, he never did. but each time he said it i felt warm inside. everything he did hurt, but felt so good. i couldn't handle it anymore. "please..." i started to cry harder. he stops thrusting for a moment to kiss me. his lips muffling my cries.

"be quiet baby..." he says against my lips. "you're all mine now. it's gonna be okay." his previous sweet tone taken over by a possessive one. he resumes his thrusting, earning a gasp from me. i watch his face through my tears as his face contorts with pleasure, i hated that he was enjoying this. how could he enjoy this when i was falling apart beneath him?

"i h-hate you..." i choke out. he doesn't look down at me, his eyes still shut, pleasure taking over his features.

"you love me." he responds, his voice low as he bites his lip.

"i hate you s-so much!" i retort. he was right, he knew he was right, and i hated every bit of it. he finally looks down at me, sweat covering his forehead making him look even more attractive than he already is.

"do you want me to stop?" he asks, pausing his thrusts again. one of his hands wiping my tears. he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, waiting for my response.

yes.

yes.

yes.

"no." i say.

he smirks.

"you love me." he kisses my lips gently.

"i love you..." i respond. he resumes his thrusts, a little bit rougher than they were before. i close my eyes, trying to forget everything. forget how he treated me, forget how he still is treating me. i just wanted to focus on how i felt right now.

i felt broken.

no, i felt euphoric.

i feel a familiar knot building up in my stomach, letting me know i was close. and with hyunjin keeping up his pace, occasionally wiping my tears and whispering sweet nothings to me. i eventually came, moaning, arching, and crying underneath him as i came undone.

"good job, baby..." he coos, wiping more tears as he helps me ride out my high. his own thrusts becoming sloppier. soon enough, he came inside of me, his warm cum filling me up, as he thrusted out his high. he drops his head to the crook of my neck, the smell of his sweat mixed with his shampoo made me feel dizzy. everything about him was so enticing, everything drew me in, even the things that should push me away. he slowly pulls out of me and i can feel his cum begin to drip out. "you look so pretty like this... my cum dripping out of you..." he sits back and admires me. i couldn't only continue crying, ignoring the immense pain coming from my head as i had been crying for a while.

"hyunjin i-"

"shhh. go get yourself cleaned up for me, yeah?" he says sweetly, eyes still glued to my dripping core. i nod, wanting to get away from him. even if it felt like he was kicking me out, that he could care less about my tears. i wanted away from him. i hated how i gave into him. i gave him exactly what he wanted. i didn't recognize myself, hell i didn't recognize hyunjin. on my way to my bathroom, everything was a blur. my head hurt, my chest hurt, i couldn't stop crying.

i stumbled into my bathroom, turning on the shower, keeping the water hot. i lazily climbed into the tub, sitting on the ground, hugging my legs as the hot water poured over my body. i didn't think i could cry so much, but more and more tears kept coming until i was crying hysterically. choking on my own sobs, holding my head tightly as it pounded from crying so much. but i couldn't stop. nothing made sense anymore, everything had gone wrong. even worse, i still loved him. i still wanted him. i still craved his touch, his attention.

i was trapped by him.