Glasses || seo changbin x yang jeongin x reader

1 || morning sunshine

She held my wrists, pinning them against the wall, with my head in between them. She held my wrists so tight, I thought they might break. She started unbuttoning my shirt, I was squirming to get out of her hold but she just held on tighter. I started breathing harder and harder, tears forming in my eyes, but she didn't care. She started kissing me on my neck, leaving marks everywhere she went.

She went down to my chest and moved to my breasts. She was focusing so hard on the sloppy kisses she was leaving on my body that I felt her hands loosen on my wrists. The second I felt it, I jumped away from her, but she was quicker. She grabbed my wrist and we fell onto the floor, with her on top of me, crying now.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Don't you want me to make you feel good, hm?" She smirked and left a trail of kisses on my neck again, her hand leaving my wrist and going to unbutton my jeans. I started screaming and crying, trying to get her off me. Nothing worked.

Suddenly, it was getting hard to breathe, my vision was dizzy and I felt a knot in my stomach churning. I was struggling so hard to breathe and she didn't even care. She was still trying to get into my jeans, but was failing to do so. She pulled back and met eyes with me, I sobbed at the sudden eye contact, tears falling down, "Jia baby, does this feel goo-"

Knock Knock.

Startled, my eyes shot open, vision blurry because of the tears that were forming. I blinked a few times, slightly surprised I had dreamt about her again, and the tears fell. Minho, my older brother, who had opened the door, had a worried look on his face, rushing toward me. He pulled me into a hug and I immediately started sobbing into his shoulder. "Shhh...I'm right here, Jia. You're okay."

Minho and I have been extremely close our whole lives. Unlike the usual siblings, we actually get along, even now in our teenage years. I mean, yeah, we have our arguments, but ever since we were babies, though I don't remember anything, he always tells me how cute we were and how much we hung out, and still hang out. Like, we just click, we fit together. Especially since it's just us and our cats in this small house. Our parents are long gone, I don't even remember them. My brother does, even though we aren't that far apart in age. But, from the way Minho acts whenever I bring them up, I don't want to risk asking and making him uncomfortable.

My brother rarely cries. I see him start to tear up every time our parents are brought up. I hate seeing him cry. So I try not to talk about them. All I know is that they are irresponsible assholes who kicked us out to fend for ourselves. Minho makes it look easy, taking care of me and our cats, but I can tell it's hard on him. I tell him he should look after himself too, but he always says he's fine, I know he's lying.

I heard shuffles outside my room, which is where the kitchen and living room are. As I said, our house is small. It's just mine and Minho's own rooms, we share one bathroom, which is connected to both of our rooms, and our living room and kitchen are just one main room. We have a small bar island separating the two. Our kitchen is relatively small, it's just enough room to take something out of the fridge, turn about 45 degrees to the left, take a few steps forward, and start heating up food in the microwave or turn a little more to the left and make some ramen on the stove. Small.

Our living room, to the left of the island, is a nice size. On the right, is a full wall with ceiling-to-floor windows, and the rest of the walls are just filled with posters and pictures of us and our cats. Across from the windows, we have this big, grey couch. I insisted on buying a smaller couch but Minho argued that we need lots of room to be able to cuddle with our kitties. He made a strong point. Above the couch, is a big framed picture of Minho, me, and a few of our friends, Chris and Jeongin.

Ever since I can remember, Chris and Jeongin have been with us, they're like our family at this point. Chris is a bit older than me, about Minhos age. He comes around our house almost every day, to hang with my brother. They like to cook and sing together, but I think part of the reason he comes over is to see my neighbor, Jeongin. Yeah, Chris has a tiny crush on him.