Feel like dying | Seungmin

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The guy grabbed Seungmins head, and softly kissed his nose. He then let his lip travel to Seungmins neck. This time it wasn't a soft kiss. "S-stop, n-now," Seungmin tried to say. The guy looked up at his face.

He looked like a devil. The face of anything that was evil. As soon as they looked each other in the eyes, Chungho went to the same spot on his neck. For a second there Seungmin thought he would listen to his words. He didn't.

Tears, that had started to form in his eyes because of throwing up, where now on his cheeks. Why couldn't this guy let him alone?

Chungho looked up play fully and then wiped the other's tears. "We are meant to be with each other, Minnie, but if you want me to stop then I will."

Seungmins eyes widened, but then he closed them. It couldn't be that he, who had been doing this to him for over two years, would stop for no reason, right now. He looked at Chungho.

"I mean your friends look much more handsome and seem stronger than you. You just cry, don't even want to have fun. How is he called, the one with the long blonde hair? He definitely would be much better to play with."

"You or him, well I know the answer, you definitely are gonna choose him, you're too selfish to not choose him." He unlocked the door of the toilet room.

Seungmin grabs the other's sleeve, "No, no one deserves that." "Well okay then, your decision of course, but only if you promise to make it a bit more fun and do what I say," the voice of the other echoed in his head.

Chungho looked at the other and then walked away. Seungmin took a paper towel to clean off his face. He didn't want to look in the mirror. The ugly person in there would tell him everything he didn't want to hear.

Slowly Seungmin walked to the class he had to attend, seeing Chungho tapping on the chair next to him, he immediately walked over to him. No, not anyone of his friends, no one else deserves this.

The other had already laid his hand on his leg, he squeezed his leg and whispered something about how his leg was super fat. Then he began to move his hand. It almost began to feel normal how he would move his hand on the upper part of his legs, but this time he actually went further, going to his inner thigh.

Seungmin did not move his body. The hand going further upwards. The little evil smile that was given by the other, didn't make things better. Chungho rested his hand for a bit and then went up again. This time he reached his jeans.

Seungmin wished he could stop him or could do anything. Here in the classroom this guy was opening his jeans. The tears in his eyes wanted to escape, but no one could know about this. He had to control the tears and his breath.

Everything that happened was happening so slowly, and finally when the cold hand wasn't felt anymore he fixed his jeans. He dried his eyes. Now, he had to do one thing. Forget about it.