querencia. [nomin/jaeno]

Hell Above

A large hand groped onto Jaemin's hips, pulling the boy towards him. The pink haired boy felt his eyes widen and dread float through his lungs, his body turning around quickly to face the man.

"You aren't allowed to touch me unless you pay for a private dance." Jaemin quickly said, attempting to push the man off of him.

The man holding onto him chuckled, looping his fingers under the small shorts Jaemin had been wearing, pulling the boy closer to him again.

Jaemin let out a yelp, pushing his hands onto the man's chest, shoving the man once again.

"Come on, pretty boy. I ain't gay but if I squint you pretty much look like a woman." The man said, trying to be sexy and whisper in the boys ear.

His hands fell towards Jaemin's ass, reaching to squeeze. Jaemin felt his nerves spike up more than they already had been, his breathing falling uneven as he tried to push the man off of him again. His vision fell blurry as tears rushed to his eyes, the man's grip tightening on him to keep the boy near him.

"Let me take you to a room, I don't have money, but you'll be a good girl, won't you?" The man whispered to Jaemin once again, leaning forward to swipe a tongue along the boys neck.

Jaemin let out a sob, his face flushing in embarrassment as no one helped him and he continued to be harassed. His heart was now leaping from his chest and he just wanted to go hide away in the apartment. He felt useless as he couldn't push the man off of him.

"Get your fucking hands off of him! Dancers are off touching limits you dirty fucking pig." A familiar voice was sounded, a smaller boy coming over to shove the man off of Jaemin.

The pink haired boy watched as Ten hadn't really moved the man, Ten being smaller than both him and Jaemin.

The man laughed, bringing Jaemin closer to him.
"I just wanted him for a couple minutes. It'll be fun, he's too pretty to be left alone."

The man was quickly pulled off of him, Jaemin shaking as he stood in the same place, watching as Johnny had now held onto the man and dragged him from the club to kick him out.

He had probably noticed as their had been a small crowd around them now, no one willing to help but rather just enjoying the 'show.'

Jaemin felt his mind grow blank, his hands shaking as he wrapped them around himself, his stomach wobbling as he held back the urge to throw up. He felt a hand slip around his arm, his body jerking in fright as he could barely see from the tears blinding his vision.

"Hey, hey, baby. It's just me, it's Ten Hyung, okay? I'm bringing you to the back room, okay? Can you nod for me, hun?" Ten spoke softly, pulling Jaemin towards him as he guided the boy to the staff only area.

The pink haired boy nodded his head, trying his best to clear the tears from his eyes as his body continued to shake in fear and disgust.

Jaemin is pretty sure his mind went blank the rest of his shift, everything around him going black as he tried not to fall deeper into the state he had hated. He remembers being sat in the back of the club, he remembers Ten's gentle hands, he remembers not leaving the back of the club until it was closed and he was guided once again by some gentle hands.

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Jaemin had seemed to calm down on their way back to the apartment, the other boys leaving him he as he had told them he felt gross; and they all knew what that meant.

The pink haired boy had a significant past of being touched by unworthy hands, his body feeling grimy with every step he took. Everyone in that apartment knew about him, so when Jaemin alerted them he felt gross, it was best nobody touched him in that time.