Coffee & Tea || minsung

12

⚠️TW Rape⚠️

Jisung finished taking Minhos order. This time Chan wasn't with him. Even while he added everything up Minho couldn't take his eyes off Jisung. His cheek was a purple-blue color.

"Are you okay? Your cheek looks bruised." Minho pointed at it resisting the temptation to poke it. Jisung had the most poke-able cheeks to ever exist.

"Oh yeah I just fell." Jisung covered his cheek and finished Minhos order. "It'll be out in a bit." He quickly scotted away avoiding as much conversation as possible.

Minho would hate him if he saw everything else.

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Minho found a table to sit at and began to drink his Chamomile. His hands were unsteady. Shaking gently. Why the hell was he so tense?

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Minho practically flew out of his seat. Jisung came out of nowhere.

Jisungs mouth formed into a heart. He couldn't help but giggle at Minhos reaction.

"It's just me. Why are you so up-tight?" The younger sat across from him leaning his head into his hand. Purposely covering the bruise that stained his face.

"I don't know... just worried." Minho played it off. He was worried. Worried about Jisung. They were friends after all.

"About...?"

"Can I just be straight up with you?" Minho set down his drink looking Jisung in the eyes. He couldn't hold back his worry anymore he wanted Jisung to know he was there.

He was right here. Right in front of him wanting to reach out and give him a hug. He wanted to heal whatever was going on inside his cute little head.

"Yeah." Jisung nodded before being interrupted.

"Jisung! Get your ass back over and get to work!" Felix screamed from behind the counter receiving a slap on the shoulder from their manger.

"Language Felix!" He stated.

"Sorry! So sorry! We can continue this later!" Jisung pushed in his chair and awkwardly smiled.

"Wait, this is my address. If you need me."

"Ah, thank you."

Coffee shops were usually quiet and peaceful but when Jisung was around Minho couldn't help but feel like he was surrounded by fireworks. It was like the 4th of July in October.

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End of the shift and Minho had just left he stayed for 3 hours. Something really was up with him. Felix and Jisung closed the store with ease.

"I love you Ji, I don't trust Hoon please just call me if you need me." Lix held up his hand is the shape of a phone as he walked in the opposite direction as his best friend.

"I know Lix, I will. Love you too."

Jisung was exhausted. The last thing he wanted to do was have sex. Especially not with Hoon. He was far too aggressive and usually didn't ever care what Jisung wanted anyway.

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"The fuck took you so long?" Hoon was sat on the couch watching TV. He looked angry or at least frustrated.

"Sorry, just clean up took a bit." Jisung sat his stuff down and took off his jacket.

"You have 5 seconds to get naked." Hoon had shut the TV off and was walking closer to Jisung.

"But- Hoon."

"We have a deal Han Jisung. Now hurry up. Don't make me do it for you." Hoon took his own shirt off approaching Jisung and tugging at his sweater.

"I'm exhausted. I don't think I can."

Hoon ripped of Jisungs shirt without even asking. Second he pulled down Jisungs pants dragging him to the living room.

"Ass up on the couch bitch." Hoon demanded throwing Jisung on the couch with full force.

"Ah!" Jisung whined trying to hold back tears. He just wanted to leave. He didn't want to be here. Not now. Not with Hoon.

"Stop fucking crying." Hoon had striped himself completely naked. He was struggling to open the condom.

"Hoon I can't. I'm to tired!" Jisung fumbled off the couch running to his clothes. Tears flew from his eyes as he reached for them. Hoon grabbed Jisung back slapping him across the face. The bruise already on his face grew bigger.

"Do you understand who you are? Compared to me? You're nothing Han Jisung. Nothing. You're nothing but a weak malnourished bitch." With each word a bit of spit flew from his mouth. His face was red with anger.

Hoon wrapped his hand tightly around Jisungs wrist his grip only getting tighter. He drug Jisung to the couch throwing him on it again. This time he ridded him of his underwear.

Jisung was nothing but a bawling mess. Hoon was right he was nothing. He was malnourished and stupid. Nobody deserved to have to deal with Jisung. Maybe Hoon was right.

Hoon proper Jisung into his hands and knees. He hurriedly put the condom on himself and enter Jisung with barely any lube. He bottomed out on the first push causing Jisung to collapse.

"Hoon! Ah! Stop!" Jisung was on his elbows tears making it hard to see. His hips were being gripped by claws. They dug so deep he was loosing the feeling in his hips.

"Shut the fuck up." Hoon smacked Jisungs ass and began to move in and out way before Jisung was ready.

"It hurts! I can't! Please stop!" Jisungs screams were futile as Hoon began to groan softly. Was this sick motherfucker getting off to Jisungs pain? He was.

Jisung only fell lower which only made it worse as Hoon hit him at an even deeper angle. His vision began to blur. He was getting weaker and weaker. The tiredness hitting him harshly. His head began to hang low.

"Keep your head up. I know you love it." Hoon yanked Jisungs hair causing his neck to jolt up painfully.

"Ah! Nngh!" Jisungs screames got softer as he's exhaustion caught up to him.

"Wake the fuck up."

It was to late Jisung had completely shut down. His head became limp his body as well.

That night Hoon finished himself off in Jisung not giving a fuck if he was awake or not. When he was finished he left Jisung on the couch and went to bed like normal.

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The pain in Jisungs body was unbearable. Head to toe he was exhausted and aching.

"Fuck... fuck..." Jisung grabbed his head with both of his hands as tears spilled like waterfalls. He couldn't stay like this. Whatever Hoon did Jisung couldn't take anymore of it.

The fear in Jisungs eyes were extremely noticeable. As well as the bruise on his face that only got worse.

Without a single thought Jisung got dressed warmly of course. The franticness in each step Jisung took was evident. He made it out the door and knew where to go. Someone that could help him stop crying.

There he was stanidng in front of Lee Minhos apartment door. 143. Without thinking he knocked.

A/N
😞 justice for Jisung