Once upon a dream

Ghost

He startled awake, eyes blowing wide connecting with the nightmare on top of him. Pushing the hands off of him he scurried back until he reached the end of the bed and he felt himself fall to the floor.

Ignoring the ache in his back from the impact, he crawled backwards until his back hit the wall and he brought himself to stand, even with the way his body was shaking. "No" Voice firm as he spoke out his objection. No longer was he going to be weak, let this man have his way with him. Before, he could hardly fight back, Kwan was bigger and stronger but this time Jungkook had something to fight for.

His savior, his hero, his dream was coming for him. This time he wasn't going to become weak, he was going to fight, Kwan was no longer going to take advantage of him.

No more.

"What's this?" Kwans voice deepened as he slid off the bed. "Getting bold are we?"

"Don't come any closer" Jungkook steeled himself as he raised his hand in front of him, where it came in contact with the elders chest who had stalked towards him like a predator.

His wrist was snatched and quickly held against the wall in a bruising grip while his body slammed back, shoulders ramming into the hard surface behind him. "I think you've forgotten your place here" he leaned in and Jungkook could feel his breath hit against his skin, the feeling was sickening. "I own you"

He swallowed the growing nausea and pushed back his fear. Lifting his chin to meet his eyes he spoke steadily, he couldn't falter now. "No. You don't"

Jungkook watched the changing emotions as they fought inside the elders eyes. His wrist pained and he pulled at the hand holding it, rough fingers gripped his jaw and squeezed, digging into his skin, diverting his attention. He cried out when lips clashed onto his.

No.

No.

No.

No more.

Jungkook clawed at the face of his torturer with his free hand, felt his nails breaking skin and for a moment he felt victorious when Kwan pulled away and he saw the work he had done. Three jagged scratches across his cheek but the surprise in the elders eyes soon turned deadly and Jungkook watched as his hand raised and could only wait until the back of Kwans hand struck his cheek. The connection whipped his head to the right and his body crumpled to the floor. His ears began to ring when the male in front squatted down to his level.

"When I say you're mine, YOU ARE MINE" teeth grinding together as he spoke. The elder wrapped his hand around his throat and pushed him back until his head bounced off the wall.

"N-no" he struggled to talk as the man squeezed, the pressure blocking his airway. "I'm not, I'm already his" only able to wheeze out the words with pure adrenaline.

Kwan stilled at the boys words.

His?

HIS?!

The hand holding him loosened and Jungkook pried it away from himself coughing. "I spent...I spent two years watching him, thinking he was an unattainable dream but he's real and he's coming for me." Every word felt like sandpaper as he spoke but he continued on, ignoring the roughness in his throat. "Last night he-.."

"Last night?" Kwan laughed. "Last night? Have you grown delusional already?" Burying his hand in the boys hair, Kwan pulled him up to his feet as he stood. "I'm not waiting anymore. Screw tradition, tonight you're mine"

His hold tightened, fisting the hair in his grasp. The boy beneath him winced, his eyes squeezed tight as a hiss left his mouth. He didn't like it, the way the boy looked pathetic and helpless, as if begging someone to save him.