Jisungie~Hyunho x Jisung✔️

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He suddenly stood up and left the room, entering Jongho's.

"Ah, there you are." The blond haired boy said grabbing Jisung's wrists and roughly tying them together.

Jisung kept quiet.

Jongho set him down on a chair before grabbing a paddle.

"You better not tell anyone about this." He mumbled and looked down at Jisung with dark eyes.

"I won't... Hyung." Jisung hesitantly said.

"Good. Now why don't we start?" Jongho smiled before hitting Jisung with the paddle.

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Now an hour had passed.

Jongho had finished beating him and let him go.

Jisung limped to his room.

He immediately jumped on his bed.

Just then his phone ringed.

"Hello?" Jisung mumbled picking it up.

"Hey Jisung, I was wondering-"

"Minho hyung?" Jisung mumbled.

"Yes, it's me. Why?" Minho said. Jisung sighed.

"We can't be friends anymore." He said.

"What? Why!" Minho asked. Jisung just hung up the phone before grabbing his face.

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The next morning Jisung ignored Hyunjin and Minho.

It hurt. It hurted so much that it made him feel worthless, feel like the worst person on earth.

But if he talked to them, they would die.

Problaby him too.

Then he was suddenly yanked into a classroom.

"Han Jisung." Jongho growled.

"Yes, hyung?" Jisung mumbled.

"I fucking hate you." Jongho said kicking Jisung in the back of knees, making him fall down.

"B-but I didn't d-do anything-"

"Shut up!" Jongho yelled.

Jisung just looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Stop that. Smile you bitch." Jongho scoffed and slapped the boy's face. Jisung tried to get away but was roughly kicked to the ground.

"I've had it with you." Jongho growled.

But suddenly Jisung heard a hiss.

A pair of strong arms lifted him up.

"H-hyunjin." Jisung stuttered out in surprise.

"Hey Jisungie." Hyunjin whispered stroking the boy's cheek.

Jisung stiffened before getting out of his grip.

He let Jongho drag him all the way to the house.

Jisung was thrown in his room with the door locked.

It was weird.

He felt sad. He didn't want anything to happen to Hyunjin or Minho.

But what could he possibly do?

After a while of staring out of the window, his father and Sophie entered the room.

"Jisung, we've got a surprise for you." Mr. Han said. Sophie had a forced smile on her face.

"Hey, Jisung. You're getting sold." Jongho scoffed.

Jisung's eyes widened at this.

"You're a disgrace. We don't need you anymore." Mr. Han said.

Guards stormed into the room and grabbed Jisung.

"No- No!" The boy protested squirming away.

He was grabbed with force, a sirengue put in him.

Jisung slowly lost consciousness.

They carried him away.

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Jisung woke up in a dimly lit room. He was in a dress.

He wasn't tied up at all, but he did have bandages all over his body.

Jisung started to yell.

"Hello! Hello!" He screamed banging on the door.

It was so silent it was creeping him out.

Suddenly the door was opened and two masked men walked in.

Jisung panted as he looked up at them with wide eyes.

"The dress suits you." One of them said, a really deep voice.

The other nodded.

"Where am I?" Jisung mumbled.

"That doesn't matter."

"Am I... Am I getting married? Am I a sex doll? What..." Jisung stuttered out.

"You're not getting married or used for sex, Jisung. My name is Seungmin, and this is Felix. Two of our members wanted to buy you." The so called Seungmin explained.

"But I... What..." Jisung panted out rubbing his forehead.

"Are you okay?" Felix asked. Jisung stepped away from the men and sat down on his bed, crawling into a ball.

"I don't think he's okay."

"Of course he's not!"