Left Out Friend

22

"I want to vomit. Fucking old man," Ni-ki muttered, pressing his hand to his mouth, struggling to keep himself from gagging.

The movie had ended, but the argument in the living room persisted. Everyone was still debating which scene was the most brutal, each claiming they'd surely have nightmares that night.

"What time is it?" Jungwon asked, his mouth full of popcorn.

"12:45 PM," Heeseung replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I already had lunch, thanks for the junk food." He sat up, gathering the snack wrappers and tossing them in the trash.

As he cleaned, he glanced at Jay, who had been strangely quiet since the movie ended. Something was off. Heeseung felt a nagging suspicion.

"You okay, Jay?" Heeseung asked, his voice snapping Jay back to reality. Jay blinked in surprise before his expression shifted to confusion.

"Uh... yeah. The movie just... wasn't my thing," Jay said, rubbing his face as if trying to shake off the lingering unease.

Heeseung gave him a light tap on the shoulder and continued cleaning, but his mind lingered on Jay. There was something more to this.

Meanwhile, Jungwon looked around for Sunghoon. He noticed the older member had been missing since the movie ended, and it struck him as odd.

"Has anyone seen Sunghoon?" he asked.

"No. Why? Miss him already?" Ni-ki teased, only to receive a smack from Jungwon.

"Yeah, wanna miss this day... and forever?" Jungwon smirked, stepping closer to Ni-ki, but Heeseung intervened before things could escalate.

"Enough, idiots!" Heeseung said, shaking his head. "Sunghoon went to his room before the movie ended. Said he got a text from Wonyoung about something."

Ni-ki grinned wickedly, rubbing his hands together. "Yo, why don’t we know how lucky he is?" He giggled. "That idiot must be flirting with her right now."

As the members began to leave the living room after cleaning up, they were interrupted by a figure who entered with a smug expression on his face.

"Oh—Jake!" Heeseung called out as the newcomer made his way toward them.

Jay’s gaze snapped to Jake, as if he’d been waiting for him all along.

"Yo. Did you guys have fun? Because I sure did," Jake said, dropping onto the couch, draping his arms over the backrest.

Jungwon made a disgusted face as he stepped back from Jake. "Eww. And you came back just now? You must be stinky. Go take a shower first."

Jake rolled his eyes, clearly unfazed. "You're just jealous."

Heeseung raised an eyebrow. "How was it?" he asked, intrigued.

Jake crossed his arms, a sly smile creeping across his face. "Nah. You guys have no idea how to reach heaven. I can’t even put it into words. It was... perfect."

"Tsk," Jungwon muttered.

"When will I get to see him again? I can’t wait," Jake added, lost in the memory of the moments they shared minutes ago.

"Fucking pervert," Jungwon muttered under his breath. "You’re worse than that old man in the movie."

Jake raised an eyebrow. "What about him?"

Jungwon smirked, "Not gonna tell you. I’m not wasting my words on you." And with that, he walked away.

Jake was about to retort but was cut off when Jay spoke.

"So, how was he?" Jay asked, his tone suddenly serious, almost unnervingly so. "His state now? Is he okay?"

Jake froze, a shiver running down his spine. He nervously laughed it off. "Too many questions. The baby’s fine. Probably sleeping now."

Jay’s gaze remained intense, unwavering. "We never know how much he liked it," Jake added, before quickly leaving with a smirk, trying to hide his unease.

***

Meanwhile, Sunoo lay silently on the bed, his body a mess, bruised and battered. His eyes were swollen from crying, his lips red and bleeding from the relentless assault. The pain was both physical and emotional, a crushing weight pressing down on him from every direction. He didn’t know what hurt more—the memories of what had happened or the crushing realization that his so-called friends had become monsters... Rapist.

His body felt weak, trembling beneath the blanket he barely had the strength to pull over himself. The fear and hopelessness clawed at him, threatening to swallow him whole. His breathing was shallow, uneven, as if his heart couldn’t decide whether it was racing or slowing to a stop.

Why? Why was everything so unfair? Was this really what he deserved?

The sound of a door clicking open broke his spiral, and Sunoo’s heart skipped in fear. His body tensed, instinctively pulling the blanket tighter around himself, but it was too late. His tears began to flow again, the floodgates opening as his trembling hands tried to cover what little he could.

The door creaked open, and Sunghoon stepped inside, a wide, unsettling smile plastered on his face. Sunoo froze, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Hi, good to see you again, my Sun," Sunghoon’s voice was sickeningly sweet as he moved toward the bed.

"What do you want from me?!" Sunoo shouted, his voice cracking with desperation, his body trembling with a mix of fear and fury. He grabbed the blanket, holding it tightly as if it could shield him from what was coming.

The cold smile on Sunghoon's face didn’t waver. "I just missed you, my Sun," he cooed. "I came here to be with you... that bastard must have given you a hard time."

Sunoo’s pulse quickened. "Don’t tell me you enjoyed his dick more than that little idiot. Let’s see who the real... master is, hmm?"

"Stop! Stay away from me! Stay away!" Sunoo screamed, his voice breaking as he threw the nearest pillows at Sunghoon.

But the older boy just laughed, unaffected. He liked it when Sunoo resisted—it only made him want to take control even more. With a swift motion, he pulled the blanket off, exposing Sunoo’s battered body beneath. Sunoo struggled, weakly pushing against him, but it was no use. Sunghoon’s grip tightened, holding him down with ease, a smug grin on his face.

"Now, time for lunch," Sunghoon whispered, leaning in closer, his voice dripping with malicious intent.

To be continued...
Again, if you're re-reading this, you might be confused by the sudden change. Yes, after thinking about it, I felt disgusted with myself instead. I know this story contains toxic elements and so on, but I decided to cut out those parts where it became too... well, you know what I mean. I don't want to write those parts.