WILTED | SEOKSOO FF

⚠️PART 05⚠️

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The clock struck midnight, it's chime
echoing through the dark apartment
Jisoo sat curled up on the couch, a
blanket draped over his shoulders.
He had long stopped waiting for
Seokmin to return at reasonable
hours, but the anxiety never left him.
Nights like these were unpredictable
--when Seokmin came home drunk,
the tension in the air was suffocating.

The jangle of keys outside the door
made Jisoo flinch. He tightened his
grip on the blanket, his body
instinctively preparing for the worst.
The door swung open, and Seokmin
staggered inside, the sharp scent of
alcohol filling the room.

"Jisoo," Seokmin slurred, his voice
louder than usual. "Why are you still
up?"

Jisoo stood quickly, forcing a neutral expression onto his face. "I was just about to go to bed," he said quietly, his tone measured.

Seokmin stumbled toward him, his
eyes glazed but locked onto Jisoo with an unsettling intensity. "No, no," he drawled, grabbing Jisoo's wrist. "Stay. I want to talk to you."

Jisoo froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to pull his hand away gently, but Seokmin's grip tightened.

"Let's sit," Seokmin said, dragging
Jisoo back to the couch. He fell heavily onto the cushions, pulling
Jisoo down beside him. The stench of alcohol on his breath made Jisoo's stomach churn.

"You're so good to me," Seokmin
murmured, his tone suddenly soft,
almost tender. He reached out to brush Jisoo's hair back from his face, but the gesture was clumsy and rough. "Always doing what I say, You're mine, Jisoo. You know that, right?"

Jisoo nodded mechanically, hoping to appease him. "Yes, Seokmin."

Seokmin's expression darkened, his
grip on Jisoo's wrist becoming painful. "Say it like you mean it" he demanded, his voice harsh now.

"I'm yours," Jisoo whispered, his voice trembling

A twisted smile spread across Seokmin's face. "That's right."

Before Jisoo could react, Seokmin
leaned in, pressing his lips to Jisoo's. The kiss was forceful, bruising, and Jisoo's instincts screamed at him to pull away, but he didn't dare. He knew better than to resist when Seokmin was like this.

But Seokmin wasn't stopping. His hands roamed over Jisoo's body, pulling at his clothes with desperation that made Jisoo's skin crawl.

"Seokmin, please," Jisoo said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Shh," Seokmin hushed him, his
movements growing more frantic

Jisoo's hands pushed against
Seokmin's chest, but it was futile. Seokmin was stronger, and in his
drunken state, more aggressive than
usual.

"Stop," Jisoo pleaded, his voice breaking

"How dare you to tell me to stop?" Seokmin's grip tightening as he forced Jisoo down onto the couch.

Jisoo shrunk back on the couch, pulling the blanket tighter around himself, bracing for the inevitable.

Seokmin lunged at Jisoo, knocking
him onto his back. He ignored Jisoo's
whimpers and the tears that start to
stream down his face. He roughly
tore at Jisoo's clothes, his hands shaking with alcohol and anger, not
gentleness or love. "Shut up,"'

Jisoo tried to push him away, pleading through his tears. "Seokmin, please... not like this. You're drunk. You're hurting me.." His voice cracked as Seokmin continued to tear at his clothes ignoring his protest. "Please stop."