BTS: I Think I Love You

Chapter 17

Both Jungkook and Suga have been trying to talk to me lately. It is all because of the incident that happened at their house after Tom beat me up in front of Jungkook. I guess they feel sorry for me, so they are trying to be friendly and inclusive. I have been invited to eat lunch with them five times in the past three days. I would never do it though. I can't. Not with all the other guys taking their turns with me during that time.

Tom hasn't touched me since the incident either. Not like that does me much good. This leaves me open to even more guys. Before, it was only Tom and a few others who switched out amongst themselves. Tom is a scary guy, able to intimidate others with a simple glare. He took up most of my time, and no one was stupid enough to fight him for it. With him temporarily absent, the rest of them have more opportunities with me than before. Some guys I have never seen in my life have had their way with me already.

I am making my way to my next class, my bag hanging limply over my right arm only. I would use both but the guy I was just with had a bondage kink. He tied my arm back a little too far and now it hurts really bad whenever I move it or put things on it. I walk with my head down, the dark strands of my hair getting in my line of sight. I watch my feet as I walk in silence, my pace slow and leisurely. I gasp loudly as I feel a pressure on my wrist, my arm being pulled in the opposite direction.

I whip my head around to see who has a hold of me and my mouth hangs open in shock. Namjoon is standing there with a scarily blank expression on his face, his posture stiff and ominous. He slams me against the wall, my head bouncing back to hit against it roughly. I bite my lip as to not shout out in pain, the action drawing blood. He glares at me threateningly as he takes both of my wrists and pins them above my head. I can feel bruises forming underneath where he is holding onto me, his fingers leaving imprints on my milky skin.

"I heard you give blowjobs during break. Is that true?"

My eyes widen as he leans closer to me, his nose almost touching mine. I nod my head, unable to lie to his face. It is true after all. But that doesn't mean that I want to. But that wasn't his question. He smirks at me, his eyes flickering from my mouth and then back to my eyes. My pulse gets quicker as he leans towards me, his mouth opening slightly. His mouth presses onto mine, our lips molding together. I don't kiss him back. I never do.

He lets go of my hands and I let them fall to my sides, not even attempting to fight him. I know what will happen if I try to. He continues to kiss me, his tongue coming out to ask for entrance from me. I simply open my mouth and let him do what he wants to me. I can sense he is getting frustrated from my lack of response to his kiss, his hands grabbing my sides harshly. I still don't do anything, letting him do as he pleases.

He groans in annoyance before trailing his hands up and down my body, his fingers playing with the hem of my skirt. He kisses my cheek and down my neck, sucking and biting on my soft skin. I don't do anything, or make any sound at all. I feel nothing when he kisses me there. Absolutely nothing. I don't feel a spark when he kisses me again, trying to get me to respond. All I feel is disgusted. Disgusted at myself for allowing him to do this to me. Disgusted at the fact that I can't fight back without getting even more hurt.

My eyes are wide open as his mouth attacks mine. I stay looking at the far wall, letting my mind wander. I am brought back to reality when I realize that he has stopped kissing me. He has stopped touching me as well. I focus my eyes once more to see him looking at me curiously. It's like he didn't even want me to give him a blowjob in the first place. It's like he was just trying to see what I would do. How I would respond. I watch as he raises his hand before putting it in a fist.

I automatically flinch, closing my eyes in preparation. What did I do? I did exactly what I do with all the others.

I am surprised when there is no pain. No sound of flesh hitting flesh. I open one eye slightly, following it with the other. Namjoon is looking at me sympathetically, his hand by his side once more. His eyes are narrowed as he gages my reaction, his face not revealing what he is thinking or feeling at the moment.

"I'm sorry."

My eyes widen as he walks away, his hands in his pockets.

What was that about?