My lover(sequel to My Host; namjin)

Seokjin

       I can't go back out there. Not with my legs shaking and face flushed. Leaning against the sink, I feel like my legs will collapse under me and my ass hurts. A lot. God, I'm so stupid.
       Sliding down to the floor, I cover my face with my hands and let Namjoon's lasting smirk replay in my mind. Shit. I can't keep doing this to myself...to him...to us. The door slams open and I look up to see Jimin running to my side. Sniffling, I let him pull me into his arms and let myself calm down.
      "That asshole! I'm going to kill him!" Jimin huffs as he comforts me. I stare down at his soft hands holding mine and can't stop feeling so vulnerable. It's my fault. I know how he is, the way he thinks. I let myself be taken in by him then blame him when it's all over.
      I just can't admit it. Even in my head, I feel stupid. I love him so much. My heart keeps breaking even after I thought I cleaned all the shards out from his lasting blow. Nope. Still some straggling fractures left that won't leave well enough alone. I keep giving in to him, to my desire and I'm to blame. Not him. He doesn't force me-well he does but it's only because he knows I can't resist him. I never can.
       "I'm ok." I whisper and Jimin kisses my cheeks.
       "You don't have to lie, hyung. Can I ask you something?" He hesitates.
        I nod.
       "Do you still love him? Like-really love him? Enough to give him another chance? I think...maybe you need that." He sighs and pats my head. "I hate him as much as you but it seems like until you give in you'll never be the closure you want. If you give it a shot and it doesn't work-then you know once and for all and can move on...but if it does work-you can be really happy, Hyung. You're not happy now, I can tell." He admits and although I hate to admit it, he's very right.
       "I just don't want to get hurt." I sniffle.
       He snorts. "You're already hurting-you never stopped. This could make you feel better either way. Just...think about it, alright?" He asks and I nod. He smiles "Ready to go back?"
       I look at myself in the mirror, grimacing. "Actually, I think I'm just going back to the hotel. I feel like shit and, uh..." I trail off, blushing. He looks me over and laughs.
      "Problem, hyung?" He teases.
       "Brat! I'll call you later, ok? I can't handle asshole's smirk on me right now." I roll my eyes and Jimin hugs me before walking back out to the table.
       I straighten my clothes to the best of my ability before exiting the restaurant and walking back to the hotel. It's not a far walk but it's dark and I've never been out on my own so it's a little nerve wrecking. The various bars on the tip back don't really help my anxiety either.
I just want to get back to the room and bury myself in the soft sheets, ignoring the world around me for awhile. The trip back to the hotel is-thankfully-uneventful and I rush to the elevator, feeling much better.
As I exit the elevator, however, a dark figure leans against the wall across from...Hoseok's door. Frowning, I debate on what to do but since the elevator has already closed-I have no choice but to continue passed them. As I edge closer I realize with a start I know the person. He looks disheveled and obviously drunk. Taehyung.

       He doesn't notice me until I'm almost right beside him. He smiles but I don't like it. There's something about him that makes me really uncomfortable-worse than when I was walking by all those eerie bars in the city.
"Taehyung? What are you doing here so late? Hoseok isn't here." I clear my throat to stop the shakiness.
His eyes roam over me and there's a dark glint in his eyes. "And where is he tonight?" He tone is hard and mocking.
I frown and cross my arms. "He's with his boyfriend right now. I thought you two broke up. You need to leave." My voice comes out stronger than I feel inside.
He laughs and shakes his head. His hand goes out against the wall to steady himself. Definitely drunk. "Oh? You gonna kick me out? I just need to see him for a little while and I'll be on my way." He sniffs and cackles. His appearance sends chills down my spine and I take a step back.
"No. You need to leave. I know he wouldn't want to see you right now-especially like this." I say and I take another step back when he straightens up.
        "Really now? He doesn't want me? How about you, then? Seokjin..." he sings my name in a mocking tone. "If you won't let me spend some quality time with my boyfriend then maybe you can take his place." He laughs. "You're nothing but a little whore anyway, right?" He reaches over so quickly I couldn't track it and grabs my arm. For a drunk person, his reflexes are amazing.
       "T-Taehyung! Let me go!" I gasp in pain as he slams be up against the wall. My backside still hurts from the bathroom and when he reaches down to knead my ass, I can't stop from crying out in pain.
      Shockingly, his eyes widen and amusement fills them. "I see you've been a bad boy already? Tell me how you got fucked?" He groans and forces my head to the side, sucking and biting on my skin. I feel sick as I shove him away from me.
      I run. I'm almost to the room but before I can open the door, he tackles me to the floor. I'm punched in the face before he gets up and drags me into another room which I'm assuming hazily is his own.
      He locks the door and tosses me easily on the couch. My head hurts and I taste blood on my mouth where he busted my lip. I shiver from the hard, cold stare he gives me. "I guess you'll have to replace my Hoseokie tonight, Seokjinnie. I can't wait to have so much fun with you." He laughs and I swallow hard as he walks into the kitchen.
       Please, find me Namjoon. Please god...is this what Hoseok has went through?! With that thought in mind, I begin to cry.