Designed Love | k.nj x k.s

11. okay

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To: Seokjin
Seokjin?
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Why do you need help?
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Are you okay?
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Please answer me Seokjin
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What's wrong?
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I'm worried
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Are you okay?
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Seokjin???
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Jin?
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I'm coming over
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Namjoon stood there in the middle of the kitchen staring at his phone. Why was Seokjin texting him his address? Why did he need help?

He scrolled up on his phone and looked at the message Seokjin sent him. It was an address. He assumed that it was Seokjin's so he took his jacket from the hanger and closed the door once he was out of the apartment.

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"Ngh.. STOP" Seokjin shouted as Jae pulled away from a heavy kiss. He remembers how he kissed before, it was never this rough. Seokjin's hair was all messy from the tight grip Jae had pulling his pink locks to make him sit still.

Seokjin squirmed as much as he could to get the slightly bigger male off him. "Stop doing that, you're making it worse for yourself" Jae said and began groping the other's ass.

Then a tug on Seokjin's hand come to suggestion, though it wasn't a suggestion. It was a demand.

"Jae I don't want to" Seokjin said as he tried to get his hand back.

Jaebum turned around and looked at the other with an intense glare in his eyes. "I don't care" He said progressively getting angrier by the second.

Suddenly Seokjin was lifted from the ground and was thrown across Jae's shoulder. He held him in place on his ass and began walking. "Where are we going?" Seokjin said, terrified as he tried to calm himself down from the sudden movement.

His question was soon answered when he was thrown on a table. Jae firmly tugged Seokjin closer to the edge of the table and stood between his legs.

A lump was forming in Seokjin's throat as well as some tears in his eyes when he realized what was happening. "You're so fucking hot" Jae hoarsely said in the other's ear as he began unbuttoning a couple more of Seokjin's buttons on his shirt.

Seokjin breathed in a shaky breath "Jae, I'm not consenting to this"

"WHO CARES" Jae raised his voice and Seokjin looked frighteningly away from the man who wasn't very familiar anymore.

Seokjin just sat there with big eyes with Jae glued to his chest leaving harsh kisses. He was suddenly turned around and was placed with his stomach on the table and his legs trying to get all the way up since they were hanging off the edge.

He then heard a zipper slowly getting pulled down and felt something against his butt. "No, no no please Jaebum" Seokjin murmured shakily and tried to get away resulting in his hands being forcefully pulled above his head which was resting on the table.

"You like this don't you?" Jae said leaning against Seokjin whispering in his ear "Dirty slut"

Seokjin could feel the other's obvious boner against his clothed butt. He began whimpering and sobbing with his face against the cold table. "Get away from me!" He sobbed when he felt his pants being pulled down.

Seokjin began kicking backwards hoping to hit the predator, but without luck. He felt truly powerless as he began sobbing again muttering the same words "Please" and "Don't"

He gave up.

There was nothing he could do at this point, he tried everything. He just had to accept his fate, that was the last thing he could do.

As Seokjin was completely in his own thoughts he felt a weight being lifted from his bottom half and the harsh grip on his wrists. He didn't dare to look up from his position so he just lied there.

A few grunts was heard in the room as he lied there bawling his eyes out feeling as vulnerable as ever.

Seokjin opened his eyes and finally pushed himself up from the table, it felt like an eternity later. He was shaking rapidly as he turned around to a surprise.

Kim Namjoon was standing there, blood dripping from his knuckles as he was panting looking down on the beaten up man on the floor.

Seokjin gasped at the sight as he slowly reached down to pull his pants back up, never leaving his eyes from the rapper.

The platinum blond haired man looked up with parted lips and a loud breath leaving them. "I'm sorry" He said as he took in the whole situation.

Kim Seokjin nearly got raped.

"I'm okay" Seokjin said though his voice cracked and his eyes welled up with tears once again.

Namjoon looked at Seokjin with slightly furrowed eyebrows. His hair was a mess, lips pink, his shirt was halfway on and the look on his face was heartbreaking.

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The two men was sitting in the same cafe they met for the first time. Though this time, for completely different reasons.

Seokjin took a deep breath as his mind just processed the whole situation. But was quickly interrupted "You don't owe me anything"

He looked up and locked eyes with the one and only Kim Namjoon.

He knew it was wrong to think this but he was so hot with the small cut on his bottom lip, which he had told Seokjin he had gotten when he was fighting Jaefuckface. Seokjin would lightly chuckle at the name and look down with a slight blush.

"You already said that thrice" Seokjin muttered as he took a sip of his cafe latte, which was getting slightly cold since they had been sitting there with their eyes locked on each others for a while.

Namjoon chuckled throatily and looked lovingly at the faded pink haired man in front of him.

"And I meant it every time"

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