Remembering the Good Times • JaeNo/NoMin •

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A.C.E reference intended go stan them you bums—

Also possible (not positive) mentions of rape ahead ⚠️

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"JENO!"

Jaemin groans, shifting his shoulders back in discomfort. Whatever had happened wasn't completely painless, because the feeling of blood is apparent as it drips down from his hairline.

"Shut up!" The shadowy figure in the corner growls and taps his foot slowly. At this Jaemin sneers and twists his hands, trying to loosen the tough rope tying them together.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jaemin coughs, his throat burning from the amount of screaming he's done for his boyfriend.

The man doesn't move from his spot and not does he talk, instead he starts leaning on the door and chuckles.

"I'd rather not tell or show you yet. Just wait until your boyfriend shows up." Jaemin snorts at the idiotic move the man makes and he slumps down in the badly framed chair.

"Come to think of it... Haven't I heard your voice before?" Jaemin slips as far forward as he can and narrows his eyes to get a better look at the figure.

The male automatically backs up, letting out a surprised sound. "What do you mean?" He fakes innocence, yet Jaemin doesn't buy it.

"Like a day or two ago I feel like it's been—"

BANG

The male goes flying as the door is flung open, revealing a single figure. A very, very familiar figure.

"Jeno?" Jaemin croaks out, his throat no longer supporting itself and finally feeling gone. Automatically the supposed "Jeno" figure goes to Jaemin's side, caressing the boys face. And that's when the light finally shines on the mystery man's face, revealing Jeno's completely worried expression.

"Are you okay? The others have help on their way." He soothes Jaemin, who has finally begun to cry. "Don't cry, I'll get you out of here..."

"But first..." Jeno stands up, turning around to look at the real mystery guy whom he hit with the door just a minute or two ago.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Jeno shouts, storming over to the man. They're trying to get up yet fail as he falls back to the ground in pain. "Do you have any idea how stupid this idea is?"

"It got me what I wanted, so of course it worked." The man croaks, finally managing to get on his feet. "You're fucking sick." Jeno snarls, clenching and unclenching his hand.

"I'm not stupid, dad. You want me for something that I'm not willing to give you. Now take my advise and fucking leave and never touch Jaemin again."

"Jeno!"

"Mark what the fuck—"

Sirens fill the air and as do several footsteps and soon Jaemin is free from the bindings thanks to Mark, and Jeno's father is handcuffed by an officer.

As Jeno explains to the officer what he found, Jaemin rubs his scratched wrists and Mark examines the bloody gash on his hairline.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere else?" Mark asks and Jaemin frowns, his lower region feeling... Weird?

He had felt completely numb when he was tied to the chair, but now that he's free he's getting feeling back to his legs but maybe it shouldn't have happened.

"Oh my god." Jaemin sucks in air through his teeth, seething at the now obvious pain. "Jaemin! Let's get you to a—"

"Babe!" Jeno's worried expression comes into view as he holds up Jaemin right before the younger collapses.

Yeah, but the thing is, is it out of shock or pain?

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Jaemin wakes up at the hospital, completely unaware of his surroundings. He's only aware of the fact he's wearing 0 clothes and his head is bandaged.

Oh, and Jeno's asleep next to him.

This seems a little like deja vu...

Jaemin tries to stretch his stiff legs and readjusts his body in the bed, only to accidentally hit Jeno upside the head a bit too hard.

"Wha—" Jeno lifts up his head to look at Jaemin, not fully realizing he's awake until—

"Jaemin I'm so sorry!"

Jeno springs to his feet and Jaemin watches him, confused out of his mind. Sorry for what? He didn't do anything that Jaemin can remember.

But then again, Jeno has the tendency to do things like this, so it doesn't really come to a surprise.

"Sorry for what?" Jaemin whispers, his throat practically on fire as he tries to speak louder. Automatically, Jaemin starts to panic as Jeno's eyes fill with tears and unconsciously spill down his face.

"My dad... Just look under the blanket..."

And so he does, and when he does he has to slap a hand over his mouth to keep himself from sobbing uncontrollably.

Purplish red hand marks are printed on the inside and outside of his thighs.  Nail marks are trailed down his sides and starting to scab up, and his tailbone feels bruised, or worst.

"Oh my god." Jaemin sobs, quickly putting the cover back down as he begins to cry. "Oh my fucking God."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there." Jeno goes back down on his knees next to Jaemins' bed, caressing Jaemins hair. The younger jumps on him as much as he can without hurting himself and wraps his arms around Jeno tightly.

"I'm so fucking sorry."

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Sorry if it's too much it really pains me to write this myself.

I'm updating twice today just so I don't get backlashed for someone not understanding... Plus there's a little smut in the next chapter.

Also y'all should totally give me an honest opinion on if you'd read a horror game au for NCT 127 because I'm writing one and it sounds cool