hellish / namjin

episode thirteen

Namjoon walked down the deserted road, humming an off-key tune he had just thought of. Seokjin lingered in his mind and refused to leave. It was frustrating. Why was the boy so damn attractive?

He stopped in front of a corner store, staring into nothingness. Did he really just label Seokjin as attractive? He let out a loud groan, shutting his eyes tight as he pictured the boy's skimpy lingerie and lustful eyes. Ugh. Namjoon entered the store. What the hell is wrong with me?

He looked through the small shelves, hoping he could find a can of coffee or something to keep him awake. But he found nothing, so he settled for a can of Sprite before buying it and exiting the store.

After a few moments of walking, large hands wrapped around his elbows from behind and pulled him back. "What-" three fingers were shoved deep inside of his mouth, making him gag and his eyes water. They succeeded in shutting him up.

He was pushed up against the wall, making whimpering sounds. "Shut the hell up, kid. Just let me do this," the man lifted Namjoon's shirt up and played with his nipples, making him back arch slightly. The man unzipped his own pants, whipping out his erection. "Op-"

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!" Suddenly, the man was pulled off of him and shoved onto the ground. Namjoon gasped for air, opening his mouth wide. "Hey! Who the hell do you think you are?" The said man demanded, shakily getting onto his feet. "Oh? You're asking who I am?" Namjoon's savior got closer and closer to the man, hooking a finger under his chin. "The name's Kim. Kim Seokjin,"

Namjoon chuckled at the James Bond reference Seokjin had just made, watching his back side attentively. "You sick bastard," Seokjin cried before swinging his arm and slapping the man in the face. "Wha-what the hell?" Quickly, Seokjin turned around and grabbed Namjoon's arm, turning and running out of the alley. "Hurry up, you slowpoke!" (hahahagaga that's a pokemon)

They ran as fast as they could, coming up to the house with rushed footsteps. They could still hear the man's angry yelling from not too far away, so they opened the door, slammed it shut, then locked it.

They panted from a few moments but Namjoon leaned against the door, sliding down until he was sitting. "Seokjin..." he bleated, hugging himself tight. "Hm? Joonie, are you okay?" At those words, he began to bawl his eyes out, body trembling from the earlier events. "Oh, no! Sweetie, don't cry. Don't cry!" Seokjin kneeled down in front of him and wrapped his arms around the weeping boy, patting him comfortingly on the back.

"I just-I just-I just, I didn't know what to do! It was like my b-brain shut down completely. And I just let him!"

"Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm here now, I'm here for you,"