Namjin (Oneshots)

No I don't

Another Drabble, I swear I'll stop but I can't find good pictures and don't feel like making them plus I have a lot of ideas. (WARNING M8, VERY STRONG LANGUAGE AND DARK THEMES, RAPE IS ALSO A VERY BIG PART IN THIS, THATS LIKE WHAT THE SMUT IS SO IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT I'LL UPDATE SOMETHING ELSE or you could go read my other book- no? K... you also might hate Namjoon after this. Also also you might want to read the end of this chapter, the things in bold.
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He was cold, hungry, scared. His throat was raw from screaming and choking. He know his friends and family are looking for him, or he at least hopes so. He's not so sure how long it's been but he knows it's been too long.

He knows it must have been too long.

The doors unlocked and he's untied from the bed he's been sleeping on currently. But he knows better. The last time he tried to escape he was beaten. He doesn't want it to happen again.

Or does he?

No, no he doesn't.

Seokjin had been more confused lately, though, with no time to dwell on it. He never has time anymore, that scares him.

He soon hears it. The heavy footsteps of his love. Wait no. That's not right- again Seokjin forgets what he's supposed to think. He doesn't have time to remember.

"Pretty baby~" the rough voice all but sang as the door opens. Seokjin knows better than to crawl away from him but against his better judgement he does it anyway. "Again huh?" He sighs walking up to Seokjin who was currently on the floor. He bends down to seokjin's level "What's my name pretty baby?" He asks "no" Seokjin responded and suddenly all of his scars came back.

They came back to hurt him. "No? Huh... I hope that's what you scream then" he smirks pulling Seokjin up by his arm. "No...no! No stop!" Seokjin sobs his last piece of clothing he had being tore off of his body.

"Please stop! Aren't you tired of me yet?! Please, please!" Seokjin screams kicking at the other. "Not until you stop fighting Kim Seokjin" he says tying seokjin's small wrists to the bed posts.

"Th-that's not my name! P-Park- Park Seokjin-I-it's Park" Seokjin sobs not wanting his last name. "But are you sure baby?" He asks biting the others neck and running his hands down seokjin's sides.

Seokjin shivers a smile wanting to break from his original struggle. "Yes"

"No...no I'm not"

"Who do you belong to, Pretty?" He Asks harshly spreading seokjin's legs. "Fuck you" Seokjin spat at the other soon screaming out in oh so bloody murder.

"Pull out! Pull out, stop! It hurts so bad!" Seokjin's sobs echoes through what he guessed is a basement. He had also guessed it was sound proof.

He wouldn't stop. Not when seokjin's screams was the only thing they he could hear, not when he felt the warmth of the blood from the others stretched hole flow out onto the bed.

No that didn't stop him.

Seokjin hat-lo-hate-lov-

Each pound into him was another tear onto his pillow. He was quietly sobbing and the tears would not stop. "Pretty Pretty baby" he smiles so kind, kind.

Snap, snap, snap. Seokjin turns wrapping his arms around the others neck pulling him down for maybe the most unpleasant kiss he's ever had. He could taste blood. It hurt but so did everything else.

He didn't come. He never has. But he has, had, is. Seokjin can feel it. He doesn't pull out he stays. "Pretty Pretty" he calls and seokjin's eyes are dull, dead.

"Who am I Pretty Pretty?" He asks as seokjin's eyes get a spark in them. "Namjoonie" was the answer as Namjoon smiles "that's right, good job" Namjoon strokes the others cheek and kisses the others forehead.

"I like it" Seokjin says though a tear slips and falls onto his smiling face. "I like it"

"No I don't"

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So you may be like "the fuck?!" "Why the fuck are you romanticizing rape?!". Okay. I'm not. It basically was Seokjin at his breaking point through the whole story, he's on the edge of falling for Namjoon's 'charm'. His mental state was fighting between conformity and nonconformity and we knew who won. It's basically the start of Stockholm syndrome. Becoming attached to his kidnapper as a survival strategy. Namjoon was waiting for this to happen, for the other to snap, snap, snap. That's why he wasn't surprised. This also means that soon Seokjin will be thrown away as he'll stop fighting back and that's the only thing Namjoon is looking for, he thought Seokjin would've been different, would've kept him satisfied. But Seokjin all in all is just human and will soon be added to the pile.