Cold [NAMJIN]

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The touch of the cold freezing water made Seokjin abruptly open his eyes. He furiously coughed, feeling some of the cold liquid enter his nose. When he noticed the pair of shoes in front of him, he immediately looked up and froze.

"Hey there, beautiful." The sickening smirk on Sehun's face paralyzed Jin, his eyes wide in both shock and fear.

W-What...? W-What is he doing here...?

Seokjin looked around in panic.

The room he's in is devoid of any furniture or appliance except for the couch sitting just steps away. Tons of graffitis and mold covered it's walls, creating the image of abandonment.

W-Where am I...?

The last thing Seokjin could remember was walking towards the office of the Faculty with the underclassman who called him out. The underclassman who was walking beside him was quiet the whole time and just kept on fidgeting while repeatedly adjusting his glasses.

Seokjin didn't pay him much attention since he was busy enough praying for himself but now he wish he did. Now that he thinks about it, that nerdy student looked oddly familiar.

Seokjin gasped.

Shit. That kid is one of Sehun's lackeys!

He's one of those kids who would get pushed into the lockers, get tripped during lunch, get threatened to do other's homeworks and get beaten up whenever he fails to follow orders!

Jin gulped and looked at himself. He was still in his uniform, which is now wet. His hands are tied up behind him, the ropes biting at his delicate skin and making them sting. He felt his body tremble.

No. Not again. No. Oh God. Please no.

"Haven't seen you in a while, Seokjin. How's life? Still shitty?" Sehun threw the water bottle he was holding and turned around, plopping himself down on the only couch. He cocked one brow upon seeing the clear terror in Jin's eyes, lightly chuckling in amusement.

"Don't worry, love. You're not the one on the wrong this time." He leaned back. "You have that stepbrother of yours to blame for this."

Jin froze.

J-Jimin...?

Noticing the question in the other's eyes, Sehun spoke, the playfulness gone and voice now serious.

"He had two of my men beaten up. I'm sure you remember Chanyeol and Kyungsoo, right?"

Seokjin flinched at the mention of his bullies, making Sehun grin in triumph. He sure is enjoying this.

Truth is, he could care less about those two incompetent fools. They could die and rot in an alley somewhere for all he cares. But when he heard the words Park Jimin and Kim Seokjin's stepbrother in the same sentence, he couldn't help but want to use the incident as a way to try and get into Seokjin's pants again.

After all, the guy's irresistible and he'd been wanting to fuck him senseless since he met him when he transferred to Seokjin's school the previous year. He tried to do so a lot of times but that Namjoon was always gluing himself to the pretty boy like one big annoyingly loyal dog.

Tsk.

Sehun mentally rolled his eyes.

That Namjoon probably just wants to be the one to stick it in Seokjin first which is why he's so damn protective. He thinks he's doing a good job in acting straight, doesn't he? Idiot. He ain't fooling anyone with that look in his eyes whenever he's with Seokjin.