Save Us {NCT Dream}

Day 21

Chenle hovers about in front of the grey door, Renjun isn't here yet. Where is he? The youngest Chinese is by all means, terrified to enter the supposedly classroom for his extra Korean lessons with Geomjal. 

He hugs his arms, the heartless beast had strike him countless times with the cane for every small mistake in his use of words and pronunciation. He couldn't even count the number of red streaks left by the cane scattered on his skin.

"Ge...."

 
If he doesn't enter now, he'll be deemed as late. And Chenle rathers not find out the consequences of being late. Trembling, he twists the doorknob. His eyes glued to the floor when the door slowly creaks open. Geomjal sat on one of the chairs, a cane in his hands and a few korean books laid out. 

"Fucking finally, that other idiot isn't going to come. Well don't just fucking stand there!!!" His heartbeat rapidly increases, the loud voice bold and filled with spite and anger shook him. It rings in his head, causing fear to build up.

With tears prickling, he steps into the room. He didn't miss the way the manager had smirk evily.

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"Now get the fuck out of my face, fucking slut. You better tell no one about this or Jisung gets it" Geomjal spat, zipping his pants up. 

Chenle, picks his shaking sobbing self up and stumble himself out of the room. He pull on his shirt to wipe off the remains of the older man's tracings off his face. 

Disgusting dirty disgusting dirty

He runs to the nearest toilet, shutting himself in one of the cubicles before vomitting into the toilet. He feels sick, from both the semen forced down hsi throat and the thought he actually let it happend.

He rinses his mouth with the pipe water, the horrid taste still lingers in his mouth. 

 
Geomjal pull on his hair, thrusting the poor gaging boy hard onto his lenght with all sorts of dirty words spilling out of his mouth that Chenle couldn't decipher.

 

Stop, make it stop

Chenle hugs himself and cries, why? He was still only a child, what could he had ever done to have this happening to him? He's dirty, he's disgusting to let someone do that to him. 

"Ahh yes, fuck! You're such a freaking slut aren't ya? Taking hyung so well" 

His breathing laboured and the grip on his clothes tighten till his knuckles turn blue as his bruises. Chenle has both hands covering his ears. Hoping to block out everything, it was too loud and too suffocating. 

His mind? The shouting? The lewd words thrown at him? He wasn't sure who and which was louder, only that it felt like someone is choking all the oxygen out of his body and he's losing control of his breathing.

His chest burns with pain, wanting things to just end and he could be over with this. 

But instead, he waits and endures it for a bit more.