Cold [NAMJIN]

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Seokjin's tears continuously streamed down his face as his desperate cries for help remained unheard, muffled by the piece of fabric Sehun had roughly shoved inside his pretty mouth, cutting the side of his lips in the process.

About 30 minutes earlier, two men, which he assumed were under Sehun's orders, moved him into a room with more...content. It has a giant bed in the middle, a table beside it, a cabinet on the other side of the room and a carpet on the floor.

The room still looked and smelled like it hadn't been used in years, the walls full of moss, graffitis, and maybe even some blood but Jin could care less, given his present predicament.

He is currently shackled to the posts of the massive bed, his arms and legs spread open.

Sehun continued his assault on the writhing Seokjin's neck, sucking and leaving marks on the delicate pale skin.

His right hand is exploring the smooth skin under Jin's half open shirt while the other leisurely gropes his clothed thighs and ass, ever so often gripping them tighter than necessary.

No! Let me go! Stop! Jin pleaded against the fabric blocking his mouth, pulling at his chains. He doesn't want this. Help. Somebody help him please.

Namjoon's smiling face appeared on Seokjin's mind and he cried harder. Oh God. He's never wanted to be one of those cliche and pathetic damsels in distress but right now, he can't help but see himself as one.

With the position he's in, he can't even manage to stop Sehun's advances. The guy could fuck him raw and dry for all he wants and all Jin could do is weakly cry wah wah wah.

He doesn't want that. He can't allow that.

With that in mind, Jin did the first thing he thought of. He pulled at his restraints, hard. The metal chains rattled, but Jin didn't stop, making Sehun click his tongue and pause.

"Doing that won't do anything so I suggest you stop now before you annoy me." Sehun said through gritted teeth, hands now pushing down on Jin's thighs to keep him still.

That only fueled Jin to struggle more. He's not even thinking clearly anymore, his mind now running on pure adrenaline. His mind is a little cloudy with only one clear thought. He have to escape. If he can't, then he have to at least try to escape.

He can't just continue lying there like some dead fish. He has to fight! He can't just put all the responsibility of saving himself into Namjoon like he does all the time. Namjoon isn't around right now so he'll have to try and be strong.

"Damn it Seokjin, don't make me hurt you." With Sehun's voice raising a few octaves, one of his gang members which were keeping guard outside, opened the door of the room and took a peek on what's happening inside.

"Everything alright, boss?" Jongin asked, hand resting on the knob.

Sehun didn't even bother turning to look at him, completely focused on the task at hand. "I can handle it."

The boy nodded and closed the door.

Sehun reached for something in the back pocket of his pants, eyes on Seokjin the entire time. Before Jin could ever take notice of the action, he felt something prick his neck, his brows furrowing in confusion as his struggling slowly came to a stop.

Sehun dropped the now empty syringe on the floor before straightening. He loosened his tight grip on Seokjin's thighs, now slowly caressing them, his eyes on Jin's fluttering ones.

"Wha...?" Jin failed his attempt at asking when a sudden heat swallowed him whole. Everything felt so hot all of a sudden and he ached to be touched, to be kissed, to be explored. He ached release.