Namjin_My Angel Boy

Part 16

Namjoon's pov (Surprise!!)

I was sitting in my studio, taking a break after finishing a song, when my phone suddenly blew up with multiple notifications one after another. Thinking that it was one of the members spamming me with messages, I grabbed my phone, only to realise they were actually instagram notifications, of people tagging me to be more precise.

I opened the first one, only to see that all the tags were on the same post. I was getting curious to be honest. Scrolling a bit up, I was blinded by some beauty. The boy in the picture was the definition of perfection, with his plump lips, wide shoulders and eyes that seem they could fit in a whole galaxy. After staring at him for about 10 minutes, I opened his profile and after a bit of stalking, I concluded that he was an ARMY that has a mild obsession with... well... Me. Chuckling at the thought of having such a beautiful human being fanboying at me, I opened his last post and made sure to like and comment on it.

Jin's pov

As I was scrolling through instagram after finishing all my chores, I got 2 notifications. At first, I thought I read wrong but then I looked at them again.

Rm.official liked your post.
Rm.official commented on your post.

I couldn't belive my own eyes! My first reaction was, of course, a scream of joy. I honestly couldn't be happier! But what I most certainly forgot about, was the fact that my father was home. I gulped in fear as I heard him say- more like scream.
"_HEY FAG! WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING LIKE A MADMAN?! COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

By the time I was in front of the living room entrance, my mood completely changed from extreme happiness and excitement to anxiety and fear.

This time again, he didn't bother to say anything as he pulled me inside and smashed a beer bottle on my head. I could now feel something warm dripping down my neck, which I immediately recognized as blood, by it's familiarity.

Being the monster he is, my supposed "father" took the now broken beer bottle and started stabbing me with it. I was trying my best to protect my stomach as much as possible, so most of the blows landed on my arms, leaving them in a not so great condition.

CAUTION, RAPE. SKIP IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE.

It looks like he isn't really done with me yet, as he pushed me and made me fall on the coutch, then walked towards me. I closed my eyes and braced myself for more hits to come, but instead, I felt my pants getting pulled off. Panicking, I reopened my eyes tried to wiggle out of the grip that restricted my moves. This seemed to annoy my attacker, so he removed his own belt and tied my hands behind my back. Then he removed his pants and boxers before removing mine, leaving us both naked from under the waist. By now, I was full on sobbing, begging again and again for my father to let me go. I can't believe my own dad wants to rape me. Am I that low and useless?

Unfortunatly, he gave me a deaf ear and and pushed my legs up towards my head, until my knees were in front of my from each side of my face. 5 seconds later, I already felt the head of his member push harshly into my virgin hole. It felt like my body was getting split in half as he started thrusting into me without even waiting for me to adjust. If hell on earth ever existed, I would probably be in it right now. In addition to the pain I felt on my bottom, my back was getting it sore as my hands were tied up while I was laying on them. The belt probably left some harsh marks but I couldn't get myself to care. Actually, I felt so suddenly empty right now, so I just stayed there and let my father abuse the life out of me.

OKAY DONE!

When he was finally done, he untied me, put his pants back on and stormed out of the house, probably to go to the nearby bar and get even more drunk. Even thought I was really sore, I didn't want to bleed to death, so I dragged myself upstairs to the bathroom so I could clean myself up.

I removed my blood stained clothes and jumped in the shower. As I looked down at my arms, tears started flooding. You could barely see the skin because of the blood comming out of my numerous cuts, which surprisingly none reached any artery, or I could be dead by now. Hissing at the pain on basically every part of my body, I started the shower and made all the the blood go down the drain, cautiously cleaning myself so my body wouldn't hurt more than it already does.

The hardest part of the shower was cleaning up the blood between my thighs, because the tears were completety blocking the pathetic view. Those tears weren't only the result of the physical pain thought, but also from the heartache I had.

After I made it out of the shower, I bandaged my arms and stomach but left my head as it was. The bleeding has stopped and nothing was really noticable because of my hair, except for the bit of swelling that would probably go away by tomorrow. It still hurt like hell tho, even I don't get my head cracked open everyday.

Having nothing else to do in the bathroom, I went to my room and threw myself on the bed, regreting it immediately. My head was throbbing violently and I did the only thing I could do to make it stop: sleep.