BET ーjeongchan

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🚫 WARNING 🚫

This chapter contains abuse and implications of rape. This is by no means supposed to sexualize rape or abuse, both of which are punishable crimes and not kinks. If this triggers you, please skip this chapter. Please remember that I wholeheartedly respect each member of Stray Kids and that this is merely fictional.

[ Previous night ]

It was Saturday evening. Just as Chan dropped Jeongin off at his place, a familiar nervousness settled in the pit of Jeongin's stomach. He knew somebody was watching, and he knew who.

He knew sneaking out to meet Chan wasn't going to end well.

The twisting in his tummy worsened as he heard the sound of Chan's Maserati fade into the distance. Before his small, hesitant steps could reach the porch, the door swung open, the sight sending chills through Jeongin's bones.

"Come in, baby."

Jeongin flinched. He knew that tone all too well. That overly sweet, cheery tone laced with venom. The smile on Hyunjin's face made him shiver. He could easily tell Hyunjin was upset with him yet again. And he doubted he'd make it out alive.

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Through the painfully slow hours of midnight, Jeongin was barely conscious, yet managed to remain wide awake, the excruciating pain burning his bottom enough to wipe any sleep off the boy's eyes. Not only was it worse this time, Jeongin was sure he must have broken a rib after the sharp jabs and punches he received.

He had spent the night crying, and crying, until he couldn't cry and felt only the sickening emptiness remain. As the sun rose and shone bright, countless hours passed by, but Jeongin didn't move from the cold bathroom floor, although he knew he had to.

Not only did he have a date with someone 'special', but he had to fix this mess. He knew he had to.

Wincing in pain, Jeongin struggled to sit upright, his breath coming out ragged and uneven. Breathing was difficult; especially since his lungs felt like they were thoroughly damaged after last night's beatings. Combined with the fierce pain tormenting his lower back, Jeongin was surprised he was still alive.

He wished he had accepted Chan's offer to stay the night. He wished he had agreed to let Jisung buy him a phone in secret, because Hyunjin wouldn't let him have one of his own. But none of that happened, and he immensely regretted it.

Despite the pounding headache that accompanied, he dragged his undressed body across the icy tiles, managing to get ahold of the doorknob. After a cautious peek into the bedroom, he felt relief upon seeing Hyunjin was not in there. Biting on his bottom lip to refrain from crying out in pain, Jeongin crawled to the bed, where a messy pile of clothes stayed.

He pulled a huge white t shirt over himself, not really caring that it wasn't his. He just had to get out of there. After struggling to slip into a pair of shorts, Jeongin sat still for a moment, catching his breath since moving around set his entire body aflame. He glanced at the bedside clock, which displayed '17:34' in red. He pushed himself upwards using the bed as support, but he couldn't take a step forward without wincing.

He must get to Chan.

While taking forever to slowly limp his way downstairs, Jeongin felt tears well behind his eyes, blinking multiple times to hold them back. He regretted keeping this secret from Chan.