Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter ten (part two)

I know the language here, in England, thanks to private teachers and a lot of free time so I take a cab by myself to Daehyun' house and pray he's nicer than them.

I'm so wrong.

The minute he sees me struggling with my luggage on the porch and saying hi to him, he grabs me by my collar, taking me with him down dark stairs, throwing me on the cold, dirty ground of the basement, locking the door with no lights on. Pure darkness.

I'm still shaken up, not knowing what I did wrong in the first second.

I curl up on the ground, close my eyes, and sing a lullaby in a shaky voice because of the cold.

*

He comes to get me after a long time. I've fainted because of hunger and thirst, my body cold. He takes me out in the same manner he took me here, pushing me in the bathroom to "clean my filthy body".

He gets me after 5 minutes, forcing me to wear tight shorts and a crop top, my slightly visible bump showing. What is he trying to do?

He takes me to the living room, holding my arm at a painful angle. I see five men seated around, feeling completely naked under their hungry eyes. "he's no girl but got good curves. Pregnant too. you like it that way huh?" his last sentence is forwarded toward one of the men who smirks in response.

I gulp, not really knowing what's happening. well later in life I found out they are too fucking scared of recognizing us but many lust after us, the idea of us turning them on, making us the perfect prostitutes for them to treat like trash.

He pushes me forward harshly, and I end up on one of their laps before I fall. He positions my bottom on his crotch, and my face turns red when I feel him firm under me. I'm really scared now, trying to get up but he takes my waist in his hands, pressing in with his nails. I yelp from the pain and sit still.

Daehyun stands in front of me, taking my jaw with too much force in one hand, making me look at him. "if you scream, I'll kick you so hard you'll lose the shit in you. got it?"

I whimper from the combined pain on my sides and jaw, nodding. Tears are now coming down my face, and I'm so confused and lost. Why does he treat me like this? am I not his nephew?

The man under me slaps my ass and I gasp. "move bitch." I try to stand up but he bucks his hips, keeping me down by the waist. I sob quietly. "you...you told me to move."

I learn through the night what he means. Daehyun makes me sit on their laps, grinding on the erections. They touch me freely everywhere, and I can't keep up with what happens. My body is bruised from their strong grip everywhere, my nipples hurting from them pinching them harshly.

It was just the beginning of the four month I spent with Daehyun.

It began by just grinding fully clothed, then it turned into handjobs I knew about for a change; after the only time me and kookie had sex and I cried so much that afterward I only gave him hand jobs when he asked. I didn't even know I could do something like that. I had zero sexual information before kookie, not even masturbated once.

But now I'm learning new things every day and Daehyun gets paid for my "services" to his friends. I almost suck someone off every night or give handjobs.

It slowly got further, me having to get almost naked with only panties, letting them touch my private parts. Daehyun doesn't let them put anything...in me, saying he wants me "tight" for better opportunities.

I'm not getting used to this. every time they force me to suck them off or touch me, I throw up and Daehyun hits me for displeasing the "customers".

He lets me sleep in a little room on the ground, with only a blanket and one of my jackets as a pillow. He doesn't give me money or let me eat. I can only sneak in the kitchen at nights when he's passed out drunk, eating leftovers from the trash, and if I'm lucky, from the fridge.

Among all these horrible nights, I try to study when he goes to sleep. I can't go to school because of my condition, so they let me study and only pass the exams in the end with everyone else. they don't want me around other kids to be a bad influence too.

I need to graduate to get a job and leave this house. I'm struggling to not end everything and be strong for my baby...

*

When the boy stops me from going through with it in the bathroom stall, he takes me to the infirmary and they tell me I need stitches and they don't do that here.

He looks at me with warm eyes. "come on. By the way, I'm taehyung."

He puts me on the back of a delivery bike for some restaurant, the towel around my wrist completely red with blood now. He goes fast and I can only grab his big black hoodie, and whimper from the dizziness.

He stays beside me when I need stitches, showing me a boxy grin. "hold my hand. Squeeze if it hurts."

And I do, whimpering and crying, crushing his big hand in my little one. I have to ignore disgusted or concerned looks all the time.

On our way out, I notice him having trouble paying and I'm very embarrassed. I can't even die right and do everyone a favor.

He sees my stare and puts his empty wallet back in his jeans pocket. "it's ok. I have enough." I look at his kind eyes and know he's lying.

He then takes me to a diner with pink everywhere, complaining about me being too thin. He puts his hoodie on me to protect me from the cold and cover the blood on my white shirt.

He orders a cheeseburger and fries for me, sitting in front of me and watching me eat like I've been in a famine...and I have been.

When I finish my food, I notice he didn't eat anything and I didn't even offer. My cheeks are red. "I'm sorry...I was..." he cuts me off. "hungry? I know. I just ate so I'm ok."

He then gets serious, his boxy smile long forgotten. "now that we're all settled, tell me. What was that?"

I gulp and look down. he leans forward and cleans my mouth with a napkin, making me blush. Can I tell him? He deserves to know why he found me like that.

I play with my hands. "it was what you saw."

He sighs, sitting with his arms crossed in his white shirt. He has a built body, with too much muscle in his arms and torso. Why am I thinking that? I wanna slap myself. Getting knocked up has not taught me a lesson.

"I know what I saw jimin. I'm talking about why. Are you struggling with something? Maybe I can help." I laugh bitterly at that, my hormones making me cry when we haven't even been one minute in through the conversation.

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