𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵; park jisung

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

A bruise had formed around Seyeon's neck where Jeno's hand lay, and along her sculpted jawline lay several red hickeys.

It was a living hell. That was the only way that Seyeon could describe it as her lifeless eyes matched her limp body.

She was utterly powerless against such a strong boy.

Purple started to swell where he had landed some punches to 'discipline' her whenever she stepped out of line.

So she was now prepared for what was likely going to happen.

"Your so beautiful, and since Jisung didn't claim you, this is my way of showing you off to the others," he whispered, his hot breath fanning uncomfortably close to her ear.

As a surge of adrenaline hit her, she found the power to push him off of her, and in his startled state, she took a harsh step forward. Her fucking leg. How had she forgotten?

It buckled beneath her weight and made her topple to the ground in a painful manner.

"Get back here you bitch!" Jeno yelled, his hand instantly finding its way to his previous hand mark on her neck.

Seyeon found herself gasping for air, this action causing the loss of even more oxygen.

The tears still steadily streamed down her cheeks as the pain of violation set in.

"JISUNG! PLEASE, JI!" She screamed, no longer caring about the consequences to doing so.

Jisung came stumbling in, his eyes wide and panicked before the anger settled into his gorgeous orbs at the sight of Seyeon beneath Jeno.

"GET AWAY FROM HER...NOW!" The brunette yelled. If the other boys in the house weren't yet awake, then they certainly were now.

Taeyong was the first down, though he was closely followed by a dreary Renjun.

Almost immediately the two boys woke fully, startled by the sight.

Jeno ignored the crowd that had begun to form, and instead tightened his grip on Seyeon even though she was nearly unconscious.

Jisung didn't allow this to go on too much longer though, and planted an agonising kick on Jeno's side, possibly cracking a rib if he were lucky.

"GET. AWAY. FROM. MY. GIRL." Jisung then leaned over Jeno's beaten body as he landed a kick with each syllable, and spat on his face, smirking when Jeno curled in on himself. This was the manic side to Jisung that Renjun had skilfully trained. A powerful side indeed.

"-sung....Jisung. Stop it! Seyeon needs you." Jisung shook his head slightly before turning to look at Yangyang who pointed towards a half-conscious Seyeon.

"Yeah," he absentmindedly muttered, his feet leading him towards the girl without him mind telling them to.

It was as if he had lost a part of himself, a part that had been taken by a terrifying thing...Emotion.