sincerely; | namjoon

ten

warning: this chapter will have sexual assault and drugging someone's drink

this is going to be a longer chapter :(

after an excrutiating day at work you walk into jacob's apartment (he gave you a copy of his key) and flop down onto his couch. he watches from the kitchen, amused.

"rough day at work?"

"couldn't have been worse." you mumble through the leather and you hear him chuckle before soft footsteps pad over to you. jacob crouches down so he's eye level with you and kisses your forehead.

"i'm sorry baby." (*gags* sorry guys, continue.) you smile and lean foward to kiss him. "i'll make you some food."

you lay and watch jacob as he moves around the kitchen, preparing what looks like soup and garlic bread. after he's done and serves you, you eat until you're full. once you've eaten you and him watch a movie together until you fall asleep, cuddled against his chest.

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slivers of the morning sun lash at you through your eyelids as you wake up, mind foggy. lethargically, you open your eyes only to realize you're in jacob's bed, and he probably took you there after you fell asleep. you turn over and see jacob sleeping, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

smiling, you swing your legs out of bed and get dressed for the day. you planned on actually cleaning your apartment today and maybe calling hoseok, since it's your day off. you write a quick note to jacob explaining your plans and after setting on his nightstand, you head out.

after arriving back into your newly-painted pastel pink and gray apartment, (jacob helped you paint it a couple weeks ago,) you change into shorts and a t-shirt, and set to work. you hadn't cleaned in a month, this would take a lot of work.

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finally.

after hours of dusting, washing, drying, sweeping, rearranging and organizing, you were done cleaning. exhausted by the sheer amount of work you had done, you collapse onto your couch and fish your phone out of your pocket.

clicking a couple times, hoseok's number starts ringing. after a couple rings, he picks up.

"hey girl! i haven't heard from you in a while. what's up?"

you laughed at your best friend's antics before responding. "nothing much, just finished cleaning the apartment."

"ouch, no wonder you called so late."

"hey!" you scold him, imagining his smirk from across the phone. "it's only like three p.m."

"way too late for cleaning, i say." hoseok bites back, laughing. "okay but in seriousness, how're you holding up? everything going alright with jacob?"

"yeah! everything's great." your mind wanders to last night and this morning, subconciously grinning.

your door opens and you know it's jacob, your thoughts proven when his 'hello' rings out through your kitchen.

"hey hobi, sorry, i gotta go. i'll call you later tonight though, kay?"

you know he's disappointed by the tone of his voice, which he tries to hide. "oh no, yeah, go have fun!"

you thank hoseok before ending the call. you get up and go to your boyfriend, only to be surprised by his choice of outfit. black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt tucked into the jeans with a belt, leather jacket, and sunglasses.

"uh, why are you dressed like you're going to a club?" you question, eyeing the rings he had put on.

"because we are. c'mon, get dressed."

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how did he always manage to convince you into situations? even after disagreeing right away, he had persuaded you to come. so here you sat, dressed in a black, mid-thigh dress with spaghetti straps. you had a thin black choker on, subtle dark purple lipstick, and smoky eyeshadow. despite the hesitance, you started to loosen up.

jacob dragged you onto the dance floor and you danced together, and after that, you sat at the bar and ordered a couple drinks.

"see? this isn't so bad!" jacob said over the music, and you had to agree it wasn't that bad.

you sipped your rum and coke, realizing you had to pee. "hey babe? i'm gonna head to the bathroom real quick, watch my drink?"

jacob nodded with a lazy, tipsy smirk. "don't worry, go ahead."

you walk to the back of the bar, slipping inside the restroom. after washing your hands and checking to make sure your dress was still zipped up and everything, you walk back outside to jacob. he's slipping something into his pocket that you assume is his phone, even though you thought you saw him leave it at your apartment. maybe he slipped it in his pocket last second.

you sit back down and take a sip of your drink, but it tastes different from when you last tasted it. you ask the bartender for another one and relax when the new one tastes fine.

"why'd you send it back?" jacob asks, worried.

"it just tasted a little off." you say, and he nods his head.

a couple minutes after you finish the rest of your beverage you start feeling a little dizzy, a small headache forming at your temples. you groan, and jacob glances at you.

"you alright y/n?" you shake your head as you suddenly feel like falling asleep. "okay, c'mon let's get you home." jacob gently helps you to your feet and out of the club. on the car ride home your vision gets a little better, but you still fail to notice the look your boyfriend is giving you.

you arrive at your apartment complex and jacob helps you in his apartment. you probably just got drunk too fast, yeah, thats it. you've always been a lightweight. jacob lays you down on his bed, but you've gained your senses back enough to not want to fall asleep anymore. but, everything's still fuzzy.

"..look so good like this.." jacob's voice whispers next to your ear. you didn't hear the first part, what did he say? why is he so close to you?

"what..?" your tongue feels leaden, sticking to the roof of your mouth.

"shhh, don't worry, i'll take care of you." jacob was uncomfortably close now, breathing on your neck.

he slowly slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders and removed your shoes. was he seriously thinking about having sex? but, you weren't ready for this! but your arms felt so heavy..

jacob kissed you, not with passion or love, just with a bruising force that smeared your lipstick. his hand slid up your thigh until it was dangerously close to the hem of your underwear.

"wait..jacob.." you protest, raising your arms to push him off. he'll stop if you say so, right?

"it's okay, just relax.." suddenly, his voice didn't feel so calming anymore, and you wanted him off.

but your limbs still felt paralyzed. then it hit you. the drink. did he drug it? your own boyfriend? jacob's hand snaked past your underwear and started rubbing closer to your privates. everywhere he touched, burned. and not in a good way.

"jacob.." another forceful kiss. "jacob." his other hand groped your breast. "jacob!" with enough adrenaline, you manage to push him away enough to crawl away and stand up. "enough! i'm not ready!"

you're crying now, fat tears falling over your lashes and cheeks. you turn away and run out of the apartment, going into yours and locking the door with a special lock because jacob had a key. you look at your counter and see jacob's phone he never took. the drug is still running through your system so you only manage to make it to your bed before you pass out, the necklace jacob gave you white-hot against your burning flesh.