𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗟❜𝗦 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘 | 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘪𝘯

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⎡𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫⎦

𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬

I step into the house and loud music immediately rings through my ears.

Chan: Oi mate! Felix!

I turn around and see my brother, Chan, waving at me.

Felix: Hey mate!

He pulls me into a bro hug and pats my back.

Chan: Glad you made it to my party!

Felix: Anytime for you, bro!

Chan: Did Minho make it?

Felix: Nah, his cats are sick, so he has to take care of them.

We laugh and he soon walks away to talk to other guests.

Someone taps me on my shoulder and I turn around to see who it is.

Darren: Hey Felix, Minho not here with you today?

I roll my eyes and start walking away to ignore him.

Darren and Minho have never gotten along, but neither of them specified why.

Darren: Hey hey, wait! Just because Minho and I aren't friends doesn't mean we can't get along.

I turn around and look at him.

Felix: What do you want?

Darren: Just wanna chat, that's all.

I'm a little skeptical, but I nod and we head over to the stools by the kitchen, where it's quieter.

Darren: Here, have a drink.

He hands me a glass and I drink it, not putting much thought into what it actually is.

It's surprisingly good, so I chug down the rest of the cup.

Darren: Woah, you seem to like it.

I nod, but my vision starts getting blurry and my body goes limp.

I almost fall on the ground, but Darren catches me before I can.

I try to speak, but my throat hurts so much that I can't make any noise.

He lifts me up and starts walking towards a room.

He opens the door and walks inside, locking it and throwing me onto the bed.

In the corner of my eye, I see John, another guy from Darren's team, standing behind a camera.

John: Make sure you make it look like he wants it. He's gotta seem like he's enjoying it.

Darren nods and starts taking his clothes off.

I panic and try to move, but my body feels numb.

He hovers over me and starts unbuttoning my shirt.

Tears well up in my eyes, but it doesn't bother him.

He throws my shirt into a corner and starts undoing my pants.

Felix: Minho...

I call out, too weak to scream, hoping for him to burst through the doors and save me.

But he doesn't.

The whole time, all I felt was pain and humiliation.

And after Darren finished, he leaves on the bed and walks out of the room with John, talking about how good I was.

I feel like crying, but I have no tears left.

Only one thought runs through my mind.

Minho...