100 fic Challenge-Prompt 063
Title:Video Games-Part One of 5
Pairing:Yesung and Eunhyuk(friends); eunhae
Rating:NC 16
Warning:noncon/angst/violence
Summary:A trip to the arcade ends in tragedy
Disclaimer:...After writing this, they're probably glad I don't own them...which I don't.
A/N:This is a COMPLETE 180 from my other fix. I wanted angst, and this came out.
"Hyung, let's go to the arcade," the rapper suggested, causing Yesung to pause the movie that he had been watching in favor of the other man.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go with-" He stopped as Eunhyuk's smile faltered slightly. Yesung mentally kicked himself for forgetting. Donghae had left to surprise his mother with a visit for her birthday. Their schedules, however, wouldn't allow for him to bring his boyfriend with him, therefore Eunhyuk was at the dorms with Yesung, who had nothing planned for that night.
"Well, we haven't really spent much time together in a while. I mean, between our schedules and me and Hae getting together, I miss spending time with you, just the two of us," Eunhyuk explained shyly, playing with the hem of his t-shirt.
Smiling, Yesung turned off the movie and stood, ruffling the younger boy's dirty blond hair. "Let me change, then we'll head out, okay?"
He lit up and, with an emphatic nod, ran to his room to change clothes as well. As the singer was changing, however, an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.
'Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen?' he thought, pulling his shirt over his head.
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Eunhyuk had just finished buttoning his faded denim jeans when his cell phone rang, directing his attention to the singing item on his bed. He smiled brightly when he checked the caller ID.
~Hey, Babe. Miss me yet?~ came Donghae's cheery voice.
"Always," he replied. "How's your mom?"
~Heh, she's fine. She nearly fainted at the sight of me without you, though.~
Eunhyuk chuckled. "It has been a while since we've been apart, huh?"
~And I wouldn't want it any other way,~ he said. ~So, what're you doing?~
"Getting ready. Me and Yesung Hyung are going to the arcade in a bit."
There was silence before, ~Isn't that where that BiHyun creep hangs out?~
"I won't be alone, Hae. It'll be okay, so don't worry."
~I'll try not to, but you have to promise me that you'll tell Yesung Hyung about him and that you'll call me when you get there, 'kay?~
He rolled his eyes affectionately, but agreed, nonetheless. After saying their goodbyes, Eunhyuk hung up and left the room, only to narrowly avoid crashing into Yesung.
"Hey. I was just coming to get you. You ready to go?"
"Yeah, but there's something that I promised Hae I'd tell you first."
"Okay, shoot."
"Well, there's this guy that hangs out at the arcade. Whenever I go there, he's always coming on to me."
"Who wouldn't? I mean, not only are you cute, your famous."
Eunhyuk shook his head. "Not like this."
The older man's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? Did he do anything to you?"
He shrugged. "He's grabbed me a few times, but mainly, he just creeps me out."
Leaning back against the door, Yesung crossed his arms across his chest and gave the man a serious look. "Are you sure that we should go there, then? I mean, let's not tempt fate."
"It'll be fine. I really wanna go. Besides, you'll be there with me." He looked at the older boy pleadingly. "Please? Just for a little while."
After a moment of thought, Yesung sighed. "All right, but not for long, okay?"
"Thanks, Hyung."
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"Any sign of him?" Yesung asked as they entered the arcade.
The rapper nodded. "See that guy over by the back door? That's him."
Discreetly, Yesung turned in the direction that Eunhyuk had motioned toward. There, lurking in the shadowy area, was a man a couple of years older than himself, as well as a few inches taller, rivaling even Siwon. He was handsome with a powerful build, as well. What had him worried the most, though, was the look in the man's eyes as they fell on the young rapper. Both tensed when he smirked, pushing himself away from the wall he had been previously leaning against and walked over to the pair.
"Haven't seen you for a while. Finally ditch that loser?"
Glaring, Eunhyuk slapped away the arm that had been draped across his shoulders. "He's out of town."
"And he left you here alone? Some boyfriend. Why not just leave him and join me?"
"Cuz I love him, and you're a creep."
He stared at the younger man before turning his attention to Yesung. "What're you? The bodyguard?"
"The friend, now why don't you take off?" the singer snarled.
The man raised his arms in mock surrender. "Yeah, yeah. I was just leaving." As he walked past the two, he roughly shoved Yesung aside and leaned close to Eunhyuk's ear, placing a large hand underneath the boy's fitted t shirt and onto his stomach. "You'll change your mind, one way or another."
"Don't bet on it," he hissed through clenched teeth.
The man smirked. "We'll see." With that, he walked out of the arcade.
Eunhyuk released a shaky breath and dropped his head onto his hyung's shoulder. Yesung, also letting out a breath, reached up and ruffled the younger's hair.
"You okay?"
He smiled a bit. "Yeah. I'm good."
In an attempt to lighten the mood, Yesung smiled. "And here I didn't think that you even knew how to glare, Hyukkie," he joked.
Eunhyuk smiled back. "You guys just don't give me a reason to." He paused. "Well, Hae does, but yeah..." His mood brightened considerably. "I'll get tokens, okay?" Before Yesung could even give an answer, he was gone. Shaking his head, he pulled out his phone and called Donghae.
~Hey.~
"Hey, Donghae. Thought I'd be nice and let you know that we're here."
~Thanks. Where's Hyukkie?~
"Getting tokens."
~So...Is everything okay?~
"I met him, if that's what you mean."
~Is he okay?! Did that asshole try anything?!~
"Yeah, but Hyukkie did a good job. He handled it like a pro." He heard the relieved sigh over the phone. "Has it really been that bad?"
~He's like, obsessed, but it's his eyes that scare me, Hyung. They look almost-~
"Hungry," Yesung confirmed.
~Yeah.~
Yesung was about to reply when Eunhyuk returned.
"Who're you talking to?"
He smirked. "Your boyfriend."
The dancer's eyes widened. "Oh shit!! I was supposed to call when we got here!!"
Laughing, Yesung handed him his phone. "Here you go."
Smiling brightly, he took said phone. He and Donghae spoke for a couple of minutes before hanging up. He then returned the phone to it's owner.
"Thanks, Hyung."
"Sure thing." He had a feeling that the 'thank you' wasn't simply meant for the cell phone. "So, where to first?"
Eunhyuk smiled. "I wanna race."
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"Are there any video games here that you can't play?" Yesung grumbled as he lost for the hundredth time.
Eunhyuk chuckled. "Me, Hae, Kibummie, and Kyu come here all the time, so I've had plenty of practice, Hyung."
"So that's where my Kibummie's been going..." he mumbled to himself before glaring playfully. "Well, never again. I hate losing," he huffed. Eunhyuk rolled his eyes at the childish antics. "I saw that, brat," he said, unable to hide the smirk playing on his lips. "So, you ready to go back? I mean, it's late, and you've already beaten me at everything here."
"I guess."
Yesung nodded. "A'right. I just need to hit the bathroom, then make a call to the others, then we'll take off."
"Sure. I'll be out front. I need fresh air."
The singer looked at his bandmate before replying, "Right out front. Don't go anywhere. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Okay. I'll be right back." He then walked into the back where the bathrooms were while Eunhyuk walked outside.
Once outside, the dancer took a deep breath, then released it, allowing his body to relax. He noticed that it had gotten quite late, and that no one was out on the usually bustling street. A chill passed through him as he looked around the empty plaza. Not liking the feeling he was getting, Eunhyuk turned to re-enter the arcade when he was suddenly grabbed from behind, a large hand placed over his mouth.
Before he had a chance to react, he was dragged into an alleyway next to the arcade. He was then slammed into the wall, dazing the rapper. Once the dull pain faded, he saw that his attacker was none other than BiHyun, the man from the arcade.
"Well, well," he chuckled. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to keep people waiting?"
That question seemed to jump-start something, because Eunhyuk began to struggle in the larger man's tight grasp.
"Let me go, you bastard!!"
"I think not, now that I've got you exactly, where I want you."
Warning bells went off in his head. His struggles became more desperate as fear entered the picture. Eunhyuk opened his mouth to yell for help, but he was suddenly spun around, his back pressed against the man's chest. A hand once again covered the boy's mouth, stifling the shouts.
"Don't even think about yelling for your buddy, kid. My friends have specific orders to keep him inside, by any means necessary." He felt the older man smirk against his neck. "You and me have some unfinished business to take care of."
Eunhyuk's eyes squeezed shut as he felt rough hands slide under his shirt. It was completely different from earlier. This was not a passing brush or taunt. This was possessive in the cruelest possible way. Unable to think of anything else to do, Eunhyuk bit down on the hand covering his mouth, surprising the man enough for him to wrench his way out of the tight hold. He knew that he couldn't get away from his attacker, so he did the only thing that his frightened mind could think of...
He screamed.
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"Yes, Hyung...No, Hyung...Yes, we'll be leaving here in a few minutes...I know it's late, but we lost track of time...Funny, Hyung. No, that wasn't the only thing I lost...We will...Bye."
Once he hung up, he sighed. 'Teukie Hyung worries too much,' he thought as he pocketed his phone. He was about to go outside when he was stopped by two men, both roughly the size of two of him.
"Sorry, kid, but we can't let you leave," one said. The other nodded in agreement.
Yesung's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And why not?
"BiHyun's orders."
"Who's-"He paled as one word reached is ears.
"YESUUUUUNG!!!!!"
"Oh God," he murmured, hearing the fear and desperation in the cry. "It's him, isn't it?! That bastard from earlier!!" Another scream sent him into action as he tried to get past the much larger men, with no success.
'Dammit! What now?!'
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Eunhyuk released a sharp cry as he was slammed face-first against the wall and held there by BiHyun's body. He was unable to stop the tears from falling at the unwanted touch.
"Please," he choked out. "Don't do this...Please don't"
"We could have done things the easy way, but you just had to go and bite me." He smirked as he began tugging on the smaller boy's belt. "So the hard way, it is."
'Nononononothisisnothappeningthisisnothappening...' he mentally chanted as cruel hands went to work on his pants. The tears continued to fall as his mind all but shut down, unable to process what was going on.
Nothing, however, prepared him for the soul-shattering agony that surged through his body as the man forced himself into the boy in one violent thrust.
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Yesung hit the ground hard, his left arm all but useless.
'Dammit. If it wasn't broken before, it is now,' he thought as he struggled to his feet, bruised ribs protesting the action. To the men, he shouted, "Why won't you let me help him?!"
"Boss' orders."
"He wanted time alone with your little friend," the second man added.
All he could see was red. Without thinking, the raven haired singer charged the two men, actually succeeding in knocking one to the ground. The other, however, grabbed him by the hair and flung him into the wall, stunning him.
Shaking his head to clear it, he slowly stood. Before he was able to retaliate, Eunhyuk's agonized scream echoed throughout the nearly empty arcade, startling even the two attackers. Yesung, trying to take advantage of their distraction, attempted to run past them, but one had grabbed his broken arm, drawing a pained yelp from the singer.
His bandmate's continued cries brought tears to his eyes as he realized his own uselessness.
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Pain.
That was all he knew as the man continued the vicious assault on his battered and tired body. His attacker didn't care that he had been a virgin before now. What mattered to the man was fulfilling his own twisted pleasure, destroying his victim's innocence at the same time.
He cried out as the man grew impatient and increased the brutal pace he had already set, leaving the young rapper with the feeling of literally being ripped in two. Every bruising grip or hard thrust seemed to kill another small piece of his already breaking spirit. He stopped fighting against the belt that had been used to bind his wrists as he completely gave in, simply waiting for the nightmare to end.
After a few more minutes, the man groaned deeply, releasing into the younger boy. Pulling out just as savagely as he had entered, he watched the boy slowly slide down the wall to the ground, where he laid, dazed, only moving enough to pull up his jeans in order to cover himself.
Fixing his own clothes, BiHyun knelt down and brushed a hand across the boy's bruised cheek. "Hmm. Best I've had in a while. I think that I'll need to look you up again."
"Not if I can help it," a voice growled from behind him. Turning, the only thing the man saw was the metal pipe in Yesung's hand before it connected, effectively knocking him out.
Yesung nearly cried at the sight of his friend. His shirt was stretched it some places, and torn in others while his pants were undone and resting low on his hips, revealing light bruises that were quickly developing into darker ones. Reaching out, Yesung gently unhooked the belt, freeing the boy's wrists, which were deeply bruised and bleeding. His eyes were barely open, but he could see the pain reflected in the deep mahogany pools.
Reaching a shaking hand into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and called the police, along with an ambulance. After hanging up, he turned to the boy.
"It'll be okay, Hyukkie. Don't worry."
"H-Hyung, it hurts," he whimpered, crystalline tears streaming down his face as Yesung carefully pulled him into his lap.
"I know it does, but you'll be okay," the singer reassured, tears staining his own cheeks. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop it."
And that was how they stayed until the sirens reached their ears.
Pairing:Yesung and Eunhyuk(friends); eunhae
Rating:NC 16
Warning:noncon/angst/violence
Summary:A trip to the arcade ends in tragedy
Disclaimer:...After writing this, they're probably glad I don't own them...which I don't.
A/N:This is a COMPLETE 180 from my other fix. I wanted angst, and this came out.
"Hyung, let's go to the arcade," the rapper suggested, causing Yesung to pause the movie that he had been watching in favor of the other man.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go with-" He stopped as Eunhyuk's smile faltered slightly. Yesung mentally kicked himself for forgetting. Donghae had left to surprise his mother with a visit for her birthday. Their schedules, however, wouldn't allow for him to bring his boyfriend with him, therefore Eunhyuk was at the dorms with Yesung, who had nothing planned for that night.
"Well, we haven't really spent much time together in a while. I mean, between our schedules and me and Hae getting together, I miss spending time with you, just the two of us," Eunhyuk explained shyly, playing with the hem of his t-shirt.
Smiling, Yesung turned off the movie and stood, ruffling the younger boy's dirty blond hair. "Let me change, then we'll head out, okay?"
He lit up and, with an emphatic nod, ran to his room to change clothes as well. As the singer was changing, however, an uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.
'Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen?' he thought, pulling his shirt over his head.
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Eunhyuk had just finished buttoning his faded denim jeans when his cell phone rang, directing his attention to the singing item on his bed. He smiled brightly when he checked the caller ID.
~Hey, Babe. Miss me yet?~ came Donghae's cheery voice.
"Always," he replied. "How's your mom?"
~Heh, she's fine. She nearly fainted at the sight of me without you, though.~
Eunhyuk chuckled. "It has been a while since we've been apart, huh?"
~And I wouldn't want it any other way,~ he said. ~So, what're you doing?~
"Getting ready. Me and Yesung Hyung are going to the arcade in a bit."
There was silence before, ~Isn't that where that BiHyun creep hangs out?~
"I won't be alone, Hae. It'll be okay, so don't worry."
~I'll try not to, but you have to promise me that you'll tell Yesung Hyung about him and that you'll call me when you get there, 'kay?~
He rolled his eyes affectionately, but agreed, nonetheless. After saying their goodbyes, Eunhyuk hung up and left the room, only to narrowly avoid crashing into Yesung.
"Hey. I was just coming to get you. You ready to go?"
"Yeah, but there's something that I promised Hae I'd tell you first."
"Okay, shoot."
"Well, there's this guy that hangs out at the arcade. Whenever I go there, he's always coming on to me."
"Who wouldn't? I mean, not only are you cute, your famous."
Eunhyuk shook his head. "Not like this."
The older man's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? Did he do anything to you?"
He shrugged. "He's grabbed me a few times, but mainly, he just creeps me out."
Leaning back against the door, Yesung crossed his arms across his chest and gave the man a serious look. "Are you sure that we should go there, then? I mean, let's not tempt fate."
"It'll be fine. I really wanna go. Besides, you'll be there with me." He looked at the older boy pleadingly. "Please? Just for a little while."
After a moment of thought, Yesung sighed. "All right, but not for long, okay?"
"Thanks, Hyung."
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"Any sign of him?" Yesung asked as they entered the arcade.
The rapper nodded. "See that guy over by the back door? That's him."
Discreetly, Yesung turned in the direction that Eunhyuk had motioned toward. There, lurking in the shadowy area, was a man a couple of years older than himself, as well as a few inches taller, rivaling even Siwon. He was handsome with a powerful build, as well. What had him worried the most, though, was the look in the man's eyes as they fell on the young rapper. Both tensed when he smirked, pushing himself away from the wall he had been previously leaning against and walked over to the pair.
"Haven't seen you for a while. Finally ditch that loser?"
Glaring, Eunhyuk slapped away the arm that had been draped across his shoulders. "He's out of town."
"And he left you here alone? Some boyfriend. Why not just leave him and join me?"
"Cuz I love him, and you're a creep."
He stared at the younger man before turning his attention to Yesung. "What're you? The bodyguard?"
"The friend, now why don't you take off?" the singer snarled.
The man raised his arms in mock surrender. "Yeah, yeah. I was just leaving." As he walked past the two, he roughly shoved Yesung aside and leaned close to Eunhyuk's ear, placing a large hand underneath the boy's fitted t shirt and onto his stomach. "You'll change your mind, one way or another."
"Don't bet on it," he hissed through clenched teeth.
The man smirked. "We'll see." With that, he walked out of the arcade.
Eunhyuk released a shaky breath and dropped his head onto his hyung's shoulder. Yesung, also letting out a breath, reached up and ruffled the younger's hair.
"You okay?"
He smiled a bit. "Yeah. I'm good."
In an attempt to lighten the mood, Yesung smiled. "And here I didn't think that you even knew how to glare, Hyukkie," he joked.
Eunhyuk smiled back. "You guys just don't give me a reason to." He paused. "Well, Hae does, but yeah..." His mood brightened considerably. "I'll get tokens, okay?" Before Yesung could even give an answer, he was gone. Shaking his head, he pulled out his phone and called Donghae.
~Hey.~
"Hey, Donghae. Thought I'd be nice and let you know that we're here."
~Thanks. Where's Hyukkie?~
"Getting tokens."
~So...Is everything okay?~
"I met him, if that's what you mean."
~Is he okay?! Did that asshole try anything?!~
"Yeah, but Hyukkie did a good job. He handled it like a pro." He heard the relieved sigh over the phone. "Has it really been that bad?"
~He's like, obsessed, but it's his eyes that scare me, Hyung. They look almost-~
"Hungry," Yesung confirmed.
~Yeah.~
Yesung was about to reply when Eunhyuk returned.
"Who're you talking to?"
He smirked. "Your boyfriend."
The dancer's eyes widened. "Oh shit!! I was supposed to call when we got here!!"
Laughing, Yesung handed him his phone. "Here you go."
Smiling brightly, he took said phone. He and Donghae spoke for a couple of minutes before hanging up. He then returned the phone to it's owner.
"Thanks, Hyung."
"Sure thing." He had a feeling that the 'thank you' wasn't simply meant for the cell phone. "So, where to first?"
Eunhyuk smiled. "I wanna race."
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"Are there any video games here that you can't play?" Yesung grumbled as he lost for the hundredth time.
Eunhyuk chuckled. "Me, Hae, Kibummie, and Kyu come here all the time, so I've had plenty of practice, Hyung."
"So that's where my Kibummie's been going..." he mumbled to himself before glaring playfully. "Well, never again. I hate losing," he huffed. Eunhyuk rolled his eyes at the childish antics. "I saw that, brat," he said, unable to hide the smirk playing on his lips. "So, you ready to go back? I mean, it's late, and you've already beaten me at everything here."
"I guess."
Yesung nodded. "A'right. I just need to hit the bathroom, then make a call to the others, then we'll take off."
"Sure. I'll be out front. I need fresh air."
The singer looked at his bandmate before replying, "Right out front. Don't go anywhere. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Okay. I'll be right back." He then walked into the back where the bathrooms were while Eunhyuk walked outside.
Once outside, the dancer took a deep breath, then released it, allowing his body to relax. He noticed that it had gotten quite late, and that no one was out on the usually bustling street. A chill passed through him as he looked around the empty plaza. Not liking the feeling he was getting, Eunhyuk turned to re-enter the arcade when he was suddenly grabbed from behind, a large hand placed over his mouth.
Before he had a chance to react, he was dragged into an alleyway next to the arcade. He was then slammed into the wall, dazing the rapper. Once the dull pain faded, he saw that his attacker was none other than BiHyun, the man from the arcade.
"Well, well," he chuckled. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to keep people waiting?"
That question seemed to jump-start something, because Eunhyuk began to struggle in the larger man's tight grasp.
"Let me go, you bastard!!"
"I think not, now that I've got you exactly, where I want you."
Warning bells went off in his head. His struggles became more desperate as fear entered the picture. Eunhyuk opened his mouth to yell for help, but he was suddenly spun around, his back pressed against the man's chest. A hand once again covered the boy's mouth, stifling the shouts.
"Don't even think about yelling for your buddy, kid. My friends have specific orders to keep him inside, by any means necessary." He felt the older man smirk against his neck. "You and me have some unfinished business to take care of."
Eunhyuk's eyes squeezed shut as he felt rough hands slide under his shirt. It was completely different from earlier. This was not a passing brush or taunt. This was possessive in the cruelest possible way. Unable to think of anything else to do, Eunhyuk bit down on the hand covering his mouth, surprising the man enough for him to wrench his way out of the tight hold. He knew that he couldn't get away from his attacker, so he did the only thing that his frightened mind could think of...
He screamed.
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"Yes, Hyung...No, Hyung...Yes, we'll be leaving here in a few minutes...I know it's late, but we lost track of time...Funny, Hyung. No, that wasn't the only thing I lost...We will...Bye."
Once he hung up, he sighed. 'Teukie Hyung worries too much,' he thought as he pocketed his phone. He was about to go outside when he was stopped by two men, both roughly the size of two of him.
"Sorry, kid, but we can't let you leave," one said. The other nodded in agreement.
Yesung's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "And why not?
"BiHyun's orders."
"Who's-"He paled as one word reached is ears.
"YESUUUUUNG!!!!!"
"Oh God," he murmured, hearing the fear and desperation in the cry. "It's him, isn't it?! That bastard from earlier!!" Another scream sent him into action as he tried to get past the much larger men, with no success.
'Dammit! What now?!'
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Eunhyuk released a sharp cry as he was slammed face-first against the wall and held there by BiHyun's body. He was unable to stop the tears from falling at the unwanted touch.
"Please," he choked out. "Don't do this...Please don't"
"We could have done things the easy way, but you just had to go and bite me." He smirked as he began tugging on the smaller boy's belt. "So the hard way, it is."
'Nononononothisisnothappeningthisisnothappening...' he mentally chanted as cruel hands went to work on his pants. The tears continued to fall as his mind all but shut down, unable to process what was going on.
Nothing, however, prepared him for the soul-shattering agony that surged through his body as the man forced himself into the boy in one violent thrust.
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Yesung hit the ground hard, his left arm all but useless.
'Dammit. If it wasn't broken before, it is now,' he thought as he struggled to his feet, bruised ribs protesting the action. To the men, he shouted, "Why won't you let me help him?!"
"Boss' orders."
"He wanted time alone with your little friend," the second man added.
All he could see was red. Without thinking, the raven haired singer charged the two men, actually succeeding in knocking one to the ground. The other, however, grabbed him by the hair and flung him into the wall, stunning him.
Shaking his head to clear it, he slowly stood. Before he was able to retaliate, Eunhyuk's agonized scream echoed throughout the nearly empty arcade, startling even the two attackers. Yesung, trying to take advantage of their distraction, attempted to run past them, but one had grabbed his broken arm, drawing a pained yelp from the singer.
His bandmate's continued cries brought tears to his eyes as he realized his own uselessness.
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Pain.
That was all he knew as the man continued the vicious assault on his battered and tired body. His attacker didn't care that he had been a virgin before now. What mattered to the man was fulfilling his own twisted pleasure, destroying his victim's innocence at the same time.
He cried out as the man grew impatient and increased the brutal pace he had already set, leaving the young rapper with the feeling of literally being ripped in two. Every bruising grip or hard thrust seemed to kill another small piece of his already breaking spirit. He stopped fighting against the belt that had been used to bind his wrists as he completely gave in, simply waiting for the nightmare to end.
After a few more minutes, the man groaned deeply, releasing into the younger boy. Pulling out just as savagely as he had entered, he watched the boy slowly slide down the wall to the ground, where he laid, dazed, only moving enough to pull up his jeans in order to cover himself.
Fixing his own clothes, BiHyun knelt down and brushed a hand across the boy's bruised cheek. "Hmm. Best I've had in a while. I think that I'll need to look you up again."
"Not if I can help it," a voice growled from behind him. Turning, the only thing the man saw was the metal pipe in Yesung's hand before it connected, effectively knocking him out.
Yesung nearly cried at the sight of his friend. His shirt was stretched it some places, and torn in others while his pants were undone and resting low on his hips, revealing light bruises that were quickly developing into darker ones. Reaching out, Yesung gently unhooked the belt, freeing the boy's wrists, which were deeply bruised and bleeding. His eyes were barely open, but he could see the pain reflected in the deep mahogany pools.
Reaching a shaking hand into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and called the police, along with an ambulance. After hanging up, he turned to the boy.
"It'll be okay, Hyukkie. Don't worry."
"H-Hyung, it hurts," he whimpered, crystalline tears streaming down his face as Yesung carefully pulled him into his lap.
"I know it does, but you'll be okay," the singer reassured, tears staining his own cheeks. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop it."
And that was how they stayed until the sirens reached their ears.