3 OF 100! SUJU FICS CHALLENGE! *BLINDFOLD*
Pairing: Hankyung/Yesung
Theme: Blindfold
Rating: NC-17!!
I warn you of this fic! Can be disturbing..
He had fallen asleep in darkness. And he had awakened in darkness.
Hankyung couldn’t see anything. Was it still dark outside? No… something wasn’t right.
This was not his bed. He was on some hard surface that sent a shivering chill right through his clothes.
But why couldn’t he see? He went to go touch his eyes, but his arms stopped short. He tried again. No. His arms were restrained. He then tried to move his legs but they were bound too.
“Hello?” he called out in Chinese. Not a single sound.
This time he called out louder in Korean. “Hello?!”
He listened. If he listened hard enough he could hear the faint turning of a machine, and the low hum of a vent. When he inhaled, he immediately scowled at the vile smell of rancid oil. Where was he?!
As each second passed, the powerful beating of his heart threatened his chest. His palms were slicked with nervous sweat. His breathing became irregular with anxiety. This had to be some cruel dream.
It felt like hours had passed of him stuck there, alone. The more time passed the more panic arose in him. Where were the others when he needed them?
Out of nowhere the deafening resonance of a heavy, metal door bombarded his ears. He tried to cover them, but the tight binding on his wrists prevented him. The noise stopped though and now he could hear the resolute clicking of shoes approaching him.
Hankyung tried to turn his head towards the person, but he didn’t know which side they were coming from. “H-Hello?” his own voice sounded foreign with alarm.
Suddenly a disturbing, high laugh rose into the heavy air causing Hankyung to coil back into the solid surface.
“I never thought I would have to sink to this.” The person was definitely a male but their voice was so full of a callous irritation that he definitely knew it wasn’t any of the members. He felt a light touch to his wrists and he jolted with shock. “Heh. I didn’t want to have to restrain you. But there was no other way.”
“Who are you?” he dared to ask.
Another laugh. “Oh? So now you want to know who I am? You should’ve been like this before I decided to take you here.”
This person spoke as if he knew Hankyung. It was not reassuring in any way.
“Where is this place?” Hankyung already guessed the other wouldn’t tell him.
And indeed they completely ignored his question. “It’s such a pity I had to blindfold you too. I wanted to see the terror and regret flash through your eyes.”
Hankyung gasped as cold, ruthless hands attacked his skin, swiftly sliding his shirt up so that the bitter air nipped at him. His chest heaved as he lifted his bare back from touching the freezing surface, but he was roughly forced back down with a bruising strike to his ribs. He grimaced and felt his eyes burn with looming tears.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m doing what I’ve always wanted to do.”
Hankyung’s hands began to quiver as his arms tugged against the coarse binding of the rope. When he felt those hands hastily fumbling with the button to his pants, he only tried harder to free himself.
“Please. Stop what you’re doing.”
It was like the person didn’t even hear him though. More like he didn’t care. He could feel his pants being ripped open as his zipper broke. They were then wrenched off him so rashly that his shoulder blades abruptly scraped against the hard surface and he yelped out in anguish.
“Please. No more.”
Hankyung had never felt more violated in his life. The unsettling air in the room teasingly slithered over his exposed body. He didn’t know which part was the worst. The fact that he couldn’t use his hands to hide his body, the fact that he didn’t know who this person was, or the fact that he could only see darkness.
“You’re more flawless than I imagined.” The man sounded breathless with astonishment.
When uninvited fingertips wandered up Hankyung’s stomach, he squeezed his eyes shut even though he already could not see. His fingers clenched against his palm as he felt the man’s finger lightly draw a circle around one of his nipples. The man’s other hand raised to grasp Hankyung’s neck, a thumb tracing down his jaw line then up to his lips.
Hankyung apprehensively gulped. Soft breaths were soon sweeping upon his chin, and he drew in a breath as soon as a pair of smoldering, firm lips suffocated his own. His bottom lip was brutally bit, and not even a second later a hot, tongue invaded the confinements of his mouth. He tried to turn his face away but the other’s hand strongly gripped him in place. All he could feel was sweltering licks along his teeth. The other delved his tongue further into Hankyung’s mouth so that their tongues collided persistently. He couldn’t escape this overwhelming assault.
By the time this pitiless man pulled away, Hankyung was already dizzy from lack of oxygen. He just wanted to get away! He wanted to be with the other members. He just wanted to cook them Beijing fried rice. He just wanted to be free.
Yet he couldn’t even be free for one moment.
Those ravaging hands assailed down his chest, past his hips, right to his inner thighs. They had squeezed him so hard he could feel short nails plow right into his skin. Hankyung groaned as he clenched his jaw trying to run away from the burn.
“It hurts,” he sniveled, twisting his body as now those nails dragged upwards towards his most sensitive area.
A strong hand fiercely wrapped around the base of his flaccid member. The man gave it one fervent pump before a moist tongue tasted the tip. Soon a wet cavern began to envelop his length, and Hankyung shuddered since he couldn’t pull away. He had to suffer the sickening exploitation, the nauseating feeling of that thick, sliminess coating every inch of him.
To his amazement, the man stopped his actions and pulled away. “Why aren’t you getting aroused? This should feel good.” His words were laced with aggravation.
“I don’t want it. No more,” Hankyung whimpered, noting that tears were already scarring his cheeks.
The other sneered at this. Now becoming impatient he decided to cut to the chase. “Fine. I’ll just take it from you whether you enjoy it or not.”
The next few moments were a blur to Hankyung’s reeling mind. His legs being shoved apart as far as they could go. The noise of rustling garments being discarded to the ground.
All of a sudden Hankyung experienced excruciating agony as he felt something thick and rigid ram right into his constricted hole. His throat was on fire and he realized it was because he was screaming so intensely. At once he began to convulse as the man was repeatedly driving into him.
“Please. Stop it! It hurts. It hurts.” He was sobbing so hard that his Korean sounded broken. He wanted to be with the other members away from this pain.
But the vicious batter didn’t cease. His skin was beginning to break from the dry, rapid penetration. He ended up biting down on his lip so carelessly that blood began to seep out in throbbing amounts.
With each relentless thrust, the other’s body was beating against his. His head was pulsating to the extent that he couldn’t focus on anything. His breathing was so harsh and ragged that soon he started coughing uncontrollably, choking on saliva and bitter blood.
The next moment he felt fingers tangle into his hair, jerking his head up. Hankyung was trembling and panting, wondering what the man was going to do to him now.
However he heard that demanding voice utter into his ear.
“Every day for the rest of your life you will remember this. If you dare to even think of being with someone else, I want you to think of the fear and terror you feel now. You will always belong to me. And if you tell anyone else you love them, I will cut out your tongue.”
That was the last thing Hankyung remembered before he was submerged completely into the darkness.
xxxxxxxxx
There was a distant steady beeping.
A warmth seemed to be glowing directly on him.
“Hankyung… Hankyung are you awake?”
He had heard an inviting, familiar voice. Was that all a dream?
Hankyung blinked open his eyes, only to squint them as it was so bright in the room. When his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he was finally able to see.
“Oh!” his eyes widened as this was not his room. He looked over beside him and saw a very comforting face. “Yesung.”
Yesung kindly smiled at Hankyung, relief evident in his expression.
“Hankyung, you’re awake. Thank goodness.”
Hankyung looked at Yesung a bit confused. “Why? What happened to me?” As he asked this, he scanned the room noticing that he was at the hospital. The steady beeping he had heard was the heart monitor. A pastel gown was loosely covering him, and the table next to his bed was filled with gifts from fans.
“You’ve been out for the past three days.”
“What?!” Hankyung exclaimed, but suddenly the door to the room opened and in stepped Ryeowook.
But when Ryeowook saw to his ecstatic surprise that he was awake, he shouted loud for the rest of the group to hear. “Hankyung’s up! He’s up!!!”
Soon all the other members began to shuffle in, surrounding every inch of his bed.
“Glad you’re back,” Siwon smiled.
“Hey old man, I thought you were gonna die,” Heechul joked, a wide smile on his face.
Hankyung was so filled with delight, but he was still confused as to what happened. Surely that nightmare couldn’t have been true.
“What happened to me?” Hankyung looked up at all the others with expectant eyes, but frowned when he saw the members staring at each other uncomfortably.
Finally Leeteuk took his role as the leader, and began to explain.
Hankyung only felt dread in his heart as Leeteuk had told him that a few days ago, he was kidnapped. He was only missing for a few hours though as Yesung had received a phone call with Hankyung’s scared voice telling him the situation and where he was. But when Yesung found him he was laying on the floor in some decrepit building unconscious.
The last part was the hardest for Leeteuk to say. “The doctor said you had suffered unconsenting sex.”
Hankyung glanced at Ryeowook who was wiping at his eyes and even noticed Kibum’s brows were furrowed as if trying not to break down.
So it was true. A large, hard lump formed in Hankyung’s throat as he forced out the next words. “But I am fine now. I am safe with you guys.”
The members nodded at this as weak smiles appeared on a few of their faces.
“How long am I in here for?”
“The doctor said after you woke up, they would like to keep you for another week.” This time Yesung had spoken up.
Each member was studying Hankyung to see how he would react to this news.
But being the person he was, he grinned appreciative that they were all there for him. “Thank you guys. You mean so much to me.”
Grudgingly, Leeteuk looked at his watch. “It’s time to leave guys. We have schedule.”
Hankyung didn’t want to be left alone so soon! But he knew they would be back to visit him.
“Hey China man, eat this and you’ll feel better.” Sungmin had stepped over, fishing through his murse to take out a large, pumpkin muffin. He set it on the table next to a bouquet of flowers.
“Ya, we need you.” Kangin gave Hankyung a curt nod.
The members slowly drifted out of the room continually sending Hankyung reassuring smiles. Yesung lingered behind until the last person had left.
“Is something wrong?” Hankyung questioned, looking worried.
Yesung suddenly leaned down giving Hankyung a tender embrace. Hankyung smiled at the show of affection, really grateful that Yesung had found him from that miserable place.
“I love you,” Yesung gently sighed into Hankyung’s ear so that a warm, calming sensation rushed through him. “And if you ever say I love you to anyone else, I’ll cut out your tongue.”
O_O
THE END.
The other fics are located at the Ivelle LJ.
3 Defeated. 97 to Go!
100 SUJU FICS
Theme: Blindfold
Rating: NC-17!!
I warn you of this fic! Can be disturbing..
He had fallen asleep in darkness. And he had awakened in darkness.
Hankyung couldn’t see anything. Was it still dark outside? No… something wasn’t right.
This was not his bed. He was on some hard surface that sent a shivering chill right through his clothes.
But why couldn’t he see? He went to go touch his eyes, but his arms stopped short. He tried again. No. His arms were restrained. He then tried to move his legs but they were bound too.
“Hello?” he called out in Chinese. Not a single sound.
This time he called out louder in Korean. “Hello?!”
He listened. If he listened hard enough he could hear the faint turning of a machine, and the low hum of a vent. When he inhaled, he immediately scowled at the vile smell of rancid oil. Where was he?!
As each second passed, the powerful beating of his heart threatened his chest. His palms were slicked with nervous sweat. His breathing became irregular with anxiety. This had to be some cruel dream.
It felt like hours had passed of him stuck there, alone. The more time passed the more panic arose in him. Where were the others when he needed them?
Out of nowhere the deafening resonance of a heavy, metal door bombarded his ears. He tried to cover them, but the tight binding on his wrists prevented him. The noise stopped though and now he could hear the resolute clicking of shoes approaching him.
Hankyung tried to turn his head towards the person, but he didn’t know which side they were coming from. “H-Hello?” his own voice sounded foreign with alarm.
Suddenly a disturbing, high laugh rose into the heavy air causing Hankyung to coil back into the solid surface.
“I never thought I would have to sink to this.” The person was definitely a male but their voice was so full of a callous irritation that he definitely knew it wasn’t any of the members. He felt a light touch to his wrists and he jolted with shock. “Heh. I didn’t want to have to restrain you. But there was no other way.”
“Who are you?” he dared to ask.
Another laugh. “Oh? So now you want to know who I am? You should’ve been like this before I decided to take you here.”
This person spoke as if he knew Hankyung. It was not reassuring in any way.
“Where is this place?” Hankyung already guessed the other wouldn’t tell him.
And indeed they completely ignored his question. “It’s such a pity I had to blindfold you too. I wanted to see the terror and regret flash through your eyes.”
Hankyung gasped as cold, ruthless hands attacked his skin, swiftly sliding his shirt up so that the bitter air nipped at him. His chest heaved as he lifted his bare back from touching the freezing surface, but he was roughly forced back down with a bruising strike to his ribs. He grimaced and felt his eyes burn with looming tears.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m doing what I’ve always wanted to do.”
Hankyung’s hands began to quiver as his arms tugged against the coarse binding of the rope. When he felt those hands hastily fumbling with the button to his pants, he only tried harder to free himself.
“Please. Stop what you’re doing.”
It was like the person didn’t even hear him though. More like he didn’t care. He could feel his pants being ripped open as his zipper broke. They were then wrenched off him so rashly that his shoulder blades abruptly scraped against the hard surface and he yelped out in anguish.
“Please. No more.”
Hankyung had never felt more violated in his life. The unsettling air in the room teasingly slithered over his exposed body. He didn’t know which part was the worst. The fact that he couldn’t use his hands to hide his body, the fact that he didn’t know who this person was, or the fact that he could only see darkness.
“You’re more flawless than I imagined.” The man sounded breathless with astonishment.
When uninvited fingertips wandered up Hankyung’s stomach, he squeezed his eyes shut even though he already could not see. His fingers clenched against his palm as he felt the man’s finger lightly draw a circle around one of his nipples. The man’s other hand raised to grasp Hankyung’s neck, a thumb tracing down his jaw line then up to his lips.
Hankyung apprehensively gulped. Soft breaths were soon sweeping upon his chin, and he drew in a breath as soon as a pair of smoldering, firm lips suffocated his own. His bottom lip was brutally bit, and not even a second later a hot, tongue invaded the confinements of his mouth. He tried to turn his face away but the other’s hand strongly gripped him in place. All he could feel was sweltering licks along his teeth. The other delved his tongue further into Hankyung’s mouth so that their tongues collided persistently. He couldn’t escape this overwhelming assault.
By the time this pitiless man pulled away, Hankyung was already dizzy from lack of oxygen. He just wanted to get away! He wanted to be with the other members. He just wanted to cook them Beijing fried rice. He just wanted to be free.
Yet he couldn’t even be free for one moment.
Those ravaging hands assailed down his chest, past his hips, right to his inner thighs. They had squeezed him so hard he could feel short nails plow right into his skin. Hankyung groaned as he clenched his jaw trying to run away from the burn.
“It hurts,” he sniveled, twisting his body as now those nails dragged upwards towards his most sensitive area.
A strong hand fiercely wrapped around the base of his flaccid member. The man gave it one fervent pump before a moist tongue tasted the tip. Soon a wet cavern began to envelop his length, and Hankyung shuddered since he couldn’t pull away. He had to suffer the sickening exploitation, the nauseating feeling of that thick, sliminess coating every inch of him.
To his amazement, the man stopped his actions and pulled away. “Why aren’t you getting aroused? This should feel good.” His words were laced with aggravation.
“I don’t want it. No more,” Hankyung whimpered, noting that tears were already scarring his cheeks.
The other sneered at this. Now becoming impatient he decided to cut to the chase. “Fine. I’ll just take it from you whether you enjoy it or not.”
The next few moments were a blur to Hankyung’s reeling mind. His legs being shoved apart as far as they could go. The noise of rustling garments being discarded to the ground.
All of a sudden Hankyung experienced excruciating agony as he felt something thick and rigid ram right into his constricted hole. His throat was on fire and he realized it was because he was screaming so intensely. At once he began to convulse as the man was repeatedly driving into him.
“Please. Stop it! It hurts. It hurts.” He was sobbing so hard that his Korean sounded broken. He wanted to be with the other members away from this pain.
But the vicious batter didn’t cease. His skin was beginning to break from the dry, rapid penetration. He ended up biting down on his lip so carelessly that blood began to seep out in throbbing amounts.
With each relentless thrust, the other’s body was beating against his. His head was pulsating to the extent that he couldn’t focus on anything. His breathing was so harsh and ragged that soon he started coughing uncontrollably, choking on saliva and bitter blood.
The next moment he felt fingers tangle into his hair, jerking his head up. Hankyung was trembling and panting, wondering what the man was going to do to him now.
However he heard that demanding voice utter into his ear.
“Every day for the rest of your life you will remember this. If you dare to even think of being with someone else, I want you to think of the fear and terror you feel now. You will always belong to me. And if you tell anyone else you love them, I will cut out your tongue.”
That was the last thing Hankyung remembered before he was submerged completely into the darkness.
xxxxxxxxx
There was a distant steady beeping.
A warmth seemed to be glowing directly on him.
“Hankyung… Hankyung are you awake?”
He had heard an inviting, familiar voice. Was that all a dream?
Hankyung blinked open his eyes, only to squint them as it was so bright in the room. When his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he was finally able to see.
“Oh!” his eyes widened as this was not his room. He looked over beside him and saw a very comforting face. “Yesung.”
Yesung kindly smiled at Hankyung, relief evident in his expression.
“Hankyung, you’re awake. Thank goodness.”
Hankyung looked at Yesung a bit confused. “Why? What happened to me?” As he asked this, he scanned the room noticing that he was at the hospital. The steady beeping he had heard was the heart monitor. A pastel gown was loosely covering him, and the table next to his bed was filled with gifts from fans.
“You’ve been out for the past three days.”
“What?!” Hankyung exclaimed, but suddenly the door to the room opened and in stepped Ryeowook.
But when Ryeowook saw to his ecstatic surprise that he was awake, he shouted loud for the rest of the group to hear. “Hankyung’s up! He’s up!!!”
Soon all the other members began to shuffle in, surrounding every inch of his bed.
“Glad you’re back,” Siwon smiled.
“Hey old man, I thought you were gonna die,” Heechul joked, a wide smile on his face.
Hankyung was so filled with delight, but he was still confused as to what happened. Surely that nightmare couldn’t have been true.
“What happened to me?” Hankyung looked up at all the others with expectant eyes, but frowned when he saw the members staring at each other uncomfortably.
Finally Leeteuk took his role as the leader, and began to explain.
Hankyung only felt dread in his heart as Leeteuk had told him that a few days ago, he was kidnapped. He was only missing for a few hours though as Yesung had received a phone call with Hankyung’s scared voice telling him the situation and where he was. But when Yesung found him he was laying on the floor in some decrepit building unconscious.
The last part was the hardest for Leeteuk to say. “The doctor said you had suffered unconsenting sex.”
Hankyung glanced at Ryeowook who was wiping at his eyes and even noticed Kibum’s brows were furrowed as if trying not to break down.
So it was true. A large, hard lump formed in Hankyung’s throat as he forced out the next words. “But I am fine now. I am safe with you guys.”
The members nodded at this as weak smiles appeared on a few of their faces.
“How long am I in here for?”
“The doctor said after you woke up, they would like to keep you for another week.” This time Yesung had spoken up.
Each member was studying Hankyung to see how he would react to this news.
But being the person he was, he grinned appreciative that they were all there for him. “Thank you guys. You mean so much to me.”
Grudgingly, Leeteuk looked at his watch. “It’s time to leave guys. We have schedule.”
Hankyung didn’t want to be left alone so soon! But he knew they would be back to visit him.
“Hey China man, eat this and you’ll feel better.” Sungmin had stepped over, fishing through his murse to take out a large, pumpkin muffin. He set it on the table next to a bouquet of flowers.
“Ya, we need you.” Kangin gave Hankyung a curt nod.
The members slowly drifted out of the room continually sending Hankyung reassuring smiles. Yesung lingered behind until the last person had left.
“Is something wrong?” Hankyung questioned, looking worried.
Yesung suddenly leaned down giving Hankyung a tender embrace. Hankyung smiled at the show of affection, really grateful that Yesung had found him from that miserable place.
“I love you,” Yesung gently sighed into Hankyung’s ear so that a warm, calming sensation rushed through him. “And if you ever say I love you to anyone else, I’ll cut out your tongue.”
O_O
THE END.
The other fics are located at the Ivelle LJ.
3 Defeated. 97 to Go!
100 SUJU FICS