Cleansing Cream
Title: Cleansing Cream
Author: mushnrice
Pairing: Dooseung, Junseob, Kiwoon
Rating: R
Warnings: Gang rape, hints of sex...
Words: 4,184
Summary: Uhm. Angst, with a happy ending? I suck at summaries, so, read it! ^^" Comments are very much loved!
Cleansing Cream
Hyunseung can’t say anything - not when he’s being pushed roughly underneath water. It swirls, choking him, entering through his nose and mouth, and some even gets in his ears, but he can’t find the energy to fight back against whoever is pushing him into the tub. Was it even a tub? Hyunseung can’t see, whenever he opens his eyes water prickles at his eyeballs and it hurts. His glasses are already far gone, them having slipped off his nose when his face had been pressed into the water.
Laughter is filling the air around him, and Hyunseung is trying hard not to cry, but it’s hard not to when he knows he looks like a drowned cat, yowling and scratching mentally to get free.
A few minutes later, or is it months or even years later, he is fished out from the water and he clings tightly to whoever is holding him, supporting him, and he desperately tries not to let the tears formed beneath his closed lids slip down his cheek.
“It’s alright, you’re safe, it’s okay,” the voice soothes, and Hyunseung relaxes lightly in his grip, he’s not even sure where they are going, but he can hear the student’s chattering fading. Chilly wind is blowing at his wet pant legs - whoever just dumped him in water didn’t spare any part of him (and his uniform, his aunty was sure to scold him again later). The rocking motion of the person carrying him calms him, and he feels the adrenaline wearing off, tiredness seeping into his body like a chilly cold. He is soon slipping off into oblivion, arms tight around the other’s neck, and he is vaguely aware of other hands holding towels out.
-
“Dear, are you awake?”
A finger is at his waist, poking the pieces of body there, and Hyunseung is squirming away, trying not to laugh, but he can’t help it, and then laughter is bursting out in short breaths. He spews and coughs out liquid, tasting the bitter taste of water kept in his mouth for too long.
“There you go, all flushed out!”
The cheery voice seems out of place after what just happened, and Hyunseung blinks several times, mind still uncomprehending.
“Are you hungry? Want some food?”
Bread was then pushed at his mouth, and Hyunseung recoiled slightly, stunned. The brown orbs belonging to the other person were hidden for a second - his eyelids shut and then reopened.
“Did I frighten you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Here, I’ll share.”
The hand holding the bread retracted, and then the boy (Hyunseung really had to find out his name, it was awkward always referring to him as the boy) tore the white bread into two with his hands. He held out one side of it and smiled.
“Here you go!”
He couldn’t help it. The affection shown to him was amazing. Laughter was out and filling the room, one side of the other boy’s lips curving up in response.
“My name is Doojoon. You’re Hyunseung.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a fact. And somehow, Hyunseung wondered Doojoon managed to find out his name.
-
Over the days, Hyunseung would notice that the bullies somehow began to disappear - shying away from him even, avoiding him in the hallways. This wasn’t expected. Normally they would bang into him, make him drop his books and sometimes his glasses, then slam him into the nearest locker and threaten him.
It was foreign, to be avoided by people who had been torturing him for so long.
The next surprise came in the form of a young blonde boy, Yang Yoseob, someone who was in his class ever since he’s been in it, just that he didn’t take notice of him. It was lunch period, and he was heading towards where he normally spent this time (In the library, holed up, just that he’ll say he is studying hard instead of wasting time.)
“Hyunseung-hyung, nice to meet you! My name is Yang Yoseob!” He had introduced himself, cheeks puffy with his smile. Then he had linked his arm with Hyunseung and began pulling him towards the cafeteria.
“Come sit with us! I can introduce you to my friends!”
Apparently his circle of friends included Yong Junhyung, a “cool” person, junior just like them, Lee Kikwang, neighborhood babo, sophomore, Son Dongwoon, mature, awkward but who still had his tendencies of being whiny (and Hyunseung reacted with surprise when he learnt that Dongwoon was the same age of Kikwang, younger even, because it was as if Son Dongwoon would be much older than him.)
And then there was Yoon Doojoon. Hyunseung had averted his eyes to the floor by now, unused to the sudden attention of the rest of them, when Doojoon was introduced.
Yoon Doojoon. Soccer captain, head prefect, everything about him was labeled as perfect. And Hyunseung felt himself shriveling inside further.
When they were about to continue eating though, Hyunseung managed to slip away unnoticed by the group, only seen again by Yoseob after the bell rang. (He didn’t hide in the library; he went out to the garden, afraid of being pulled back by the hyperactive blonde.)
The cutie pie had pouted and wheedled about how Hyunseung ‘ran away’ from their group and how he could make it up to them. And in the end, Hyunseung had to relent and go out with them after school.
-
Hyunseung had his first laughs in days, when Kikwang managed to walk straight into the street lamp in daylight, talking to Yoseob (Who had noticed where Kikwang was heading, just that he kept quiet). And he didn’t notice the rest of the group’s lips lifting in slight response to his high pitched laughter (why he was bullied in the first place).
In fact, he laughed so much he didn’t see where he was going and light headed with laughter, managed to stumble smack dab into the street lamp himself.
-
Slowly but surely, Hyunseung began to open up to the group, Yoseob running after him and dragging him back to join the group when he just wandered off by himself in school.
“Come on, we’re your friends now! You have no need to go by yourself and be lonely!” He had cried, wrapping his whole body around Hyunseung’s frail arm, and then sitting down onto the floor when Hyunseung refused to turn back. Hyunseung fell too, fell atop on the blonde who was still gripping onto his arm.
“You okay?” Another voice called from behind, and Hyunseung mentally berated himself for appearing so unglam in front of his cru-…
Doojon easily (Hyunseung weighed at most fifty five kilograms, but him and Yoseob’s weight combined were no joke) lifted them both upright again and set them feet down onto the floor.
And Hyunseung tried to ignore his speeding heart going out of control.
-
“Hyunseung-ah! There you are!”
A warm palm landed against his back and Hyunseung choked over his book. He really choked on his saliva, and as he did, his glasses flew off and into the grass in front of him. The book he was in possession of dropped onto the ground and closed with a soft thump. Doojoon let loose a cry of surprise, before he swiped them up and off the ground, dabbing at the dirt speckled spectacles slightly with the front of his uniform.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Anyway, I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me to a party tonight. Junhyung’s birthday is two weeks later,” He noted Hyunseung’s apprehensive look, and he reached out to place the glasses back on Hyunseung’s nose, fluffing down the side bangs that popped when he did so “-and he wanted to personally invite you, but he’s in detention for setting a kid’s pants on fire,” Hyunseung’s eyes widened even further, and Doojoon hurried to calm him down, “-but if you don’t wanna come it’s okay.”
Doojoon could see Hyunseung hesitating, and his heart clenched. He really wanted the feminine boy to come, really wanted him to open up and out of his shell that he had built. Oh well…
A sigh of disappointment perforated the air, and Doojoon dropped his head, just slightly.
“Darn. I really wanted you to come. Oh well…” Disappointment was laced in his words, and Doojoon stood up to leave, hiding the laugh that threatened to burst out at the other’s innocent naivety. Hyunseung was staring up at Doojoon, very much looking like a deer caught in headlights, eyes conflicted.
Doojoon took the first step away from the boy. A hand around his arm stopped him in his steps, and Doojoon grinned inwardly. The thin frail and white hand around his arm (It couldn’t even go all the way round, his hand was so small. Doojoon would say that his body was muscular, but Junhyung would beg to differ.)
“Alright… I’ll go. Provided you stay with me there…”
The request wasn’t out of place, coming from someone who probably had never stepped into a club, and Doojoon was going to help Hyunseung as much as possible, so he nodded. He smiled and wound his arms around Hyunseung’s wiry body, then pulled him up.
“Dongwoon’s better than me in the fashion department, then we’ll go over to Kikwang and ask him to bring you to a salon, oh and Yoseob can help you put some make up on! Not that you need it, your face is flawless. Just a bit of eyeliner th-”
Hyunseung was dazed. Make up? What?
-
Music was pounding, rolling in waves off the grand white house, and Hyunseung was shocked. He nearly wanted to back out now, but the iron grip on his shoulder (Yoseob was really useless to fight against, Hyunseung would lose, badly.) The heavy smell of alcohol hung in the house, making it reek, and Hyunseung resisted the urge to pinch his nose, because he was a good boy and good boys don’t drink.
Guys (Yes, guys, because Junhyung was gay and out rightly proud of it) were spilled over the front lawn (it was as if a giant had filled a barrel with guys, then threw it onto the front lawn and sent them flying, save the broken bones and wounds), some with the shirts off, some without pants, some muscular, some …flabby… and Hyunseung had to avert his eyes from two guys who were literally sucking faces off each other, hands wandering in places that weren’t appropriate.
He shied away from a hand curling its way around the bottom of his leg and had to restrain a whimper when a guy began to rub his face up and down the tight jean pants, mewling and clearly intoxicated. Hyunseung ran for his life, kicking the guy away with his newly acquired high tops, into the house and then slamming the door. Yoseob’s laughter trailed after him as the blonde boy too, made his way into the house and began to lead Hyunseung towards Junhyung. (In Hyunseung’s hand he held a rather innocent present - a book for reading pleasure, but after seeing Junhyung’s party he really wondered if he had gotten the correct present.
The birthday boy had his arm curled securely around one boy - Hyunseung recognized them as Hongki (from English major) and then Yoseob slipped away from his side to crawl underneath the other arm, snuggling up to Junhyung.
Hyunseung was reminded of a king surrounded by his harem. Gulping, he threaded his way towards the host (unlike Yoseob, Yoseob just stepped onto a guy without realizing it.) and held out his present to him.
“Uhm, hey, Junhyung-sshi. Happy birthday.”
Junhyung simply tilted his head backwards and eyed the pretty boy shuffling awkwardly in one spot with one hand held out, taking his time to scrutinize the normally conservative boy. Dongwoon had given him a pair of black tight ripped jeans (ripped at his thighs, and boy were they like the colour of milk) and a tight white v-necked shirt, pairing a red leather jacket outside with chains and other embellishments on it. Kikwang - oh bless him, had sent him off to a rather famous salon and had them cut and curl his hair so that it was slightly wavy. Just slightly wavy, the curls barely defined. He had retained his original black hair color (in fact, Hyunseung had to argue with Kikwang about the hair color, the boy wanted him to dye his hair orange, and Hyunseung knew that Kikwang wasn’t really an idiot, and he really would have his way, but he really wanted to keep a nerdy part of himself.) And then there was Yoseob who helped him with his makeup. Yoseob had the easiet job, him only having to draw on a few strokes of eyeliner (foundation and concealer? What foundation and concealer?) and then a tiny bit of lip gloss.
“Heeey Hyunseung-ah. You look really good. Dooj’s a lucky bastard.”
Hyunseung mentally frowned at the name he gave to Doojoon, before he gently set the present in Junhyung’s laps.
“Where’s he anyway? He promised to take care of me.”
Junhyung and Yoseob exchanged sly glances, before the birthday boy nudged a key towards Hyunseung.
“Up the stairs, furthest room on your right, don’t ask why it’s locked. Go, boy, go get your prize. And uhm, you might want to prepare your eyes.”
Anticipation curled in his stomach, and for some reason, he felt excited. So he turned, and after looking back at Yoseob who threw him a look which said ‘go’, he began to walk again.
This time, he didn’t care about who he stepped on.
-
“Doojoon-sunbaenim?”
Silence greeted his words, and Hyunseung allowed himself to slip further into the room. A pair of bleak eyes stared back at him, and Hyunseung took a tentative step forward towards the bed.
“Ahh… You were looking for Doojoon?”
That voice didn’t belong to Yoon Doojoon, and that voice… That voice… Eyes widening, he began to back up at a rapid pace…
…Only to be stopped when he hit another person’s chest. The key he was clutching onto - that key most probably could unlock the door which contained Doojoon fell to the floor with a light tinkle and he grasped out for it, but the person behind him beat him to it, and hands wound around his waist, tugging upwards. He vaguely heard the click of the door and wondered, just how many people were in this room?
Air left his lungs with an ‘oof’, and once that he found out he couldn’t breath - the arms around him were too tight and there’s another hand coming up to cover his nose, he began to struggle hard, crying out for Doojoon. Thumps sounded on the wall on his right, muffled cries coming up, Hyunseung looked through watery eyes at the erratic beats on the right wall, but the boys in front of him took no notice, instead, the one on the bed began to stand up and remove his clothes - top first, then those pieces of clothing were thrown haphazardly away from the bully’s path towards Hyunseung.
The room was dank and dark, only a swinging light from the ceiling illuminated the room, and it was dim - faint music was leaking into the room, and Hyunseung could barely make out the beats. If he screamed, no one would notice. A red light was flashing in a corner (someone’s device, he had forgotten to switch it off), and Hyunseung started to struggle again, kicking out weakly, and he managed to get his foot up high enough to strike at the lead bully’s face. He saw the flash of anger crossing the other’s visage, and then Hyunseung smiled.
Finally, he was able to strike back like he always wanted.
A tight slap was landed on his face, and automatically, his left hand came up to cup at the bruise forming there. Snarls - he could hear the other person cursing and swearing at him, but he didn’t care. Blows were rained down on him, face, shoulders, chest, his shirt tore through, holes gaping, and milky skin was revealed, soon painted over by blows, bruises.
And bites; a bite to his clavicle, to his exposed nipple, to the barely there abs.
What was supposed to be painful happened. But he felt no pain.
The arms which were already tight around him tightened further, and Hyunseung gasped louder (this he could feel, his air supply being cut off quicker), hand coming up to hook at his captive’s arm around his neck, and he noted, a slight smile curving up his glossed lips, with a faint sense of irony that…
In his haste, he had entered the room before the last.
-
It wasn’t quick, to say the least. His captors seemed to enjoy taking their time with him, but after the first few times, the bursts of stabbing pain up his spine, the pain at his hole, the wounds all over his body, they stopped hurting. And then as he was passed around from man to man, held up by his armpits and jostled and shoved all over the room - on the bed, the floor, the chair, even against the wall, his face still remained in the same serene position that it was in ever since they started.
Numb.
The jeans, which Dongwoon had taken such a long time to choose out, were torn, ripped from the holes, hanging over the chair he had first been taken on. Strips of cum and droplets of blood covered the leather surface, as well as its backing.
Then there was his shirt, which was strung over corner of the bed. Water darkened the color of the shirt and made it slightly see through, and Hyunseung vaguely realized that it was his tears.
The tears he never even knew he was leaking.
Then there his underwear, torn to shreds, now how did they get up there? They were dangling from the light, covering part of the eerie glow; it must have gotten up there when the lead bully had thrown it without a care for where it was headed to.
His hair which had been so carefully styled and caressed with by a comb, were mussed and sticking out in different directions. Hyunseung mentally told himself to apologize to Kikwang. He didn’t want neighborhood Babokwang to cry about how his efforts were all wasted.
The eyeliner was smudged; he had the tears to blame for that. The lip gloss had already been spread, sticky sweet all over different parts of other people’s bodies, cock, ass, and even around his mouth.
Maybe Yoseob could teach him how to do his own basic makeup. Next time the junior wouldn’t have to bother his classmate for dates. With Doojoon? Yeah, with Doojoon.
The hands on his body were tight, and Hyunseung realized that cum was spilling onto his face, and he shut his eyes against the stream, feeling the sticky mixture running down his face, dragging the lines of eyeliner down his face.
A sigh passed through his lips and he continued to let his body be abused and ravaged by those savages.
-
He was found in the morning on the side of the bed, hidden from plain view when you opened the door. People had come to check, and they had opened the door, but they never bothered to really walk into the room. He was found when everyone had left, by Kikwang, who simply shrieked in delight at the sight of the naked boy yelling ‘Hyung-deul, I found him, he’s here!’ Rushing in, he began to lift up the unconscious Hyunseung, a smile stretching his face, and as he really began to take in the elder, his smile retreated, then opened in an O. His eyes blown wide, he began to gently shake at the boy, truly panicking when he couldn’t wake up the boy.
“Hyung-deul! Hyunseung hyung won’t wake up!”
Splotches of black and blue colored his skin, in the shape of hands, there was dried cum all over his body, and blood. There was blood trailing all over the room, from where he had been dragged, from place to place without mercy, ending at where he lay. Kikwang could barely trace the blood spots - there were simply too many of them.
The rest of the group spilled into the room, but Doojoon was the first to react. Running in, he knocked Kikwang’s hands away and supported the naked boy, swishing his jacket off to cover him.
-
There were tears after the whole ordeal - Hyunseung only realized what had truly happened to him after Doojoon smacked him awake after he apologized to Junhyung for messing up the room, to Dongwoon, for destroying his clothes, to Yoseob, for streaking his makeup, to Kikwang, for spoiling the hair.
He had apologized and apologized over and over again until Yoseob was crying, Dongwoon had Kikwang’s face in his chest, Junhyung was stiff, and then he hid out in the bathroom, in the bathtub scrubbing and scrubbing at his skin with the loufa and his fingers with soap and even shampoo until his skin was red and raw and painful to even touch, and then Doojoon couldn’t bear it anymore - he smacked Hyunseung.
That woke him up, and then he spent the whole night crying into Doojoon’s arms, ensconced safely close to his heart.
-
The bullies were caught, caught by Doojoon, Junhyung and Dongwoon (who mainly just cheered from the side but he still did help) and they were given a good pummeling. Well, that was before Hyunseung identified his attackers to the police. Then they were caught, and bundled off to holding cells, and then probably jail.
Doojoon secretly wished that they would be sent to jail for a long, long time.
-
Soft caresses, gentles touches and teasing fingers trailed their way along his body, and Hyunseung arched his back, mouth open, soundless moans and mewls exploding from his mouth. Doojoon was grinning; that cocky bastard. Shimmying down the calm Doojoon, Hyunseung shimmied of the other’s pants and put his mouth to good use.
Needless to say, Doojoon wasn’t calm anymore.
The entrance wasn’t easy, it reminded him of pain, and Doojoon had to work hard at relaxing the tense Hyunseung, but once Doojoon was fully sheathed and was stroking Hyunseung’s soft black hair with lube sticky fingers, Hyunseung gave in to the pleasure.
The room they were in wasn’t sound proof, but then they could hear Kikwang and Dongwoon from the room next door, and then there was Junhyung and Yoseob.
They weren’t soft either.
The after glow was spent by them nuzzling up to each other; light touches and strokes whiling their time away.
-
What the bullies had bullied Hyunseung for, they were now bullied for too (just that those people who bullied them didn't dare to do it when they were in a group, just like with Doojoon and clique). Somehow, Hyunseung was glad to see them with their arms around other guys, kissy faces made every few seconds. He had left the café silently, unable to face them, yet still gratified that they were living their lives.
-
Doojoon was waiting for him in the nearest park. They had agreed to meet there with the rest of the group after the whole group’s first day in college, and Hyunseung could spot him a mile away, talking to Yoseob. Hyunseung broke into a run, and he wrapped his arms around the taller male, snuggling into his back with a tiny smile. Doojoon swung him round (Hyunseung never gained weight, and was still as light as any male his age could be), wrapping his arms around the other waist. Hyunseung hooked his upper limbs around the other’s neck and pressed a light kiss to his lips, smile turning into a full blown grin.
As Kikwang whined on and on about how Dongwoon was never on time, about how the Junseob couple likes to molest each other under the desk in lectures (That elicited several girly smacks from Junhyung and a slap on the head from Yoseob), and Dongwoon ran up to the gathered group, a coffee tray held securely in between his hands.
They were laughing then, laughing and resting, and doing everything a group of close friends would do. And as Doojoon wrapped a secure arm around his waist, feather like kisses pressed every seconds to his forehead, Hyunseung settled back against the human cushion and smiled, rather much like a content cat.
And Jang Hyunseung was content.
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Inspired by Cleansing Cream - Brown Eyed Girls, the MV and lyrics are really… ;_;” as well as nekkajitge unnie (if you see this, this fic is for you), who has been feeding me constantly with Dooseung, go read 꼭두각시 [Puppet] … Hehe… ^^” Not really pleased with this fic… I’ll revise it as soon as I have the time. And I don't have any swear words in here right? That's really cool! /not gonna bother reading through the whole thing again/
Author: mushnrice
Pairing: Dooseung, Junseob, Kiwoon
Rating: R
Warnings: Gang rape, hints of sex...
Words: 4,184
Summary: Uhm. Angst, with a happy ending? I suck at summaries, so, read it! ^^" Comments are very much loved!
Cleansing Cream
Hyunseung can’t say anything - not when he’s being pushed roughly underneath water. It swirls, choking him, entering through his nose and mouth, and some even gets in his ears, but he can’t find the energy to fight back against whoever is pushing him into the tub. Was it even a tub? Hyunseung can’t see, whenever he opens his eyes water prickles at his eyeballs and it hurts. His glasses are already far gone, them having slipped off his nose when his face had been pressed into the water.
Laughter is filling the air around him, and Hyunseung is trying hard not to cry, but it’s hard not to when he knows he looks like a drowned cat, yowling and scratching mentally to get free.
A few minutes later, or is it months or even years later, he is fished out from the water and he clings tightly to whoever is holding him, supporting him, and he desperately tries not to let the tears formed beneath his closed lids slip down his cheek.
“It’s alright, you’re safe, it’s okay,” the voice soothes, and Hyunseung relaxes lightly in his grip, he’s not even sure where they are going, but he can hear the student’s chattering fading. Chilly wind is blowing at his wet pant legs - whoever just dumped him in water didn’t spare any part of him (and his uniform, his aunty was sure to scold him again later). The rocking motion of the person carrying him calms him, and he feels the adrenaline wearing off, tiredness seeping into his body like a chilly cold. He is soon slipping off into oblivion, arms tight around the other’s neck, and he is vaguely aware of other hands holding towels out.
-
“Dear, are you awake?”
A finger is at his waist, poking the pieces of body there, and Hyunseung is squirming away, trying not to laugh, but he can’t help it, and then laughter is bursting out in short breaths. He spews and coughs out liquid, tasting the bitter taste of water kept in his mouth for too long.
“There you go, all flushed out!”
The cheery voice seems out of place after what just happened, and Hyunseung blinks several times, mind still uncomprehending.
“Are you hungry? Want some food?”
Bread was then pushed at his mouth, and Hyunseung recoiled slightly, stunned. The brown orbs belonging to the other person were hidden for a second - his eyelids shut and then reopened.
“Did I frighten you? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Here, I’ll share.”
The hand holding the bread retracted, and then the boy (Hyunseung really had to find out his name, it was awkward always referring to him as the boy) tore the white bread into two with his hands. He held out one side of it and smiled.
“Here you go!”
He couldn’t help it. The affection shown to him was amazing. Laughter was out and filling the room, one side of the other boy’s lips curving up in response.
“My name is Doojoon. You’re Hyunseung.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a fact. And somehow, Hyunseung wondered Doojoon managed to find out his name.
-
Over the days, Hyunseung would notice that the bullies somehow began to disappear - shying away from him even, avoiding him in the hallways. This wasn’t expected. Normally they would bang into him, make him drop his books and sometimes his glasses, then slam him into the nearest locker and threaten him.
It was foreign, to be avoided by people who had been torturing him for so long.
The next surprise came in the form of a young blonde boy, Yang Yoseob, someone who was in his class ever since he’s been in it, just that he didn’t take notice of him. It was lunch period, and he was heading towards where he normally spent this time (In the library, holed up, just that he’ll say he is studying hard instead of wasting time.)
“Hyunseung-hyung, nice to meet you! My name is Yang Yoseob!” He had introduced himself, cheeks puffy with his smile. Then he had linked his arm with Hyunseung and began pulling him towards the cafeteria.
“Come sit with us! I can introduce you to my friends!”
Apparently his circle of friends included Yong Junhyung, a “cool” person, junior just like them, Lee Kikwang, neighborhood babo, sophomore, Son Dongwoon, mature, awkward but who still had his tendencies of being whiny (and Hyunseung reacted with surprise when he learnt that Dongwoon was the same age of Kikwang, younger even, because it was as if Son Dongwoon would be much older than him.)
And then there was Yoon Doojoon. Hyunseung had averted his eyes to the floor by now, unused to the sudden attention of the rest of them, when Doojoon was introduced.
Yoon Doojoon. Soccer captain, head prefect, everything about him was labeled as perfect. And Hyunseung felt himself shriveling inside further.
When they were about to continue eating though, Hyunseung managed to slip away unnoticed by the group, only seen again by Yoseob after the bell rang. (He didn’t hide in the library; he went out to the garden, afraid of being pulled back by the hyperactive blonde.)
The cutie pie had pouted and wheedled about how Hyunseung ‘ran away’ from their group and how he could make it up to them. And in the end, Hyunseung had to relent and go out with them after school.
-
Hyunseung had his first laughs in days, when Kikwang managed to walk straight into the street lamp in daylight, talking to Yoseob (Who had noticed where Kikwang was heading, just that he kept quiet). And he didn’t notice the rest of the group’s lips lifting in slight response to his high pitched laughter (why he was bullied in the first place).
In fact, he laughed so much he didn’t see where he was going and light headed with laughter, managed to stumble smack dab into the street lamp himself.
-
Slowly but surely, Hyunseung began to open up to the group, Yoseob running after him and dragging him back to join the group when he just wandered off by himself in school.
“Come on, we’re your friends now! You have no need to go by yourself and be lonely!” He had cried, wrapping his whole body around Hyunseung’s frail arm, and then sitting down onto the floor when Hyunseung refused to turn back. Hyunseung fell too, fell atop on the blonde who was still gripping onto his arm.
“You okay?” Another voice called from behind, and Hyunseung mentally berated himself for appearing so unglam in front of his cru-…
Doojon easily (Hyunseung weighed at most fifty five kilograms, but him and Yoseob’s weight combined were no joke) lifted them both upright again and set them feet down onto the floor.
And Hyunseung tried to ignore his speeding heart going out of control.
-
“Hyunseung-ah! There you are!”
A warm palm landed against his back and Hyunseung choked over his book. He really choked on his saliva, and as he did, his glasses flew off and into the grass in front of him. The book he was in possession of dropped onto the ground and closed with a soft thump. Doojoon let loose a cry of surprise, before he swiped them up and off the ground, dabbing at the dirt speckled spectacles slightly with the front of his uniform.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Anyway, I just wanted to know if you wanted to come with me to a party tonight. Junhyung’s birthday is two weeks later,” He noted Hyunseung’s apprehensive look, and he reached out to place the glasses back on Hyunseung’s nose, fluffing down the side bangs that popped when he did so “-and he wanted to personally invite you, but he’s in detention for setting a kid’s pants on fire,” Hyunseung’s eyes widened even further, and Doojoon hurried to calm him down, “-but if you don’t wanna come it’s okay.”
Doojoon could see Hyunseung hesitating, and his heart clenched. He really wanted the feminine boy to come, really wanted him to open up and out of his shell that he had built. Oh well…
A sigh of disappointment perforated the air, and Doojoon dropped his head, just slightly.
“Darn. I really wanted you to come. Oh well…” Disappointment was laced in his words, and Doojoon stood up to leave, hiding the laugh that threatened to burst out at the other’s innocent naivety. Hyunseung was staring up at Doojoon, very much looking like a deer caught in headlights, eyes conflicted.
Doojoon took the first step away from the boy. A hand around his arm stopped him in his steps, and Doojoon grinned inwardly. The thin frail and white hand around his arm (It couldn’t even go all the way round, his hand was so small. Doojoon would say that his body was muscular, but Junhyung would beg to differ.)
“Alright… I’ll go. Provided you stay with me there…”
The request wasn’t out of place, coming from someone who probably had never stepped into a club, and Doojoon was going to help Hyunseung as much as possible, so he nodded. He smiled and wound his arms around Hyunseung’s wiry body, then pulled him up.
“Dongwoon’s better than me in the fashion department, then we’ll go over to Kikwang and ask him to bring you to a salon, oh and Yoseob can help you put some make up on! Not that you need it, your face is flawless. Just a bit of eyeliner th-”
Hyunseung was dazed. Make up? What?
-
Music was pounding, rolling in waves off the grand white house, and Hyunseung was shocked. He nearly wanted to back out now, but the iron grip on his shoulder (Yoseob was really useless to fight against, Hyunseung would lose, badly.) The heavy smell of alcohol hung in the house, making it reek, and Hyunseung resisted the urge to pinch his nose, because he was a good boy and good boys don’t drink.
Guys (Yes, guys, because Junhyung was gay and out rightly proud of it) were spilled over the front lawn (it was as if a giant had filled a barrel with guys, then threw it onto the front lawn and sent them flying, save the broken bones and wounds), some with the shirts off, some without pants, some muscular, some …flabby… and Hyunseung had to avert his eyes from two guys who were literally sucking faces off each other, hands wandering in places that weren’t appropriate.
He shied away from a hand curling its way around the bottom of his leg and had to restrain a whimper when a guy began to rub his face up and down the tight jean pants, mewling and clearly intoxicated. Hyunseung ran for his life, kicking the guy away with his newly acquired high tops, into the house and then slamming the door. Yoseob’s laughter trailed after him as the blonde boy too, made his way into the house and began to lead Hyunseung towards Junhyung. (In Hyunseung’s hand he held a rather innocent present - a book for reading pleasure, but after seeing Junhyung’s party he really wondered if he had gotten the correct present.
The birthday boy had his arm curled securely around one boy - Hyunseung recognized them as Hongki (from English major) and then Yoseob slipped away from his side to crawl underneath the other arm, snuggling up to Junhyung.
Hyunseung was reminded of a king surrounded by his harem. Gulping, he threaded his way towards the host (unlike Yoseob, Yoseob just stepped onto a guy without realizing it.) and held out his present to him.
“Uhm, hey, Junhyung-sshi. Happy birthday.”
Junhyung simply tilted his head backwards and eyed the pretty boy shuffling awkwardly in one spot with one hand held out, taking his time to scrutinize the normally conservative boy. Dongwoon had given him a pair of black tight ripped jeans (ripped at his thighs, and boy were they like the colour of milk) and a tight white v-necked shirt, pairing a red leather jacket outside with chains and other embellishments on it. Kikwang - oh bless him, had sent him off to a rather famous salon and had them cut and curl his hair so that it was slightly wavy. Just slightly wavy, the curls barely defined. He had retained his original black hair color (in fact, Hyunseung had to argue with Kikwang about the hair color, the boy wanted him to dye his hair orange, and Hyunseung knew that Kikwang wasn’t really an idiot, and he really would have his way, but he really wanted to keep a nerdy part of himself.) And then there was Yoseob who helped him with his makeup. Yoseob had the easiet job, him only having to draw on a few strokes of eyeliner (foundation and concealer? What foundation and concealer?) and then a tiny bit of lip gloss.
“Heeey Hyunseung-ah. You look really good. Dooj’s a lucky bastard.”
Hyunseung mentally frowned at the name he gave to Doojoon, before he gently set the present in Junhyung’s laps.
“Where’s he anyway? He promised to take care of me.”
Junhyung and Yoseob exchanged sly glances, before the birthday boy nudged a key towards Hyunseung.
“Up the stairs, furthest room on your right, don’t ask why it’s locked. Go, boy, go get your prize. And uhm, you might want to prepare your eyes.”
Anticipation curled in his stomach, and for some reason, he felt excited. So he turned, and after looking back at Yoseob who threw him a look which said ‘go’, he began to walk again.
This time, he didn’t care about who he stepped on.
-
“Doojoon-sunbaenim?”
Silence greeted his words, and Hyunseung allowed himself to slip further into the room. A pair of bleak eyes stared back at him, and Hyunseung took a tentative step forward towards the bed.
“Ahh… You were looking for Doojoon?”
That voice didn’t belong to Yoon Doojoon, and that voice… That voice… Eyes widening, he began to back up at a rapid pace…
…Only to be stopped when he hit another person’s chest. The key he was clutching onto - that key most probably could unlock the door which contained Doojoon fell to the floor with a light tinkle and he grasped out for it, but the person behind him beat him to it, and hands wound around his waist, tugging upwards. He vaguely heard the click of the door and wondered, just how many people were in this room?
Air left his lungs with an ‘oof’, and once that he found out he couldn’t breath - the arms around him were too tight and there’s another hand coming up to cover his nose, he began to struggle hard, crying out for Doojoon. Thumps sounded on the wall on his right, muffled cries coming up, Hyunseung looked through watery eyes at the erratic beats on the right wall, but the boys in front of him took no notice, instead, the one on the bed began to stand up and remove his clothes - top first, then those pieces of clothing were thrown haphazardly away from the bully’s path towards Hyunseung.
The room was dank and dark, only a swinging light from the ceiling illuminated the room, and it was dim - faint music was leaking into the room, and Hyunseung could barely make out the beats. If he screamed, no one would notice. A red light was flashing in a corner (someone’s device, he had forgotten to switch it off), and Hyunseung started to struggle again, kicking out weakly, and he managed to get his foot up high enough to strike at the lead bully’s face. He saw the flash of anger crossing the other’s visage, and then Hyunseung smiled.
Finally, he was able to strike back like he always wanted.
A tight slap was landed on his face, and automatically, his left hand came up to cup at the bruise forming there. Snarls - he could hear the other person cursing and swearing at him, but he didn’t care. Blows were rained down on him, face, shoulders, chest, his shirt tore through, holes gaping, and milky skin was revealed, soon painted over by blows, bruises.
And bites; a bite to his clavicle, to his exposed nipple, to the barely there abs.
What was supposed to be painful happened. But he felt no pain.
The arms which were already tight around him tightened further, and Hyunseung gasped louder (this he could feel, his air supply being cut off quicker), hand coming up to hook at his captive’s arm around his neck, and he noted, a slight smile curving up his glossed lips, with a faint sense of irony that…
In his haste, he had entered the room before the last.
-
It wasn’t quick, to say the least. His captors seemed to enjoy taking their time with him, but after the first few times, the bursts of stabbing pain up his spine, the pain at his hole, the wounds all over his body, they stopped hurting. And then as he was passed around from man to man, held up by his armpits and jostled and shoved all over the room - on the bed, the floor, the chair, even against the wall, his face still remained in the same serene position that it was in ever since they started.
Numb.
The jeans, which Dongwoon had taken such a long time to choose out, were torn, ripped from the holes, hanging over the chair he had first been taken on. Strips of cum and droplets of blood covered the leather surface, as well as its backing.
Then there was his shirt, which was strung over corner of the bed. Water darkened the color of the shirt and made it slightly see through, and Hyunseung vaguely realized that it was his tears.
The tears he never even knew he was leaking.
Then there his underwear, torn to shreds, now how did they get up there? They were dangling from the light, covering part of the eerie glow; it must have gotten up there when the lead bully had thrown it without a care for where it was headed to.
His hair which had been so carefully styled and caressed with by a comb, were mussed and sticking out in different directions. Hyunseung mentally told himself to apologize to Kikwang. He didn’t want neighborhood Babokwang to cry about how his efforts were all wasted.
The eyeliner was smudged; he had the tears to blame for that. The lip gloss had already been spread, sticky sweet all over different parts of other people’s bodies, cock, ass, and even around his mouth.
Maybe Yoseob could teach him how to do his own basic makeup. Next time the junior wouldn’t have to bother his classmate for dates. With Doojoon? Yeah, with Doojoon.
The hands on his body were tight, and Hyunseung realized that cum was spilling onto his face, and he shut his eyes against the stream, feeling the sticky mixture running down his face, dragging the lines of eyeliner down his face.
A sigh passed through his lips and he continued to let his body be abused and ravaged by those savages.
-
He was found in the morning on the side of the bed, hidden from plain view when you opened the door. People had come to check, and they had opened the door, but they never bothered to really walk into the room. He was found when everyone had left, by Kikwang, who simply shrieked in delight at the sight of the naked boy yelling ‘Hyung-deul, I found him, he’s here!’ Rushing in, he began to lift up the unconscious Hyunseung, a smile stretching his face, and as he really began to take in the elder, his smile retreated, then opened in an O. His eyes blown wide, he began to gently shake at the boy, truly panicking when he couldn’t wake up the boy.
“Hyung-deul! Hyunseung hyung won’t wake up!”
Splotches of black and blue colored his skin, in the shape of hands, there was dried cum all over his body, and blood. There was blood trailing all over the room, from where he had been dragged, from place to place without mercy, ending at where he lay. Kikwang could barely trace the blood spots - there were simply too many of them.
The rest of the group spilled into the room, but Doojoon was the first to react. Running in, he knocked Kikwang’s hands away and supported the naked boy, swishing his jacket off to cover him.
-
There were tears after the whole ordeal - Hyunseung only realized what had truly happened to him after Doojoon smacked him awake after he apologized to Junhyung for messing up the room, to Dongwoon, for destroying his clothes, to Yoseob, for streaking his makeup, to Kikwang, for spoiling the hair.
He had apologized and apologized over and over again until Yoseob was crying, Dongwoon had Kikwang’s face in his chest, Junhyung was stiff, and then he hid out in the bathroom, in the bathtub scrubbing and scrubbing at his skin with the loufa and his fingers with soap and even shampoo until his skin was red and raw and painful to even touch, and then Doojoon couldn’t bear it anymore - he smacked Hyunseung.
That woke him up, and then he spent the whole night crying into Doojoon’s arms, ensconced safely close to his heart.
-
The bullies were caught, caught by Doojoon, Junhyung and Dongwoon (who mainly just cheered from the side but he still did help) and they were given a good pummeling. Well, that was before Hyunseung identified his attackers to the police. Then they were caught, and bundled off to holding cells, and then probably jail.
Doojoon secretly wished that they would be sent to jail for a long, long time.
-
Soft caresses, gentles touches and teasing fingers trailed their way along his body, and Hyunseung arched his back, mouth open, soundless moans and mewls exploding from his mouth. Doojoon was grinning; that cocky bastard. Shimmying down the calm Doojoon, Hyunseung shimmied of the other’s pants and put his mouth to good use.
Needless to say, Doojoon wasn’t calm anymore.
The entrance wasn’t easy, it reminded him of pain, and Doojoon had to work hard at relaxing the tense Hyunseung, but once Doojoon was fully sheathed and was stroking Hyunseung’s soft black hair with lube sticky fingers, Hyunseung gave in to the pleasure.
The room they were in wasn’t sound proof, but then they could hear Kikwang and Dongwoon from the room next door, and then there was Junhyung and Yoseob.
They weren’t soft either.
The after glow was spent by them nuzzling up to each other; light touches and strokes whiling their time away.
-
What the bullies had bullied Hyunseung for, they were now bullied for too (just that those people who bullied them didn't dare to do it when they were in a group, just like with Doojoon and clique). Somehow, Hyunseung was glad to see them with their arms around other guys, kissy faces made every few seconds. He had left the café silently, unable to face them, yet still gratified that they were living their lives.
-
Doojoon was waiting for him in the nearest park. They had agreed to meet there with the rest of the group after the whole group’s first day in college, and Hyunseung could spot him a mile away, talking to Yoseob. Hyunseung broke into a run, and he wrapped his arms around the taller male, snuggling into his back with a tiny smile. Doojoon swung him round (Hyunseung never gained weight, and was still as light as any male his age could be), wrapping his arms around the other waist. Hyunseung hooked his upper limbs around the other’s neck and pressed a light kiss to his lips, smile turning into a full blown grin.
As Kikwang whined on and on about how Dongwoon was never on time, about how the Junseob couple likes to molest each other under the desk in lectures (That elicited several girly smacks from Junhyung and a slap on the head from Yoseob), and Dongwoon ran up to the gathered group, a coffee tray held securely in between his hands.
They were laughing then, laughing and resting, and doing everything a group of close friends would do. And as Doojoon wrapped a secure arm around his waist, feather like kisses pressed every seconds to his forehead, Hyunseung settled back against the human cushion and smiled, rather much like a content cat.
And Jang Hyunseung was content.
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Inspired by Cleansing Cream - Brown Eyed Girls, the MV and lyrics are really… ;_;” as well as nekkajitge unnie (if you see this, this fic is for you), who has been feeding me constantly with Dooseung, go read 꼭두각시 [Puppet] … Hehe… ^^” Not really pleased with this fic… I’ll revise it as soon as I have the time. And I don't have any swear words in here right? That's really cool! /not gonna bother reading through the whole thing again/