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He begins to grab my face, softly, more gentle than how Sangwoo first did. I could feel myself shaking, but his warm hand on my cheek felt comforting somehow. But then I felt his other hand rest on my lower back and that comforting feeling vanished as soon as it appeared and fear began to settle. I’m not sure if I have PTSD or anything from my “target session” with Sangwoo, but flashbacks of him and his big hands all over my body, controlling me, came flooding into my mind.
Why are all these things happening to me? First Sangwoo, and now this guy. I don’t even know him! I don’t even want i–
His lips suddenly crashed into mine. It felt rushed. Hard. Not like Sangwoo at all. Ugh why am I thinking of him of all times? The way he forced his tongue in my mouth, sloppily entangling mine with his, made it easy to forget the way he gently held me face only a few short minutes ago.
It felt all too fast, even compared to Sangwoo. The way Yang was rubbing his hands all over my body, cupping my butt, squeezing, pulling, then rubbing again, made it all feel too much I began to lose my breath.
Then I heard it. The buttons of my shirt being torn off. The cold air of the abandoned room that I felt on my chest was soon replaced with the feeling of his hot skin against mine. Since when did he take his shirt off? Was I too into the kiss? The onslaught of his tongue onto mine kept up as he progressed in removing both our clothes. Everything was moving too fast and I was starting to feel a bit dizzy. I’m not really used to getting this kind of “attention” I guess you could say, so being forced on like this made me feel a bit… warm… for the most part.
The way he rubbed me up and down, the way his tongue messily traced the inside of my mouth, the way his skin felt hot pressed against my body, it was all so much I couldn’t process any of the noises or movements I was making. But apparently they were good for him? I could sort of hear him grunting through my hazy thoughts, and I guess that’s a good response. Just like Sangwoo… OH MY GOD BUM STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!!!
As we kissed, he pulled me away from the door and towards the, must I re-mention, dusty desks. He lifted me up and sat me on the desk, which felt so disgusting since for some reason, some of that dust and grime felt sticky and lumpy. I finally forced some strength and courage out of me to break the kiss when I felt him begin to lean me back on the desk. I pushed his chest off of me as hard as I could and I tried to get him a good distance away, but I always somehow forget that I don’t work out and that almost everyone else does and I’m at a disadvantage. He put his hands on my upper arms and squeezed uncomfortably tight and held me down forcefully on the desk. He didn’t continue to kiss me and rather just looked down on me rather confused. I couldn’t move so the only choice I had was to look back up at him. For some reason, rather than mad like how I would expect (Sangwoo unfortunately again…), he looked strangely sad. Maybe it’s the glasses, but his eyes looked nicer through them.
“Why are you pushing me away?” He looked a mix of offended and dejected. I almost felt bad. Almost .
“W-what do you m-mean w-why? Y-ou’re being scar-ry and h-hurting me…” Of course my voice is like this. I just realized how much I’m actually shaking. Maybe the kiss really did distract me.
His eyes got really wide and the grips on my arms loosened.
“Oh no I was hurting you?! I thought I was seducing you! You were moaning and everything…”
Was I? I don’t really remember. Maybe, I guess… since it felt… NOPE NOPE NOPE.
“I’m s-sorry… I really c-can’t do this w-with you…” I tried to get up, and he actually let me, stepping back giving me room to sit up.
“No, no. Wow, I’m sorry… I just thought you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I just thought… Ugh I have no excuse do I?” He looked at me with those nice eyes. He’s not scary to me. I trust him? I guess? Putting aside the events that happened literally just a few minutes ago.
“No… You really don’t have an excuse, but then again I don’t have one either.” I feel less nervous around him. He seems friendly.
I sat on the grimy desk as he stood a good distance away in silence. He was probably catching his breath as well from the assault-like kissing he put me through. It didn’t feel like long till we heard a knock on the door…
I looked warily towards Yang, very confused as who could be knocking.
“I thought you said no one comes to this area!” I whisper-screamed at him. I felt myself instinctively begin to shiver. I don’t want to get caught doing weird things. Even though it wasn’t consensual and I’m technically not in the wrong, just doing such things feel so wrong I don’t want anyone finding out. It’s so humiliating I couldn’t bear it, and here I have an unknown person knocking right outside.
“I know! I was sure of it too!” he whisper-screamed back.
“I’m gonna go check I guess, and make something up about why we’re here I guess,” he whispered as he began to walk towards the door. But before he could even take a couple steps, the door was slid open. I thought the door was locked!! What?!
I immediately got off the desk and tried to hide in the corner, but Yang kept walking towards the door. I was standing in the only corner not visible from the door when I heard not Yang, but the unknown person speak.
“Move glasses. I know you have him here.” It was a low voice. Husky and definitely recognizable… Why…
“What do you mean? What are you doing here Turtle?”
Yeah… What is Turtle doing here?! I feel like vomiting.
“I’m here to get him back for Sangwoo. Whatcha think? Now move.”
WHAT! NO! NO! NO! THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!!! I WAS LEAVING!!!
“He’s not here. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Oh thank you Yang for sticking up for me.
“Don’t lie dumbass, I followed you here. I saw you with him. Now move. ” I heard a hard shove towards the wall and heavy steps towards the inside of the room. I thought I was gonna get caught, but Yang spoke up again.
“Please don’t. You really don’t need to, do you? He doesn’t want him like I do…” Wait what? What’s that supposed to mean?
“Let go man.” Yang is holding onto him?
“I’m not doing this for him. I’m getting stuff out of it too. You know you could’ve too but you cut yourself out. Your loss.” I heard struggling, and then more footsteps. Dong Kyu came into view. Oh no. We made eye contact. No. Stop walking over to me. No. Please don’t grab my wrist. It’s too tight it hurts. I don’t want to. I can’t manage to say anything, I’m too scared. I don’t want to make this beefy man angry.
His grip was tight as he dragged me out of the room after him, completely ignoring Seungbae. I was too scared to say anything in protest out of fear of getting beat up, but I managed to make eye contact with him as we passed and looked at him with hopefully something that meant “I don’t know what’s going on, but sorry…”
He didn’t say anything either as I was being taken away.
It was scarily quiet as he dragged me down the hallway, almost tugging. Not too hard that my arm would snap in half, but strong enough. There was only one thought racing through my mind as we made our way back to that room.
I don’t want to see Sangwoo. I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m scared.
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