PA 21

Even as Yejun let out a scream-like groan, he did not give up until the end and resisted Sanghyeon. Annoyed, Sanghyeon began to thrust roughly and crookedly. Yejun’s body could not help but tremble as the dizzying sensation of his inner walls being mercilessly scraped brought on the pain of feeling like his insides would tear again.

However, Yejun’s back was blocked by the hard, red-carpeted floor, and his shoulders were held firmly by Sanghyeon, so he could not move anywhere. Yejun cried as he pathetically pleaded with Sanghyeon, who was pounding into him.

“P-please stop. Please.”

“Huu…”

“Agh!”

Despite Yejun’s pleas, Sanghyeon buried his face in the nape of Yejun’s neck and inhaled the faint scent of his skin. But at that moment, hot blood gathered in Sanghyeon’s lower body, and his cock swelled even larger.

“S-stop!”

Yejun did not give up until the end, begging Sanghyeon to stop. Irritated, Sanghyeon choked Yejun, who was continuously trying to persuade him. At the same time, he thrust even more violently.

“Hheup!”

Yejun could not breathe at all. He flailed, beating Sanghyeon with both hands, but it was no use. Sanghyeon looked down at the suffering Yejun with satisfaction and continued his beastly thrusting. When the world started to blur from suffocation, the grip on his neck would loosen slightly, and his blocked airway would open.

“Haa… Haa!”

After this repeated several times, Yejun seemed to have completely given up on resisting. Seeing Yejun’s limp form, Sanghyeon also stopped choking him. And so, Yejun was shaken helplessly beneath Sanghyeon’s body. Sanghyeon caressed the cheek of Yejun, who had completely given up everything and was accepting him, and spoke softly.

“This is much prettier.”

At Sanghyeon’s absurd praise, Yejun sharply turned his head away. Tears continued to stream from Yejun’s eyes. Sanghyeon found the crystal-clear teardrops flowing from Yejun’s large, clear eyes to be endlessly lovely. Sanghyeon stood up from his spot, lifted Yejun into his arms, and opened a door in the corner of the room.

“Ah… ah.”

When he opened the door and entered the room, he saw a king-sized bed in the middle. The large, windowless room was even equipped with a luxurious bathroom. It was truly a room made for sex.

Sanghyeon entered and placed Yejun down on the bed. A sudden fear struck Yejun, feeling that he would not be let go easily.

“Mister… Ch-Chairman. Please…”

Perhaps because the effects of the drug had worn off a little, Yejun could move his body slightly. Yejun used all his strength to sit up and scooted back little by little. However, he soon hit the bed’s headboard and could not go any further.

“Where are you going?”

“Let me out of here.”

Yejun, roughly wiping away the constantly falling tears with the back of his hand, glared at Sanghyeon and spoke firmly.

“Yejun.”

The sound of Sanghyeon’s voice calling him affectionately gave Yejun the creeps.

“Then what about your group members?”

“…Pardon?”

To Yejun, the members were like family. His heart sank with a bad premonition.

“If you just walk out of here, the investment deal will be off, and from then on, you guys probably won’t be able to work in the entertainment industry on your own.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I’m going to make it so none of your group members can ever set foot in the entertainment industry again.”

“You conman.”

“So you should lie down properly on the bed, right? I’m going to decide on the investment based on how you do today.”

The faces of the members he had shared his joys and sorrows with for the past five years since his trainee days came to mind. They were the hyungs who, despite not being well-off themselves, always took care of him, the youngest. He could not let the members be harmed because of him. Yejun’s hands began to tremble faintly.

Just for today… I just have to endure it for today.

Fat teardrops fell from Yejun’s eyes. As if conceding to Sanghyeon’s words, Yejun hesitated for a moment, then slowly lay down. There was a large mirror on the ceiling. Smiling with satisfaction, Sanghyeon gently ordered Yejun.

“You have to spread your legs.”

In his eyes, Yejun saw himself spreading his legs in front of a man. Soon, a massive cock pushed its way between his long, white legs, and Yejun squeezed his eyes shut in intense shame. Sanghyeon smiled with satisfaction and began to fuck him like a madman.

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Yejun could not get up, his entire body aching as if he had been beaten. His eyes were too swollen to open properly from crying all night. He had to lie in bed for a long while even after coming to his senses.

“Yejun…”

Yeongsik peeked the door open and called out to Yejun. But Yejun, covered by the blanket, did not answer.

“Yejun, I brought your clothes.”

Yeongsik cautiously stepped into the room. Yejun, covering his body with the blanket and showing only his face, answered coldly in a low voice.

“Leave them there and get out.”

“O-okay. I got it.”

He gently placed the clothes and a cell phone on the bed bench and quickly left the room. Yejun laboriously sat up and looked around. It was a room where he could not tell how much time had passed or what time it was. Resigned to everything, he placed his feet on the floor.

“Aghhh…”

A heavy, dull pain shot from the soles of his feet, up his legs, and struck his lower back. Yejun’s legs gave out on their own, and he collapsed on the spot. After sitting still without a single movement for a long while, Yejun grunted and pushed himself up. The moment he took a difficult step to go to the bathroom, a sticky liquid trickled down from between his legs. Squeezing his eyes shut at the creepy sensation, Yejun took a long breath.

Yejun picked up the cell phone on the bed bench to check the time. Two days had passed since he had entered this place. There were countless missed calls. Almost all of them were from Junhyuk. Seeing this, Yejun turned off his phone.

Barely making it into the bathroom, Yejun was horrified at the sight of his own body in the mirror. The red bruises covering his entire body were as dense as cherry blossoms in full bloom. He had repeatedly been shaken beneath Sanghyeon’s body all night until he passed out. Sanghyeon had coveted him like a madman. Yejun had to stand still for a long time, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

After washing with difficulty, Yejun changed into the clothes Yeongsik had brought and left the room. Yeongsik then appeared before Yejun as if he had been waiting. From that point on, Yeongsik kept making excuses to Yejun, saying he had also been blackmailed by Sanghyeon. Yejun could not hear a single word.

“Get in the car. I’ll give you a ride.”

“No. I’ll go by myself.”

“Yejun.”

“I want to be alone.”

Yeongsik grabbed Yejun’s wrist and dragged him to his car.

“I said I want to be alone.”

“Just get in.”

“Mr. CEO!”

Yeongsik put Yejun in the passenger seat and then got into the driver’s seat himself.

“Are you planning on telling the other members about this?”

“Is that the problem right now?”

“If the members hear that you, a man, were assaulted by another man, do you think they’ll want to keep you around?”

“…”

“If you just endure it, we can all be happy. You like our members a lot too, don’t you? Chairman Cha is a scary person. If you get on his bad side…”

“Mr. CEO.”

Yejun looked at Yeongsik with a despairing expression. Yejun wanted to blame Yeongsik for planning all of this, but it was already spilt milk. Besides, Yejun had no energy left to argue.

“I want to change my phone number.”

“Okay, for now, just rest today.”

“No, right now.”

“O-okay.”

“And… can you find out if I can take a leave of absence from school?”

“Okay.”

Yejun no longer had the courage to face Junhyuk. Whether it was forced or not, he wanted to prevent the fact that he had been intimate with someone else from reaching Junhyuk at all costs. It was because if he saw Junhyuk right now, he was sure he would burst into tears while resenting him, even though he had done nothing wrong.

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Junhyuk’s mind finally calmed down after the sun had set. He dropped the album he was holding onto the floor. Only then did he worry about Yejun, who had left the house looking like he was about to cry.

“Get out.”

He regretted the words he had spat out that day. Junhyuk, who had been repeatedly rubbing his dry face, shot up from his seat and grumbled.

“What’s so great about this old album?”

Junhyuk decided to tell Yejun everything about why he had acted that way. He then picked up his phone and called Yejun. But for some reason, Yejun did not answer the phone.

“Is he that mad?”

[I’m sorry about before. I’ll explain everything about why I did that. Please don’t be mad.]

Junhyuk sent Yejun a text message. He placed his phone on the dining table and waited, watching it for a reply from Yejun. Then, he dozed off.

Four in the morning.

Junhyuk, suddenly waking up, picked up the phone in front of him and checked it. There were dozens of received messages, but not a single message or call from Yejun. From that moment on, Junhyuk started to feel a strange premonition and grew increasingly anxious. Junhyuk’s gaze turned to the clock on the wall.

“He’s probably sleeping.”

Junhyuk waited for morning with his eyes wide open. Then he tried calling Yejun again. As expected, there was no answer from him. He had not even checked the text message. Junhyuk grabbed only his phone and car keys and left the house immediately. Even while starting the car, he kept trying to contact Yejun, but after failing every time, Junhyuk let out a long sigh and muttered.

“Is he really that mad?”

Junhyuk hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and started the car.

Only after getting on the road did Junhyuk regret bringing his car. Junhyuk’s car ended up stuck on a road that was completely jammed, even for a weekend morning. If he could, he really wanted to just abandon the car.

“Haah… damn it.”

Junhyuk felt like he was burning up with anxiety, worried that Yejun was so angry he would not accept him. Junhyuk kept pressing the call button on his phone. The sound coming through the speaker was not Yejun’s voice, but only the mechanical voice telling him to leave a voicemail message.

Finally arriving in front of Yejun’s dorm, Junhyuk hurriedly got out of the car and went up the stairs, almost at a run. Then, with a nervous heart, he pressed the doorbell.

“Who is it?”

According to Yejun, because they were using a house on the second floor of an old villa as their dorm, obsessive fans often rang the doorbell. The voice that answered the bell ringing early in the morning was full of suspicion.

“I’m Yejun’s school friend, Cha Junhyuk.”

“Pardon?”

The fleeting moment of hesitation from the members inside the dorm felt as long as an eternity to Junhyuk. During that time, Junhyuk felt like he was burning up with anxiety.