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The back of the elder man’s hand collided with the cheek of the young boy. Kangin, his boss, was furious to find out his favourite dancer was gone for the night, not telling where he went. And then he came late back.
“S-sorry, Kangin. I-I was s-stuck in the t-traffic,” Key stammered while hiding his face behind his hands, not showing how much he hurt him. The tears stung behind his eyes, ready to fall down.
“I don’t care. You have to be in time!” Kangin spat back again, ready to hit another time. His eyes were threatening the young boy in the corner of his office.
“Stand up,” Kangin said then, not showing any emotion in his voice. When Key wasn’t immediately on his feet he lost it again.
“Stand up you slut!” he yelled, grabbing roughly his arms and pulling him on his feet. He held onto him and then he hit the boy again, hard with the outside of his hand.
“You are going to listen to me form now on. And I also heard you have a little boyfriend?” Youngwoon snarled, pushing the boy on the bed like a piece of trash. When that happened, everybody in the club knows that, you could pray he was in a good mood or else you can fear the worst thing. Even though everybody had sex, it wasn’t that worse then when you had to deal with Kangin.
“Y-yes I w-will listen and… y-yeah I have a b-boyfriend,” Key answered because if you didn’t answer you get in even more trouble.
Youngwoon’s eyes darkened when the young boy said he had a boyfriend. A hard punch landed on the side of the boy’s face, making him fall on his side in pain. Key was mostly thinking now of Jungsu. How could he ever face him when this had happened?
“Pl-please…” Key begged in a whisper, crying from the pain in his face.
“I don’t show mercy in this case,” Kangin growled, pushing the boy flat on his stomach. A pair of shackles was roughly attached around his wrists. The younger squirmed around, trying to get him loose again but he failed. A kick in his ribs made him stop.
“Now you can choose. Or you are going to be a good boy and let me do this or you don’t corporate and I make you bleed,” the boss growled and at the end a sadistic undertone wasn’t far away. A hysterical laugh was released like you just got in a horror movie.
The boy swallowed the lump in his throat. He hoped Jungsu would still love him after this. He doesn’t want that the guy he loves leave him because of this. And on the other side he hoped this would be over quickly.
His pants got stripped off, followed by his briefs, leaving him there half-naked on the bed. Again he was trying to break loose but nothing will work. The younger’s head was roughly pulled put, Youngwoon’s face next to his.
“Last warning,” he spat, before dropping him back onto his stomach.
On the other side of the room, in the hallway, Joonmyun and Chanyeol were both listening to what was happening. Also the bartender Sungmin was with them. Joonmyun was as eldest from the apartment, the most worried about his friend. What will happen to him? Will he be okay and what about Jungsu, that wonderful guy who is his boyfriend?
“This isn’t going to end in a good way,” Chanyeol whispered more to himself then to the others.
“We must find Jungsu.”
Both of the other guys looked at Joonmyun who sat on the ground. Chanyeol also had the same thought but he didn’t dare to say it out loud.
“But…we don’t have his number?” Chanyeol then said, crushing their plans. All of them were interrupted by a loud, painful scream from inside the office. Joonmyun became white because of it.
“Where does he work?” Sungmin asked then, finally speaking. Chanyeol and Sungmin looked at each other, not really knowing what to say now. Chanyeol was in a deep thought of thinking when again a scream gave them goose bumps.
“SM…SM Entertainment. He is a producer!”
“Well…Siwon is there now. Maybe he can send him here…” Sungmin replied, thinking if it would be a good idea. Joonmyun stood up; finally he was able to get over the shock.
“Call Siwon and make him get Jungsu here as fast as possible. I don’t want to have a depressive Kibum again.”
Chanyeol nodded to the statement. Last time something like this happened with Key, was 2 years ago. They had to handle with a depressive version of him, which didn’t end up very well. It was close to a suicide but they could help him.
Sungmin left to the bar where he could call secretly. Joonmyun looked at Chanyeol like a lost puppy.
“I hope the past doesn’t return.”
Chanyeol’s normally hyper smile faded totally away and he became serious like before.
Back inside the room the screams turned into silent gasps and sobs with every thrust. He couldn’t do anything about it only hoping it would be over soon and then waiting for Jungsu to show up and save him or conform him.
He misses the soothing voice of the elder, his cute dimple when he smiles like an idiot or just his quarrels with Heechul.
“This is for being late,” Youngwoon grunted, thrusting hard, deep and painfully slow. More tears streamed down Key’s face. He wanted his boyfriend so badly, to be in his strong arms.
“And this one for breaking rule number 1.”
How could he forget rule number one? The most important rule that everybody breaks in the club but still…as long Kangin didn’t find it out you are save.
Rule 1: Do not become attracted to customers.
The silent tears still streamed down his face. He was exhausted, in pain and needed some comfort from somebody who doesn’t hurt him.
“Remember it for the rest of the days you’re here. No boyfriends until you’re free to go.”
There were some more hard and deep thrusts before Youngwoon finally came inside him. The elder pulled out and loosened the shackles. Right then the boy passed out and lay there unconscious.
“Stupid kid,” Kangin grumbled to himself and opened the door, where he found Chanyeol and Joonmyun waiting.
“Take him with you. I don’t want him to be around in the club the rest of the week,” Youngwoon commanded, walking outside the office and to his servant, Jonghyun. Both went inside and saw the passed out form of the boy.
“Now I really hope that Jungsu will come here in time,” Joonmyun mumbled, dropping onto his knees next to the boy. He tucked some of his locks behind his ears.
“He will, Myunnie. Believe me, Jungsu is a good guy. He will be there. I actually start to doubt if I ever will find a guy like him…” Chanyeol said, sighing afterwards since he was totally tired of this life.
“But now it’s not the moment to talk about your problems. Let’s get him up.”
They both lifted the still unconscious boy and walked to the elevator to go to the apartment. Kangin and his little brat were gone so only Sungmin was left in the club itself.
“Jungsu is coming here.”