𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (𝟭-𝟲). ❥ cix.

4.09 ;; the evil camp leader

I tucked my hands into my lap, looking at them so I wouldn't have to make eye contact with Seojun. I toyed with a stray thread from the edge of my pants. Seojun and his knife were right in front of me, and I had to hold my breath and watch my every move know. Had he been looking at me because he immediately wanted to kill me?

"Bae Jinyoung."

I nodded.

"Bae Jinyoung."

All I could think about was that knife and what it could possibly do.

"Bae Jinyoung, look at me when I speak to you."

I slowly glanced up, a bit surprised to find that the emotion on Seojun's face wasn't hostile– at least, not in the way that I thought it would be. Instead of rage or annoyance, he only had... glee? Not joy, but a sort of happiness and– satisfaction.

"Mr. Lee, I'm–"

"I'm surprised." Seojun cracked his neck, twirling the knife in his hand. "Usually, I'd expect I'd need to do the whole I need to meet with you, or your parents wanted to give you a call, but you've just fallen right where I wanted you."

My eyes shifted. Whatever his intentions were, I needed to figure them out immediately. "Um..."

"Okay, let me cut to the chase." Seojun held onto the knife properly now. "And if you don't do exactly what I want..." he trailed the knife along the side of my jaw, and for the first time in my life, I thought I would die. "Then I think we can both guess what happens next."

I gulped, asking the million-dollar question. "What do you want?"

"Easy." Seojun set down the knife, and I finally felt at ease. "Turn around, Jinyoung."

I did as he said, sitting on my knees. Was he going to attack me from the back? I was tense for a moment, but he only wrapped his arms around my waist.

And started pulling off my pants.

"Wait–!" I fumbled with my hands, grabbing onto Seojun's arms. "What the fuck around you doing?!"

"Jinyoung," Seojun tsked, ripping my hands off of his wrists with ease. "What did I just say?"

"But–"

He continued, covering my mouth with one hand, while his other went past my waistband. I squealed when he squeezed over my crotch, wanting him to let go of me already and quit and–

"Stop!" I yelled, as loud as I could, but my plea fell onto deaf ears and over a hand that muffled it. Seojun's hand now moved from my front to my back, and he slowly pushed two fingers into me. It felt like I was being torn apart down the middle.

Seojun only shushed me, even as I screamed in pain. He didn't bother with his antics any longer before he was now forcing himself inside of me.

"Now why are you crying?" I didn't realize I was until Seojun said it.

"Stop it!" I screamed again, though his hand clasped over me mouth remained steady. "Stop, please! I don't want this!"

"Oh, but this isn't about you." So Seojun had heard that part. "Stop crying like a bitch and just take it. God, it's never been this difficult before."

I would normally think about his words, but he wrangled me around so that I was no longer upright, but pushed to my hands and knees. Were I to retaliate, Seojun could easily crush me with his body weight.

"Look, you clearly like it." Seojun finally unclasped his hand, giving me the chance to scream, but I realized quickly enough that my voice was too hoarse to be useful. Seojun rutted against me hard and quick, enough to bring me to tears. Whatever that splitting feeling I felt before was multiplied to be 15 times worse.

I might've blacked out. I might've remembered the whole thing. Either way, I knew that Seojun didn't let up for hours, only disembarking from the tent to take the other campers out.

Once I could no longer hear voices outside, I made my grand, painful escape. The sun was bright and hot, but at least it provided me with a clear path to stumble to my tent, curl up under the sheets, and let myself cry until the problems fixed themselves. 

What else was I supposed to do?

The others didn't return for hours on end, thankfully, but it was quite noticeable when Yonghee and Hyunsuk awoke me from my sleep. When had I even fallen asleep?

"Woah, Jinyoung, there you are!" Hyunsuk was loud, and Id rather be alone. I grunted at him, hoping to pass on the message. "What's going on?"

I didn't know what to say. My head was empty of anything useful, only filled by you clearly like its and this isn't about yous, along with a side of I waited so longs. It took me a few minutes to gather my thoughts, but when I finally did, I croaked out one sentence.

"Meet me in Byounggon's tent."