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Sliding down the wall, shirt bunching up his back slightly as he reached a squatting position, Seokjin ran his hand through the front of his platinum blonde hair.
He inhaled a deep breath as he reached his free hand into his pocket, slowly sliding out an almost empty packet of cigarettes. His roots stung under his fingertips as he moved them in timid circles.
Letting his hand fall limply onto his knee, he took out one of the three remaining cigarettes, taking a long strangled inhale rolling his neck as he exhaled towards the ceiling.
For the first time in almost two weeks he lit up the screen of his phone, silently hoping for something, anything that would distract him, MAKE him stop being inside his own head, make him ignore the voice in his head.
It wasn't his own voice this time. The deep, thrumming, slightly gravelly voice was slamming into his ears like the owner was still inches from them, goading him, taunting him, making him feel worthless, making him question his own existence.
He was, of course, talking about his boyfriend Kim Taehyung three years in and Seokjin saw him as more of a captor he couldn't escape, not that his heart wanted him to his head, also convinced that he was in love.
This was all routine for Seokjin. Taehyung screamed Seokjin Cried. Taehyung slammed him into the wall, chest first lips inches from his ear, spitting venom as he went,
Seokjin cried harder agreeing with every word spat at him through wheezing sobs pleading to be let go as Taehyung thrust his hand into his hair, pulling harshly shoving him forward.
Eventually when he was out of venom he let go and bulldozed his was out of the apartment as Seokjin turns to watch him sliding down the wall.
Won't somebody save him?
Seokjin slowly raised himself up the wall, hands spread behind him, steadying his already flagging body
He carefully made his way towards the balcony, cigarette hanging between his plump lips, roots still stinging.
Seokjin reached his hand towards the sliding door, pulling it open gently. He closed his eyes as the cool fresh breeze fluttered against his flushed cheeks small smile escaping him briefly.
Flicking the burnt out cigarette over the railing, Seokjin clutched it with both hands, head hanging low. He slowly opened his eyes, droplets sliding down his face, cascading towards the concrete below his bare feet.
He stared silently sobbing, looking at the three-storey drop below him, hands trembling against the cold steel between his palms.
'Maybe I should jump'
Seokjin knew the fall wouldn't kill him, but maybe, just maybe, it would do something, make him feel something, maybe send him to the hospital? At least there he could get away, maybe make a plan to leave, maybe actually leave.
Seokjins’ heart betrayed him. He couldn't leave Taehyung like that, no warning, it would leave him in debt.
Why did he care?
Seokjin started his way back into the empty apartment just as he heard laughter coming from behind the entrance way door. It made him jump as he quickly closed the balcony door behind him.
Straightening his hair whilst wiping away the streaks down his face, he started off towards the kitchen island as he reshuffled his white shirt back up his shoulders.
'Can't look bad for company' door jutting open, making him cling to the marbled surface.
Seokjin watched as Taehyung entered the door signalling his hands invitingly towards the lounge, with a sharp inhale he watch as a tall man entered taking off a black bomber jacket as he did, tattoos ran down his arms and softly peeked out from behind the neckline of his t-shirt, Seokjins eye lingered as the man stretched up and hooked the jacket on the coat rack small waist slightly exposed.
Seokjin jumped as a brash laugh escaped the man’s pink sparkling lips, his hair tied in a soft partial bun, the front falling over his wide hazel eyes. Seokjin averted his eyes and waited to be addressed, hands still clinging to the marble surface of the kitchen island.
The laughter continued as Taehyung guided him towards the sofa. He heard Taehyung speak softly towards the man.
"Beer?" Seokjin watched the man nod as he pulled a small tin from the tight pocket of his shredded jeans, hearing Taehyung play the music previously paused as he had lunged at Seokjin, muffling anymore conversations.
Seokjin began drumming his fingers against the surface, making himself look busy as he heard the click of Taehyung’s boot heels make their way towards him.
Seokjin tensed as a pair of muscular hands slowly crept their way around his waist, trapping him in place, a mass of red hair appearing on his shoulder as small puffs of air glided across his earlobe.
"Come and meet Jungkook," a demand.
Seokjin was spun around, back pressed against the island, hands still possessively around his waist.
'Met him online, you know one of those apps?' Taehyung snarled small smirk on his lips. Seokjin opened his mouth to speak as he gasped, tongue suddenly inside his mouth, lapping hungrily. Seokjin didn't move.
As quickly as he had started, it had stopped and Taehyung was pulling his wrist towards the lounge.
Seokjin pulled his wrist slightly, resisting the harsh grip Taehyung had on him only to be met by the grip hardening, seokjin was placed in front of the coffee table like something being displayed Taehyung beaming at Jungkook.
"See, I told you." He growled as he threw himself down next to him, swiping the already lit cigarette from between the man’s fingers, pulling in a long draw.
Seokjin could feel eyes on him, drilling holes through his skin. Jungkook had yet to speak. Seokjin had only heard his laughter.
'Why was he here?' was all he could think as he opened his mouth and spoke.
"T.. tae?" was all he could muster as he watched Jungkook’s eyes trace every inch of his body, every curve and line, suddenly very aware of his reddening cheeks.
The spell broke as he heard Taehyung click his tongue leaning forward.
"I offered him the spare room, said you wouldn't mind." Taehyung clucked, looking Seokjin in the eyes.
"You don't mind, do you, sweetie?" he winked. Seokjin had seen that wink so many times before. It was a trap. Seokjin wasn't stupid, he still had self preservation. Playing with the hem of his shirt, Seokjin shook his head vigorously.
"No Tae, it's fine. I don't mind." he stuttered, eyes stuck to the floor in front of Jungkooks combat boots.
"Good Boy." Taehyung hummed, standing himself up, sauntering towards the spare room.
"Follow me Kook." The man sprung out if his seat and walked away, still uttering nothing, not even a hello towards Seokjin, but he had noticed the man look back at him as he walked away, eyes still glued to his.
Seokjin knew how Taehyung worked. He knew he had brought Jungkook here for a reason. He knew something was up his sleeve and Seokjin refused to move. If Taehyung had wanted him to follow them, he would not, no matter what they threatened him with.
Another laugh had erupted from the room, sparking Seokjins’ attention, his toes tingling slightly, having almost forgotten how genuine laughter had sounded.
It had almost made the pain in his roots and the silently forming bruise on his chest unnoticeable. It made him feel warm.
Something he hadn't felt in Two years, three hundred and twenty days.