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Yeonjun hadn’t planned on going to the club. After the long day they’d had—tons of photoshoots and interviews and hours of dance practice—he felt plenty ready to crash into bed and sleep for the next three business days.
But being berated as soon as he stepped foot in their dorm had driven him back out into the freezing night.
He hadn’t even bothered to change clothes, the dirty athletic wear still hanging off his tired body. His appearance would certainly shock any fan that saw him. But he couldn’t care less.
With each step he took towards his usual late-night locale, their leader’s words rang louder and louder inside his head. The only thing that could drown the sound now was a drink. Yeonjun hurried his steps.
By the time he arrived at the club, it was nearing midnight. His phone was buzzing nonstop in his pocket, likely his other members trying to figure out what happened and where he went. Yeonjun put his phone on silent and walked inside.
He usually enjoyed dancing at clubs. This one in particular always played loud music that vibrated right to his bones. The beat would always persuade him to get up and join the dance floor. But not tonight. He was barely able to lift his glass to his mouth, the stress from the day finally settling into his muscles and making them scream with ache.
Yeonjun started off with beer, then moved to soju. A vodka cranberry was somewhere in the mix. Eventually, he didn’t even realize what he was ordering—just reading names of cocktails off the menu.
Somewhere after his third soju, Yeonjun lost the ability to keep his head upright. And at that point, the bartender had cut him off.
Yeonjun checked the clock on the wall. It was nearly 2:00am now. He would’ve been worried if they hadn’t had a free day. But he could spend the rest of the day hungover if needed and hopefully be rested enough for what followed the day after.
Yeonjun continued watching the clock. There was no second hand, but he could still feel the tick of each passing second. Soobin’s words had finally quieted, but he could still feel the effects of his alpha voice on his body. The commanding tone had weighed him down, made him feel 10 times heavier than he actually was. And he knew an apology would come. It always did whenever any of them fought. But there was no way for Soobin to erase what his alpha had done to Yeonjun’s omega.
He trusted Soobin more than anyone. His omega had latched onto Soobin’s alpha from the moment they met. Soobin had never once abused his status, and that only made Yeonjun respect him more. But now… his feelings were a mess, and Yeonjun didn’t know what to think.
Yeonjun lifted his head just enough to ask for a cup of water. After receiving it, he sipped it slowly. The chill of the liquid was refreshing on his sore throat. He downed the rest of it. Before he had finished swallowing, a terrible stench filled his senses.
Yeonjun coughed up the little bit of water that hadn’t made it down yet. His head swiveled to see what the source of the foul smell was. His eyes met those of a man, at least twice his age and somehow even taller than himself. His scent was sour and rotten. It was much spicier than a usual alpha scent. He was in rut.
Yeonjun’s eyes locked with the man’s. His eyes narrowed on him, and Yeonjun suddenly realized that he was a very, very drunk omega sitting alone at a bar. He spun his head back around and hoped the alpha would move along. Yeonjun waited until the scent retreated, and then he pulled out his wallet.
He didn’t really want to face Soobin so soon, but a deep pit had opened up inside him, one that was warning him of impending danger. And his instincts were yelling at him to escape while he still could. Yeonjun called over the bartender to close his tab.
By the time he made it out of the club, it was already past 2:00am. He found the nearest bus stop, but the next bus wouldn’t arrive for another hour. It was freezing out, and it would be faster and warmer to just walk back. So, Yeonjun shoved his phone in his pocket and went on his way.
The streets between the club and their dorm were mostly empty. Street lamps were scarce and most of them weren’t even working. Yeonjun did his best to watch where he was going, but his head was swimming and even his own two feet didn’t seem to be pushing him forward. It took him 10 minutes just to get a tenth of the way to the dorm. Maybe he should’ve waited for the bus.
Around the 20 minute mark, something familiar hit Yeonjun’s nostrils. It was that same foul smell from the club, the one that alpha had been emitting. Yeonjun’s instincts told him to turn around. His omega screamed at him to run for protection. But he tried to stay calm and rational. It didn’t make sense for someone to be following him. Even as the scent continued to grow more pungent the longer he walked, Yeonjun refused to turn his head. He marched onwards.
At least now, after catching a whiff of that phantom scent, he began to sober up. His feet moved at a more even pace, and he wasn’t stumbling quite as much. But the curb in front of a dimly lit alleyway ended up being steeper than he’d expected. Yeonjun went to the ground faster than he could catch himself.
He stuck his hands out as quickly as he could and prevented his head from hitting the concrete, but he wasn’t able to stop the twisting of his ankle. Pain shot through his hands and legs. He pushed himself up, but the stinging on his palms almost made him give up and lie back down. Yeonjun thought about rolling over and sitting to get a better look at his ankle, but he remembered the scent. It was now stronger than ever.
Yeonjun pushed on his hands again and attempted to stand. It took more effort than even the hardest move of their choreography. He had just barely made it upright when he felt arms snake around his waist.
“Woah, let me help you out. You had quite a hard fall there.”
Yeonjun’s racing mind suddenly went quiet. Even his omega had retreated into the far corners of his mind. His gut told him to flee, but he was frozen, sealed to the ground and unable to get his legs to move.
He was at least able to move his lips. “No thank you. I’m okay.”
“It’s no problem, really.” Yeonjun’s body began to give out. His knees buckled, but the alpha’s arms tightened around him. “See? You need my help.”
Yeonjun tried to stay optimistic. Maybe this alpha was actually just being nice, and maybe he would just help Yeonjun get home and then leave. But when the man started moving down the sidewalk, essentially dragging Yeonjun along with him, without asking where Yeonjun was trying to go, he realized that his optimism had been for naught.
Yeonjun moved without thinking. He pushed at the alpha’s arms, tried to pry his calloused fingers off his body. But Yeonjun’s muscles still hadn’t caught onto the memo that he was trying to flee. He was barely able to push the man away before being dragged right back towards him.
Yeonjun’s feet moved on their own, keeping up with the man’s pace just to avoid getting dragged against the concrete. But he wished they would run in the opposite direction, anything to get him out of his current situation. Yeonjun felt trapped in a body that would not listen.
The alpha led them down the street and then up a long hill lined with shoddy houses. They kept making turns, getting further and further away from the main street. The few signs of life he’d seen before were now long gone.
They kept walking for what felt like hours. Yeonjun’s feet burned, but not as much as his ankle. The alpha’s grip continued to tighten around him, so much that Yeonjun feared he would be bruised. But that fear was nothing compared to the fear of what came next.
They were obviously heading to a house, most likely one that belonged to the alpha. Yeonjun seriously doubted he was being nearly dragged across the asphalt just for the man to get a bag of ice and clean up his scrapes. No, there was certainly a much worse fate awaiting him.
Finally, they stopped in front of one of the smallest houses. As the man opened his door, he pulled Yeonjun closer, pushing his nose right into his neck and against his scent gland still emitting rut pheromones. Yeonjun’s eyes watered as if he was cutting onions. He’d never smelled anything so rancid before.
The door swung open, and Yeonjun was carried inside. He winced as his foot caught on the door and pulled. But the alpha didn’t seem to care. He just kept moving throughout the home until they were in the bedroom. He threw Yeonjun down on the mattress.
Yeonjun tried to get a good look at his surroundings. But he couldn’t make out anything with how dark the house was. There wasn’t even a window to provide moonlight. It was pitch black.
The lock of the door clicked. It wouldn’t really stop Yeonjun from leaving, but it symbolized exactly what Yeonjun had feared. He was trapped here. This alpha had no intention of letting him go.
Yeonjun’s mind was starting to go fuzzy. And he couldn’t tell if it was because of the alcohol or because of the fear coursing through his veins. He was about to be brutally hurt. And he had no way of mentally or physically preparing himself.
Escape was his only option. Yeonjun had to get out. He had to kick and scream as much as he could because the only other option was much worse.
Yeonjun stood on shaky legs, but he was pushed back to the bed immediately. The alpha clambered over him and Yeonjun began his torrent of punching and flailing and yelling and anything else to get the man away from him.
Knees dug into his thighs and fingers ground into his arms, but Yeonjun didn’t stop. He refused to stop until he was back outside and far, far away from the alpha.
Somehow, he made it off of the bed. Both of them tumbled to the ground, and for a moment, the alpha retreated. Yeonjun used that split second of freedom to reach for the door. But he was stopped by a foot to his back.
The amount of force used pushed all the air from Yeonjun’s lungs. He struggled to breathe, let alone keep screaming. Yeonjun opened his mouth to gasp for air, but as he did so, something that tasted of old sweat and rut pheromones was shoved into his mouth. Yeonjun tried to spit out the fabric, but next came the duct tape wrapping around his head, trapping the clothing inside his mouth and yanking on his skin and hair.
The alpha pulled back again, and Yeonjun made another attempt for the door. A hand caught him by his hair and pulled him back to the bed. He was dragged higher, until he was sitting on the edge.
“If you just cooperate, this will be much easier for you.” The man raised a hand and smacked his face hard enough that he fell to the bed. The alpha reared back and hit him again, this time on the chest. Yeonjun choked as the air was pushed out of his lungs and through his nose. Before he could even replenish his oxygen, another punch to his chest was causing him to crumple to the bed.
Yeonjun kept his eyes squeezed shut, trying to brace himself for another hit. But it didn’t come. Instead, the man was pulling something out of his pocket.
Yeonjun recognized the metallic clinging sound. His wrists were grabbed and brought behind his back. The handcuffs clicked into place with force. They were so tight that Yeonjun couldn’t even move his arms. He was worried that he would lose circulation to his hands.
“Stay here. I need to go get something.” The alpha stopped to turn on a lamp and then walked into what Yeonjun assumed was the bathroom.
Yeonjun’s eyes adjusted to the room. It was small, barely big enough for the bed. And he could see the door and how the lock operated. This was his chance. He had to get away now. He might not be left alone like this again.
Yeonjun struggled to stand up, his legs shaking beyond what he’d ever experienced before. He used the bed frame as support and hoisted himself into an upright position. He quietly tiptoed over to the door and inspected it. The lock just needed to be twisted to be undone. But Yeonjun’s hands were locked behind his back.
He turned around and started trying to fiddle with the lock. He heard the alpha still moving about in the bathroom. It felt like hours as he stood there trying to get the door open. He could hear just how shaky and wet his voice sounded. It almost didn’t sound like him.
Yeonjun finally got the lock undone and then reached around the knob to try to twist it open. He kept fiddling with it, wincing in pain because of the way the handcuffs were digging into his wrists. Eventually, he managed to twist his body just the right way to turn the knob and unlatch the door.
Relief flooded Yeonjun’s body. He turned back around to pull the door open and run out. But hands grabbed onto his hair once more, and he was tugged back into the bedroom. The door slammed shut once more, the lock clicking back into place.
The alpha turned to him, fury in his eyes. “What the fuck did I tell you? What kinda fucking omega doesn’t know to obey alpha commands?”
Images of Soobin from hours prior flashed across Yeonjun’s mind. They were promptly erased by another slap to his face.
Yeonjun was forced back onto the bed. His one chance was gone. His shot at getting out had been ruined. And now he was stuck. He was forced to be in this horrible nightmare. And even though he knew what was coming next, he didn’t think anything could prepare him for it.
Yeonjun honestly wished that the alpha would hit him again, that he would beat him over the head hard enough that he would pass out. He didn’t want to be conscious for this next part.
Tears leaked from Yeonjun’s eyes as he watched the man’s hands lift his shirt. He was being careful with it, like Yeonjun was now some fragile thing he wanted to take care of. But when he realized that the handcuffs were in the way, he gave up and ripped the shirt off of Yeonjun’s torso.
Yeonjun thrashed. Now that he was exposed, his omega was back and roaring at him. The fear was now white hot and burning through his flesh. He couldn’t just lie here and let it happen. If he did, then it would be all his fault.
“Stop. Fucking. Moving.” The words were punctuated with a sharp spike in alpha pheromones. The command went straight to Yeonjun’s omega and forced it to withdraw into the deep recesses of his being. His muscles relaxed until he could no longer move. Yeonjun was trapped, not just by this alpha, but now by his own mind and body. There was no escaping.
Yeonjun heard more metal, and then it was touching his neck. It felt like a chain, chilling and harsh. It pulled against his throat until it finally settled. When Yeonjun tried to lift his head, he was stopped by the collar keeping him against the bed.
“I’ve seen you at the club before,” the alpha started talking as he took off his shirt and unzipped his pants. He straddled his legs and kneeled above him. From here, he looked like a monster. The light from the lamp cast eerie shadows on the alpha's face. His hair was wild and dirtied with grease. He was missing a tooth, and the rest looked like they hadn’t been brushed in a while. His breath smelled so bad that Yeonjun felt nauseous.
“With the way you dress and the way you dance, it’s obvious you’re one of them faggot idols.”
Yeonjun winced at the man’s harsh words. He’d been called that before, but it was usually on online forums where haters gathered to make fun of him. It was stupid, and stuff like that didn’t hurt him. But this was someone sitting right in front of him telling it to his face. It hurt.
“You always dress like a slut when you come to the club. You’re just asking for it.” Yeonjun thought back to the shirt that had just been ripped off his body. It was just an old t-shirt, one he wore to dance practice often.
The man leaned closer again, and Yeonjun fought back the urge to vomit. He tried to hold his breath, but another slap to his face forced him to choke. He tried to regain control of his breathing, but then there was a hand on his neck. It was squeezing tight enough that Yeonjun couldn’t get any air. He thrashed around, trying to get away, but the hand remained.
Right as he was about to pass out, the hand let up and slapped him again. Yeonjun’s lungs hurt. Having his mouth blocked meant he could only breathe through his nose, and even that felt impossible.
The stench of rut was getting stronger by the second. Yeonjun hated it, but being an omega meant that his body would respond accordingly. He wasn’t turned on, not even the least bit hard. But he was starting to leak from his backside.
The alpha must’ve been able to smell it. He pushed Yeonjun’s legs up and leaned down to sniff.
Yeonjun fought against the alpha’s earlier commands and bucked his hips, hard enough to hit the alpha’s face. But he didn’t look deterred. He looked pleased. Like he was happy Yeonjun was fighting back.
“So fiesty. I like that. Keep it up.” The grin on his face was slimy and disturbing.
Yeonjun was at a loss for what to do. He wanted to keep fighting, to show that he did not consent to this and would not just let it happen. But by fighting back, he was just giving the alpha what he wanted. He was playing into his games. There was no winning.
“I don’t think I can hold back much longer. You smell so good, so sweet.”
Rough, calloused hands touched his waist. His pants and underwear were dragged down. Yeonjun tried to clench his legs together to prevent it from happening. But the alpha was very forceful, and easily got him naked.
Yeonjun hated being exposed like this. He shivered in fear at what the alpha would do to him. He could already tell he wouldn’t be gentle. He just prayed the man wouldn’t tear him apart.
But as the man pushed down his own pants and pulled out his cock, he realized his prayers were futile. His cock was huge, much bigger than average. The only way it would fit was if he prepped Yeonjun first. But considering the way he emphasized his impatience, Yeonjun doubted that would happen.
Hands rested on his waist before moving down to his ass. Yeonjun realized there was definitely no way out now, so he had to do whatever he could to minimize the damage.
He tried his hardest to relax. If he didn’t, he risked being torn open. He squeezed his eyes shut and did his best to ignore what was going on below his torso. There had to be a way for him to dissociate just enough that he wouldn’t be completely traumatized from this.
But at the first press of something hard against his ass, he realized just how stupid it was to think he could survive this without pain, either physically or mentally.
Yes, Yeonjun was wet with slick, and he was relaxing to the best of his abilities. But the presence of an unwanted intrusion inside his body just could not go ignored. Yeonjun’s body shook as it was forced to accommodate something so big.
The alpha’s cock carved a place inside his body. It tore away at his flesh to make room for itself. It burned. And it was wet and hot. Yeonjun was too scared to look down, but he knew he for sure must be bleeding.
The alpha was not gentle at all. After he finished pushing his gigantic cock into Yeonjun’s hole, he immediately pulled out and started going at it like a feral animal. The little slick Yeonjun had produced from smelling the rut pheromones quickly dried up, and all that was left to prevent friction was blood and spit. Even with that, it felt dry.
Yeonjun hated being aware of what was happening. It felt like being kept awake for a serious and invasive surgery, not even given laughing gas to ease the pain. He was being drilled into, and cut apart, and there was nothing to force his mind to fall asleep.
And it wasn’t just Yeonjun’s hole that was being abused. His shoulders were nearly popping out of their sockets from the way his hands were still tied behind his back. His neck was chafing against the metal chain. And his face and eyes burned.
He just wanted it to be over. He wanted the alpha to just cum and stop hurting him.
But what if he didn’t? What if he didn’t let Yeonjun go after he was done? What if he planned on keeping Yeonjun forever?
Would anybody be able to find him? Would they even care? Surely at least his members would. But maybe not if they knew what was happening.
They wouldn’t want to be near him again if they knew what was being done to him. They would be disgusted. They wouldn’t want to be associated with something used and abused like him.
If this man ever did let him go, could he even go back? Would they accept him, even after he let an alpha use him like this?
Yeonjun was fearing things that were just a possibility. First, he had to survive this experience. But honestly, he wasn’t too sure he wanted to. If the alpha killed him, he wouldn’t have to suffer anymore. It would end.
A harsh slap landed on his face, followed by one on his ass. Yeonjun came back to. How long had his mind been elsewhere, and how did he go back to that state of mind?
The alpha above him started groaning. The sound grated on his ears and made him feel even more sick. Sweat dripped onto his body. Hands continued slapping him everywhere. Fingers touched in places that sent shocks running through Yeonjun’s body.
Yeonjun barely had enough will to sniffle. He’d already given up on preventing drool from leaking around his taped mouth. But he could at least try not to have snot running down his cheek. That much he could control.
What he couldn’t control was the brutal way the alpha slammed into him. The amount of pain Yeonjun was in was nearly enough to make him numb. He could barely feel anything from the waist down anymore, every sensation fading into the background as his mind refused to believe what was happening to him.
Somewhere in the haze, the alpha finally came. His load shot straight into Yeonjun, no protection used. At the same time, his knot inflated and locked him into place. His cock was already so big, but his knot was even bigger. Yeonjun sobbed even more with the stretch.
The alpha stared at him the entire time they were knotted together. He sneered at him, obviously pleased with himself. His scent spiked again, somehow even more bitter than before. Yeonjun hated it. He wished he could stop breathing altogether so he didn’t have to inhale anymore of that smell.
When his knot went down, the man pulled out and fell beside him. Yeonjun didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep until he heard loud and ragged snores coming from the alpha.
Yeonjun really let himself cry then. He didn’t hold back his noises. He let out his moans of pain and his sorrows. He mourned his life, his career. It was all over. No one would want him back in their lives now. He’d been tainted and ruined.
He thought of his family, and his friends. And especially his band members. He couldn’t help but wonder just how disappointed in him they would be. Would he be lucky enough to be allowed to stay in the group? Or was it already set in stone that he would be kicked out? If that were to happen, they would likely blacklist him from the industry as well. No one would want to advertise damaged goods for their company.
Even if they weren’t that harsh, there was likely to be some kind of consequence. It only made sense.
But he didn’t want that at all. He wanted to be welcomed home with hugs and kind affirmations that everything would be okay.
At the very least, he wanted normalcy. He wanted to walk back into their dorm like nothing had happened. He wanted to forget this experience and move on with his life, to go back to being a beloved idol and a cherished friend.
But there was only one way to accomplish that. If he escaped here, he would have to hide it. That was the only way for things to stay the same. He had to make sure the others didn’t suspect a thing. They needed to stay in the dark.
If Yeonjun got away, he could lock his trauma inside a box and throw it into a bottomless well deep inside himself. He couldn’t let it affect him or his career. Being an idol was everything to him. And he needed to keep that at all costs.
But all of that hinged on whether or not he found a way out. His only hope at this point was that the alpha let him go after his rut was over. But was that even a possibility? It seemed unlikely for a kidnapper to just let their victim go. Probably, he would end up here. He just hoped to at least keep his life.
Yeonjun watched the ceiling fan above him whirl around and around. It was the only sound he could hear, and the only motion he could watch. He tried to hypnotize himself with it. He knew sleep was off the table, so all he could do was wait.
It felt like hours, but could’ve just been mere minutes, before the alpha woke up again. Yeonjun could tell by his scent that he was ready for a second round.
It was the same as last time. He was penetrated, and rocked back and forth, and used like a toy all for this man’s pleasure. He came inside again and knotted him for a second time. But he didn’t go soft at all. As soon as his knot went down, he was fucking Yeonjun yet again.
Yeonjun lost count of how many times he was fucked. After the fourth time, he stopped trying to be aware of his surroundings. He just really wanted to sleep. His eyes were so heavy he could barely keep them open anymore.
He must’ve fallen asleep at some point, because when he next opened his eyes, something had changed. The alpha was asleep again, snoring beside him. But Yeonjun’s hands were no longer handcuffed. He lifted them to see the purpling bruises around his wrists. His hands shook as he took in just how awful they looked.
Yeonjun’s eyes then drifted back to the room. The alpha was asleep, and his hands were free.
Yeonjun moved quickly, but still tried to stay quiet. He reached up to the chain around his neck and tugged at it until the lock was around the front. His eyes swept the room until he spotted a key laying on the dresser. It was a struggle to reach it, and Yeonjun had to go without breathing for several long seconds while he stretched out his arm. But he successfully captured the key and unlocked the chains.
Yeonjun sat up slowly. He was forced to ignore the ache radiating throughout his body and instead focus on what his next steps were.
Clothes. He needed clothes.
He scooted off the bed and grabbed his underwear and pants, sliding them on before looking for his shirt. It was torn, but he was able to hold it together enough to prevent his torso from being exposed.
Yeonjun was about to leave the room when he realized his phone was no longer in his pocket. He dropped to the floor to look for it, but then realized the snores from the alpha had ceased. Yeonjun stopped breathing. He waited until the snores picked up again and then resumed his search.
Eventually, he found his phone under the bed. He shoved it into his pocket and made a break for the door. He successfully unlocked it and exited without waking the alpha. He didn’t bother to look at the rest of the house as he made his way to the front door. As quietly as he could, he left the building. As soon as he had made it back onto asphalt, he bolted.