Day 7: Part 2 (L.C. x K.NJ)

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As the evening passed, Chan felt a mass of heat slowly ignite within his body. It wasn't butterflies, nor was it illness. It was spreading inside him: it was like an electric current travelling through his veins. Shocking him back to the stimulated feeling he was in.

Chan wound up inside a secluded dorm room on the second floor of the dormitory building. Laying down on one of the twin beds, Chan couldn't help but close his eyes. There was something ominous about the barely illuminated room he was in, but he couldn't help but feel excited, too. 

He eyed Namjoon as he walked in through the door, locking it behind him as he entered. 

A serious look turned into a cunning smile as the older looked at the boy on the bed. Wetting his tongue, Namjoon collapsed himself next to Chan. 

"Chan, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot, I'm open."

"Open for my dick," Namjoon thought dirtily. 

He settled himself onto his side, holding his head up with his hand propped by his elbow, looking at Chan's softly closed eyes.

"Have you ever had sex?"

What was once a calming atmosphere became one filled with perplexity and discomfort. Chan bolted himself up. He barely knew this guy, yet he was asking him something so personal already. Why was that?

"Look, you're a really cool guy, but we just met-" The same heat that piled throughout the evening arrived at Chan's face; in particular, his cheeks were flushed. 

"Why are you red, then?" Namjoon looked at Chan with a smirk.

"B-Because it's hot in here," Chan retorted back.

"Why don't we take this off then, it'll be cooler without it."

Chan raised his arms up at the sensation of Namjoon placing his hands under the read oversize sweatshirt. There was a slight pause as the cold hands caressed Chan's hips before actually pulling the hoodie off the younger boy.

He put his hands on his cheeks, to try and hide the redness with little to no success. Namjoon grabbed Chan's wrist, pulling him forward. Landing himself onto Namjoon, he got more nervous when his head was caught in the older's pectoral gap. Pulling himself away, he looked at the older who smiled at him sinfully.

Namjoon lifted his hand off the bed and grabbed Chan's chin. He raised the younger's head, looking into his nervous eyes.

"You seem.. excited, Chan," he jutted his chin at the tent in Chan's shorts. 

"No!" 

"What do you mean, no?"

"It-It's not what you think, Namjoon! Please!"

The older scoffed and bit his tongue. He looked at the young boy who was pleading to be understood.

"Oh, you're so cute."

Namjoon, still holding Chan by his chin, pulled him inwards for a kiss. Chan's eyed widened at the softness of the kiss. His eyes closed as he felt a hand palm him through his shorts. 

Pulling out of the kiss, Chan mewled. "H-Hyung, s-stop!" He was met with a quick and cold glance of the older's eyes.

*Slap*

Another mewl escaped Chan's mouth as his ass stung from the hard impact of Namjoon's hand. 

"You seem to be enjoying this, though."

The whole situation confused him.

"Stop it! I'm going home."

"Oh, not yet, baby. We're just starting."


The bed rocked as Namjoon aggressively shoved his dick deep into the younger's asshole. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed within the dark room. Covered with a blindfold, Chan's field of vision was even darker.

He winced at the feeling of Namjoon's monster cock hitting his prostate mercilessly.

"T-Take it out! It hurts!"

He did not listen. He continued to thrust his hard dick in and out of the boy's puckering hole. Even though he was violating the boy beneath him, fucking his brains out nonconsensually, he only focused on satisfying himself. With the way Chan's ass complied and squeezed onto the dick inside him, it did not help him at all.

"W-Why am I feeling hot?"

Chan's body continued to heat up. His ass was squeezing and tightening, almost like he had no control of his body.

"Why," Chan whimpered.

"Y-You're drink," Namjoon voiced out in between his moans and thrusts. "D-Drugged it." Namjoon, in fact, was telling the truth. When he turned around, he slipped in an extract. A mixture of red ginseng and sidenafil--more commonly known as Viagra--was the ultimate aphrodisiac. The consumption of even the tiniest bit of it was enough to excite three adult males.

"S-Shua, hyung! Someone.. h-help me plea-"

Chan screamed for help, but was muffled by the older's tongue as it slipped down the younger's throat.

"Help! I'm being rap-"

"Fuck! I'm going to come, baby!"

"N-No!" Chan freaked out. He was being used without his consent. "Pull out!"

Namjoon ignored the younger's pleas as he pushed himself deeper into Chan's already aching ass.

"SHIT!"

A loud smack echoed, followed by Namjoon's loudest moan, ending with Chan's loudest cry. He felt his rectum being stretched and a stream of warmth fill him. The walls of his ass began to convulse as the monstrous dick eased its way out of his heat.

Namjoon lifted himself off Chan as he heard silent cries and heavy breathing. Removing the blindfold, he looked at Chan with a devilish smirk. 

"Lick me clean, slut."

Namjoon demanded Chan to clean him. Forcefully, he shoved his semi-hard dick into the younger's mouth. All Chan could do was comply, using his tongue to weakly swirl around the dick before falling out of consciousness. 


*Ring* *Ring*

"Fuck, why won't he answer?!" Joshua grew worried after having all his calls unanswered. Opening up his messages, he tried to get a hold of the youngest member of the team through texts.

"Chan"

"Where are you?"

"Are you okay?"

"Why won't you answer?"

To no avail, he tried calling again. Still being left unanswered, he voiced out his worries again. Suddenly, the angel faced Jeonghan walked into their shared bedroom. 

"What's wrong, Shua?"

"D-Dino, he won't answer.." He began to bite his nails out of nervousness.

"Team Seven."

Joshua looked at his hyung with a confused look. What did Team Seven have to do with this?

"He's at their party."

With widened eyes, Joshua looked at Jeonghan with anger. Grabbing his car keys and phone, he put on his shoes before walking out, slamming the door behind him.



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