hide ϟ jaeyong

chp. 3

After finishing his performance, Taeyong didn't wait to hear the shouts and cheers, he just ran. He ran backstage, trying to stop the tears from flowing down. It had finally happened. Of course it had, what was he expecting?

''Taeyong!'' the deep voice of his boss resonated in the empty backstage. He stopped in his tracks and bit his lower lip, closing his eyes in fear. He really didn't want to do this rght now. All he wanted was to just run out and stop the boy from that morning. He wanted to plead him not tell anyone, that he'd do anything-

''What the hell were you thinking?!'' the boss shouted, turning Taeyong around forcefully. Taeyong heard his wrist make a cracking sound from where the man was gripping it but he did nothing about it other than wincing.

''I didn't hire you for you to forget that the damn performance you've been doing for the past three days was starting!'' a little spit made its way to Taeyong's cheek and Taeyong almost gagged. ''If this happens ever again, I'll have to fire you and you know what'll happpen if I do that, right?'' he smirked. Taeyong wanted to slap that nauseating smile off of his face. ''I know you do. So before that happens, get yourself together. I won't tolerate it ever again.'' Taeyong nodded and wiped the saliva on his cheek with the shoulder of his shirt, given he was wearing a sleeveless shirt. The man cackled and spit on his cheek again, making Taeyong flinch and step back. ''Now get your pretty ass out of here before something bad happens to it!''

Taeyong didn't waste a second to do so, running to the changing room and taking off his short top quckly to use it as a towel. He wiped the saliva yet again and changed into the clean, comfortable clothes he'd brought. Everyone other than him had left already, given his unnecessarily long working time. He folded his stage clothes and put them on the couch where he'd gotten them. Putting on hs backpack, he ran out of the placee, opting to use the door backstage rather than the one he'd have to walk longer next to creepy people to reach.

He shivered when he walked into the cold, dark night. It was completely silent which unsettled Taeyong more than he would've liked. Normally, drunk men would be smoking and laughing pointlessly in front of the other door but Taeyong couldn't hear it today. He gulped and looked around a little frantically. Once he saw that the coast was clear, he took the turn to the street he usually used to go back home.

He didn't have the chance to shout or make any kind of sound before a large, cold hand slapped his cold lips and closed around it. Taeyong's eyes widened immediately and he started to trash around in the man's strong hold. The tears he'd been refusing to let flow down didn't listen to him anymore. They ran down his cheeks freely, going over the man's hand.

''You're so pretty,'' the creep hissed and turned Taeyong around in his arms, hand leaving his mouth for one second, letting Taeyong scream for help and sob. He put it back where it was and forced Taeyong on the ground.

It was the creep he'd seen a few hours prior next to the two men he knew. He'd noticed something weird about him immediately when he's seen him and he'd been right. Here he was now, about to get molested by him.

He shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to see him no more. He could only struggle as the man ripped Taeyong's shirt open and then moved on the his black skinny jeans. Taeyong almost threw up when he heard a zipping sound and a rustling of clothes.

''You know you want it,''  the man chortled. ''You're just a slut who-''

He didn't get the chance to continue as he was thrown off of Taeyong before finishing his sentence. Taeyong gasped when the heavy weight was pulled off of him. He lifted his jeans back to ther place and crawled away as far as he could, still not opening his eyes. He heard cracking voices and shouts so he had no choice but to open his eyes.