16

                                    

                                          
"Well, well, well," Yeeun's voice made goosebumps rise on Jaemins skin when he entered the locker room. "Look who's crawling to me now." 
                          
"Leave Chenle alone," Jaemin gathered all his courage in speaking. 
                          
"Ooo you're mouthy this time too," Yeeun's heels cracked against the floor as she slowly cornered him. "From what I know I didn't lay a finger on him."
                          
"Well your plastic body guards did and I'm asking you to stop," Jaemin tried to keep his confidence but he couldn't hide the slightly tremble in his hand. "I've done what you said."
                          
"Well Jaeminnie," Yeeun let out a small laugh before leaving forward into his space, placing a hand beside his head. "Someone's still gotta pay for your previous mistakes." 
                          
"Then ill do it," He growled at her and her smirk just grew wider. 
                          
"Really? You're willing to take it?" She raised a brow at him, her hand trailing down his shoulder. "Because from what I remember you wouldn't put out for our poor Lucas."
                          
Jaemin froze in his spot when he saw someone walk out from behind the lockers. 
                          
Lucas. 
                          
Jaemin felt blood freeze in his veins and his chest constrict harsher than ever before. 
                          
His airflow lessening as his wide eyes stared at the tall boy. His throat tightened with remembrance of the drugs...the rag...the abuse. 
                          
His nerves exploded when he realized what she was implying. 
                          
She set Lucas on him. 
                          
Lucas...was nothing but another pawn in her game. 
                          
She wanted Lucas to drug him....she wanted him to rape him. 
                          
Jaemin pushed her away from him and bolted to the locker room door, his escape being blocked by a chest. 
                          
Wonho. 
                          
"Where do you think you're going?" He laughed in Jaemins face as he stepped forward. His knuckles cracking with every step. 
                          
"Please," Jaemin whispered with tears in his eyes. "I'll let you beat me...but not with him here."
                          
Lucas just smirked from where Jaemin looked at him, his whole face beaten and bruised by what he assumes was Mark's fists. 
                          
"Funny," Yeeun ripped Jaemin back by the hair with her hand. "It's like you think I care about what you want." 
                          
Jaemin wanted to run. 
                          
To cry. 
                          
But all he could do was scream out in pain when she pulled him back so hard that he fell. His back smashing against one of the wooden benches. 
                          
Yeeun laughed before pressing hard on his chest with her foot, pinning him into place. "Y'know...JenJen, my boyfriend told me a little snippet of a back injury...is that right?" 
                          
Jaemin just choked as she pressed him to the bench a bit harder. 
                          
Jeno told her?
                          
He promised not to tell anyone...
                          
"Well," She snapped her fingers and Wonho lifted him up and shoved him to the ground. "It doesn't matter anyway."
                          
He felt her high heel on his back and he panicked. 
                          
He didnt even get a chance to breath before she picked up her foot and smashed it down onto his spine. 
                          
The stiletto digging right into the skin and breaking it, blood leaking through his shirt.