I Hate It When Your Friends Come Over || Felix Hyunjin 💔

                                    

                                          

[💔](🐣 🐭) - I Hate It When Your Friends Come Over
PLOT: Minho has friends that like to go to his house everyday to 'play videogames' with his brother, Felix. Though, they never were playing video games. His friends had been doing terrible things to his brother and try to force others to do it as well. Hyunjin is one who is forced but refuses. He tries to get closer to Felix to help him recover and get rid of there friends, but Felix pushes him away. Will they get closer? Will their relationship blossom into something more powerful? Find out! 
Warnings: r🍇, assault, trauma, bullying, harsh language, descriptive material, (!!if there's any more that should be added here, please tell me!!) 
This story covers HEAVY topics. If this is too much, please go take care of yourself and Ill see you next Saturday. 
If anything happens to injure you in any way, I will not be held accountable. This dosent go too far into detail but it does go a bit further for comfort. (Not ever single detail though like my ❤️‍🔥 stories) 
Nothing in this story is to be taken litterally, additional character names are randomized and aren't to display real life people. 
💜ANGST TO FLUFF   REVENGE💜
This story is a collaboration project I came up with. The two other Lovely people who wrote this  K1606N and StarmyStayArmy 
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(CREDITS TO: StarmyStayArmy) 
It's been weeks now since my days have been filled with complete peace. Oh, I wish I could even remember what pure joy and peace felt like. 
Every day is the same. I struggle in the middle of sadness, fear and anxiety constantly, without a break. I fight through the day, after which when I get to bed I'm tired, tired of everything. Tired of feeling dirty. Tired of being afraid. Tired of feeling disgusting. Tired of just feeling.
You may ask, why I'm afraid every day? Why can't I ever even breathe properly? Why do I always look so scared? The reason is simple. All this is because of my brother's friends. About men who treat me like a toy. Of the men who broke me into pieces like a glass statue.
My brother Minho had asked them to come to our house almost every day for weeks. At first nothing happened. They only spent time in Minho's room. Then it turned into just a little flirting and lustful glances from across the room. But then it escalated much worse than before.
Now, every time they come to our house, I find myself as their prisoner. Bound at their mercy like a worthless toy to satisfy their sexual needings. 
It's happened too many times. Those men have raped me too many times.
Yes, I tried to scream for help at first, but my brother's friends quickly covered it up with "Oh, we were just playing video games!". Yes, I tried to call for help and ask them to stop, but they just hit me and covered my mouth. They continued unabated, torturing me both mentally and physically. 
I haven't told anyone about this. I haven't been able to tell my brother or my mother because I'm afraid they'll think I'm disgusting, dirty. I'm afraid they'll reject me or start hating me. What if I try to tell and Minho thinks I'm lying about his best friends? I don't want Minho or mom to hate me. So I just keep quiet.