Power; Jongup & Youngjae
The sun was much lower in the sky than it usually was when Youngjae left one of the cafes he frequented in town. Checking the time on his phone, the boy decided it'd be best to take the back alleys to avoid the cluster and crowds on the main streets because everyone was eager to get home. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he slunk away into a narrow alley, the gravel crunching under his feet as he made his way through the twists and turns to return to the school.
A few more minutes of walking and a dusting of darkness was starting to drape over the city. Taking another turn, he passed by a dumpster when a low voice sounded out. "Hey, you." Tensing, Youngjae almost stopped before rethinking it, speeding up instead. He flinched when a hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist, yanking him back so that he was forced to turn and glare at the stranger. His eyes were cold as he looked at the obviously drunk man latched onto his arm.
"I was talking to you. That's rude, you know?" The man grinned, his beady eyes sweeping over Youngjae in a disturbing manner. "Let go," Youngjae said lowly, in a dangerous tone. Merely laughing, the man's grip just tightened. In a quick movement, the boy's hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the man's face, giving him time too jerk his arm away and make a run for it. Just as he reached the exit, he heard multiple sets of footsteps behind him before he was pulled back, spun around and slammed harshly against the brick wall, making him gasp in pain. Before he could react, his arms were forced above his head and held together with a strong grip like iron.
He was trapped in with two other men he hadn't noticed on either side, and the male from before in front. Just as he almost tugged his arms free, hands reached out and rested on his waist, further pinning him against the wall. His eyes widened as he felt fingers lifting up the hem of his sweater, brushing against his skin. The man from before leaned forward so his mouth was next to the younger's ear, the putrid smell of alcohol invading Youngjae's senses as he spoke. "Shouldn't have done that, princess."
Youngjae finally started to panic. "Fuck off!" Youngjae yelled as loud and with as much menace as he could, hoping to attract attention, before a hand clamped down over his mouth.
