Seventeen: OTPS

JunHao

Author's Note:

This is my first OTP ever! I got so excited to write this. I don't like the beginning of it very much, but I think the rest of it is OK. I hope you enjoy.
When the characters are speaking in Chinese the dialougue will be in Italics. When they are speaking in Korean it will be normal.

This is a warning: this story will contain mature themes, such as assault (not full,but almost.)

Minghao's P.O.V.

"Minghao, be careful out there, OK?!" my Mom calls after me as I head out for my nightly run.

"I will Mama!" I shut the door behind me and lock it before I take a deep breath. The air has the smell of freshly formed dew that can be seen on the grass, and the moon is full. It lights up the darkness allowing me to see where I'm going.

I've been trying to take better care of myself and that include me eating a lot of healthy food and going on runs every single night. I take a deep breath before starting down my usual route. After an hour of running I turn around and head back towards my house. This time I walk to cool off.

As I am enjoying my walk, I hear a language that I'm not completely familiar with. I've heard it before, because my friend Vernon can speak this language. I just can't remember what it is and then it hits me, its English. I don't think anything of it and continue walking. After a while, the person who I assume is speaking English is right behind me and before I can turn around a cloth covers my mouth and nose. I try to fight, but all I can smell is sweetness. I slowly become weaker and everything goes dark.

When I wake up, I'm on a dirty mattress on the ground. My hands tied behind my back with rough rope, and the gag in my mouth tastes vile, making me gag on my gag. (lol) I manage to sit up and I begin to slowly take in my surroundings, which isn't much. The room I am in is spartan at best and barren at worst. There's a door with no doorknob, and a window with bars on the outside. Now that I'm sitting up, I can see the various stains on the mattress in the weak moonlight. I shiver, and it's not just from the cold coming from the concrete walls.

Suddenly, the door swings open, causing me to flinch.

I watch as three men walk in the room and begin talking in english. I try to say something, but it's just muffled by my gag.

After who knows how long, one of the men hands a bottle and a few needles to one of the others and walks out. The door slams behind him and I jump again. I turn to look at the remaining two men and see one of them smirking at me. It's the one with the bottle, the blonde one, who looks like a typical anime villain's henchman. He takes the cap off the needle and draws up a cloudy liquid into the syringe. He passes the bottle to the other person, who has messy black hair, like he just rolled out of bed after going to sleep with his hair wet, and starts to walk towards me. All I can wonder is what's in that needle, but I don't want to find out. I scoot back quickly, however, it doesn't do much. I let out a muffled squeak as I am grabbed by my ankle and yanked down the bed and forced onto my back. Blondie the henchman then decides to sits on my chest and forces my head straight, before taking the needle and injecting the mysterious cloudy substance into my neck. He gets off of me and just smiles as he watches me try to get up.

My head starts to get fuzzy, and I toss and turn my head and try to get up again, but I realize I can't really move. The guys begin to take off their shirts. At this point I realize I have very little if any strength left. The blonde one is the first to approach. He pulls me in a sitting position, undoes my ropes, and then takes out the gag. After he lays me back down, I try to push him away with all my strength which only makes him laugh. He motions for the black haired guy to come over while pointing at my wrists, saying something in English. I am to weak to fight as my wrists are now being pinned to the mattress above my head. While I am being held down the blondie goes and tears my shirt off.