Mythical

79. Namjoon's History

(TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of rape, drug, abuse, etc!)

^Narrator's POV^

Namjoon lay there, listening to his sleeping mate's rhythmic heartbeat. Usually, that would have lulled him to sleep, but not tonight. Tonight was... different. It was triggering. He couldn't help but break apart from his mate during their intimate state.

Despite the reassurance that Jungkook provided, Namjoon couldn't help but let the guilt wallow him. During their intimate scene, the memories clouded his mind and intrusive thoughts returned. His mind manipulated him into replacing Jungkook with his past lover.

Flashback

"Come on Namjoon," his wife said, in a sultry voice. "You know you want this." She wrapped her arms around the uninterested male's neck, pushing her body against his.

"No Lara. I don't," Namjoon said, respectfully pushing her away. She was trying to sleep with him... again. "Just because we're married, doesn't mean we need to have sex."

"But Namjoon!" Lara whined. "Your mother wants kids. I want kids!"

"Then go sleep with someone else. I don't care. I didn't want this marriage," Namjoon snapped. It was an arranged marriage. At first, his parents were supportive of his decision to marry someone he loved. But that support took a quick 180 when he told them he was gay. 'It was blasphemous,' they said. 'It was not right,' they said. To prevent the family embarrassment, Namjoon's parents forced him into a heterosexual arranged marriage.

"Fine. Be that way," she huffed and stormed out. She returned an hour later with a glass of water. She placed the glass on the table where her fiancé was working. "At least be hydrated."

Namjoon didn't think much of it. He was too sick of the woman he, unfortunately, called fiancé.

It took 30 minutes for the Rohypnol to take effect. It started off with fatigue, only later did Namjoon realize that it was not fatigue, he was drugged.

"Fuck," Namjoon muttered. He stood up to lock his door, only to fall to the floor. He groaned. He was immobilized but aware. He was aware. Aware when the door opened. Aware when Lara turned him onto his back. Aware when she straddled him, doing what he never consented to.

He was aware the whole time she raped him, but he couldn't do anything. The only thing he could do was cry. Cry as she rode him. His body reacted to the drugs and to the stimulation, but he never wanted it. He hated it. He hated himself. If he wasn't gay, he would not have been forced to marry.

-

He was on a trip. When his father told him about the trip, he jumped at the chance to leave his wife at home. Two years. Two years of Lara using his body as a sex toy. Two years of being abused or drugged by Lara when he refused.

They were on a boat, on their way to South Korea for business. "Son, your mother and I were talking," his father started, barging into Namjoon's study. "Don't you think it's time for you and Lara to produce an heir?"

"I don't want to rush things, father. Lara is not ready to produce an heir," the lie slipped between his teeth like water.

"Well, your mother took the opportunity to talk to her recently. She informed me that Lara wishes to produce an heir," his father informed. "So how about, after this trip, you and Lara can... maybe get things on?"

"I'm not ready yet," Namjoon responded.

"Nonsense. You're a man! You should always be ready!" His father brushed him off. "Tell me, son. Are you still a virgin?"

"Father!" Namjoon protested. "No I'm not."

"Then why do you act like one?" his father asked. "How about this: we go to Seoul, and find someone you can spend the night with? Maybe even a boy, if that gets you to stop being a sissy."

"Father!" Namjoon exclaimed, but his words fell on deaf ears as his father walked out without another word

-

"Do you have a boy?" Namjoon's father asked the strip club's manager.

"One. He's in great demand," the manager responded. "And desperate for money. I'm sure he'll be more than willing to do things." Namjoon clenched his jaw at the manager's smirk. He hated nothing more than people objectifying others.

"Send him along then," his father waved.

"How about your son simply meet him in one of the VIP rooms?" the manager asked. Namjoon opened his mouth to protest, but a sharp glare from his father made him comply and follow the manage to a room. "I'll send him in."

Just two minutes later, a boy walked in. His brown hair covering most of his brown eyes, his stance was that of a submissive.

"Mr. Kim?" The boy's voice made Namjoon feel a certain way. "Mr. Kim?"

Namjoon snapped out of his trance. "Uh, y-yes?" Namjoon stuttered out. He mentally cursed himself for stuttering.

"W-what would you like me to do?" he asked.

"N-nothing!" Namjoon yelled, making the boy flinch. Namjoon mumbled a 'sorry.' "What's your name?"

"Kim Seokjin. Call me Jin," he said his posture straightening. "You're a human?"

"Well, I'm most certainly not any other supernatural creature. I'm guessing you are though?" Namjoon asked. Jin's beauty was so... unreal. There was no way a human could be that beautiful. "You're too beautiful to be human."

"Y-yeah. I am... a werewolf," Jin shied. "Y-you're handsome too. It's hard to believe that you are human. Not for long though." he muttered the last sentence.

Namjoon looked at him in confusion. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that," Namjoon said. The next thing he knew, he was in an underground sort of place. "W-w-what?"

"I'll explain every-" Jin was cut off by two boys running inside. Namjoon yelled in shock when he saw the red gleaming eyes of the two.

"Mate!" They hissed simultaneously.

"M-mate?" Namjoon stuttered out, staring at the three in shock and fear. "V-vampires!" Namjoon came to the conclusion after seeing the fangs and the red eyes.

Flashback end.

"Namjoon baby. Wake up," Jungkook shook his crying mate awake. "I'm here baby, it's just a nightmare."

Namjoon clutched onto his mate's shirt, shaken up from his nightmare. The one reason he changed his behavior was to never let the memories surface. But Jungkook he... His body was perfect. He was perfect. And he was totally different from Lara. It didn't provide any reason why he would see Jungkook as Lara.

"It's a nightmare, Joonie. I'll protect you, baby. I'm here," Jungkook comforted, holding his mate in his arms. His muscles against Namjoon's body allowed the vampire to relax, knowing that his mate would protect him with his strength.

"It wasn't a nightmare. I-It was a flashback," Namjoon whispered.