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One thing Jun remembered before being caught by Tom was that he never cried.
It was like his tear ducts had melted themselves shut a couple months into his starting T; he didn't--couldn't-- cry even when his mom died. When the only family he had left was Junha and the several distant relatives that no longer associated themselves with them. He remembered just feeling numb and sick. He remembered Junha yelling, and shrieking about how he could be so calm; carry on his daily business, just stone-faced and unfazed. How he missed the wake and didn't answer any of her calls. How all she had was him now, and he didn't give a fuck about family; and how eventually nobody would give a fuck about him.
The weight of that last statement had finally begin to settle on his shoulders, in his stomach, and finally his heart, these past months. Nowadays his eyes were never not red and glistening-- unable to hold anyone's gaze for more than a minute. The image of that light up on the hill flicking off right after he had shouted Junha's name flashing behind his eyes every time... As if she had remembered exactly what she said all those years ago, despite their having made good, she held him to that statement spoken in a fit of anger.
Now all Jun was, was a lump under a jacket heaped on the couch in Tom's office that jerked occasionally as the boy silently cried. He wore nothing underneath the blazer that had been surreptitiously placed to cover his face and upper body, the same way one puts a sheet on unsightly furniture. His pussy fluttered and contracted as cool, conditioned office air kissed it indifferently while cum oozed out of his reddened cunt; clearly having been 'used' before Tom started his meeting and now discarded in the corner of his office like a crumpled tissue. His pussy pulsed and contracted as he curled in on himself, trying desperately to make the single square-meter of the jacket shield his entire body from the air-conditioning and the cruel gaze he knew was fixed on his cunt.
But he didn't have the dignity to show his face. Besides, if he couldn't see the two scary men on the other side of the room, it's basically like they're not there, right?
Despite snot and tears dampened the silk lining of Tom's jacket, Jun's fists still clung to it as he sobbed and tried to stifle his whimpers.
"Oh don't mind him. Pet's just sad because I didn't give him enough treats this morning. Now please," Tom waved his hand nonchalantly as if to dismiss the sniffling heaving heap that occasionally jolted in the corner of the room, "Take a seat so we can discuss your employment."
Another voice awkwardly acquiesced and a chair was dragged before the conversation gained momentum and Jun was quickly forgotten.
It wasn't until the second voice left that Jun heard Tom sauntering over and pulling the jacket off of him; making him sit up and draw his knees to his chest. "Aww, pet. You're always so glum these days." Tom cooed absent-mindedly, with no actual concern in his voice. Jun flinched as Tom brought a hand up to caress Jun's cheekbone with the back of his knuckle and then card his hair.
After a while, "....it hurts" came from a cracked voice as more tears welled up in Jun's eyes and the weight of it made one fall down the side of his cheek. A smattering of bruises littered the boy's neck and more sparsely across his body-- bite mark crescents on his shoulder and around his nipples. More bruises in the shape of fingertips told a story around his hips; an obscene combination of purple and yellow that spoke of roughhousing. But they both knew it wasn't the hickeys or the mottled purple across his throat from when Tom nearly crushed his windpipe the other night. Not anymore at least.
No, it was the fact that he was never seeing his only family ever again. What scarce friends he had, had probably already forgotten about him. And the fact that all he had was the very incarnation of the devil that raped him every night, and only cared for him enough to keep him alive. He was never getting out of this, and this feels too cruel to be repentance.
Every part of that revelation hit him like a truck and sobs wracked his body again, sending him into fits of shaking and shivering-- snot running down his face and red, swollen lips. Tom tutted and pulled the boy into a hug at his hip. The boy wailed into Tom's stomach and squeezed weakly around his waist.
"What hurts, baby? Come on, tell me."
Jun stayed silent.
Tom rubbed circles with his thumb at the top of Jun's head, then tilted the boy's face up with his fingers. "Come on, pet. Look at me. Tell daddy what's wrong." The frail shivering thing beneath Tom heaved a labouring breath.
"No one's ever seeing me again, are they?" Jun's eyes were wet and shining under clumped lashes, puffy and red, the same way his lips were. "Please, please can I go outside just once?"
"No, baby. You know this. You know I just want you all to myself." Tom laughed dismissively and kissed the top of his head before prying the poor thing from his waist and grabbing his jacket. Upon feeling the dampness on the inside, he grimaced and dumped it back on Jun. "Ugh, you can keep that." He then crossed the room and returned with a glass of water and placed it on the small table beside Jun. "Make sure you get your tears back and then meet me in the car when you're done." Then he lit a cigarette and left the room.