\\ DUSK\\ Fantasy AU \ ATEEZ Fanfic

// Chapter 17 \\

"Well, this is certainly interesting." Wooyoung's low murmur echoed as deadly as a knife across the room.

He was kneeled and chained to the wall, like last time. Eyes glimmered in a glare from beneath the lavender bangs. He was the one vulnerable, helpless, unarmed but I couldn't help but feel those things myself as I stared at him. I still feared the look in his eyes and, yet, my curiosity would not let me rip my eyes off of him. Perhaps that's why I took so long to take my first step into the cell.

I somehow stopped shaking before we even opened the door. My insides shivered and then became complacent to the unnatural aura of him. The cold chills of the Taker caressed my skin and I hated its familiarity and unease that it gave. I wondered how it made me so complacent though. Emotion was not on my face as I entered that cell, as I looked at Wooyoung.

To that, Wooyoung smiled.

I did not let this throw me off. I remembered what happened the last time I was in here.

Yeosang came in after me, masking his face with what I assumed was his cool and cunning expression he held the walk down into the cellars.

Wooyoung raised a brow as he walked in. He let out a breath of a laugh, "Ah, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Answers," Yeosang spoke simply as he positioned himself to my left.

"We're going to ask you some questions," I continued in a surprisingly cold and steady voice, "And you will answer them, unless you wish for this to be more difficult on your end."

To this, Wooyoung hummed, before he murmured, "The star has sparks."then he sighed boredly as he managed to try and readjust himself, shaking the chains as he sat up to face us, "I won't talk with him here," he turned his gaze to Yeosang, slightly annoyed.

To this, Yeosang folded his arms and didn't move another muscle, eyes trained to Wooyoung's, "You don't have a choice. I'm not going anywhere."

Wooyoung hummed once more, "Well, that'll be the end of this discussion. I won't be talking."

"He said you don't have a choice," I spoke as I took another step forward towards the Taker, "And he's right. It's either the easy way or the hard way."

"See," Wooyoung sighed as he turned to look my way. The look was knowing— like I was supposed to know, "That's where you're wrong. I have all the choices in this matter and you have none, Starlight."

You have none.

It was an effort to hide the discomfort and off-balance his words brought. I'd gone stiff and I knew I'd gone stiff by the satisfied look in his eyes.

"You know, I'll tell you one thing. That is, I'm surprised San still somehow grew close to you," Wooyoung smiled then, "Starlight," he tsked, "It was supposed to be us." His words ended in a snarl as the chains raddled behind him.