Fetish [NamGiSeok]

9

Jin held a hand over his mouth squeezing his eyes shut as the agonizing screams filled his ears. To think he was almost willing to believe that.. this person was a good person.

After telling Jin his name, Hope had left the room without saying another word. He'd locked it behind himself making sure that the older man wouldn't dare try to escape. The screams that Jin heard after waking up had started again soon after.

Though, before Hope had turned to leave Jin noticed that the other's eyes had narrowed - followed by a soft twitch.

"Disgusting. Don't touch me." Seok's voice echoed.

His voice sounded deeper than before. There was a hint of annoyance as well.

"You beg and beg and beg." The voice started again. He sounded angrier with each word.

Jin bit into his bottom lip gazing around the dark room. He made his way towards the door quietly peeking into the keyhole. He couldn't make out much. Just a woman's figure lying on the floor clutching her stomach.

Jin felt bile rise in his throat at the sight. There was.. blood.. so much blood. All he could see was red.

The woman cried, pleading for Seok to let her go. It was a stupid plea. Of course he wouldn't just set her free so easily. He was a killer. If anything, he'd probably let her go just so that he could feel the thrill of recapturing her all over again.

Like a game of cat and mouse.

Seok's shadow swept passed the door startling Jin and he fell backwards onto his hands. He could hear his own heartbeat through his ears. He clutched a hand over the area scared that even Seok might be able to hear it.

"Why are doing this to me? I've never done anything wrong! Who are you?" The woman cried.

Jin felt his sanity slowly slipping away more and more. He needed to get out. He couldn't help the woman. Hell. He couldn't even save himself right now. It was a complete mystery as to why he was even still alive.

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After an hour of agonized screams the room became silent, leaving Jin with his thoughts. The older listened to the heavy thump of boots throughout the house. Back and forth, back and forth, until they'd finally stopped. Infront of the room he was in.

Jin braced himself as the door was unlocked and pushed open revealing the killer himself. A bloody mess.

The older couldn't tell which Seok it was, so he remained silent, not wanting to call the man the wrong name.

"We're done here, for now. Let's go."

Hoseok.

Jin stood hesitantly, trudging out of the room, passed the man.

A small yelp escaped his lips as he found himself blinded by complete darkness. A bag was tied around his head ensuring that he wouldn't be able to point out the location him and Hoseok were at. He was then guided out of the house and into a vehicle.

The ride was quiet. As Jin had expected. He didn't take Hoseok for much of a talkative type anyway. He bit his tongue for a million reasons, but still, he yearned to know of Namjoon's whereabouts. The man was alone.. with.. that other person. Jin had immediately felt a sense of unease upon first glancing at the man. The fact that Namjoon was left alone with him made his heart race.

"... Is... Is Namjoon alright..?" Jin found himself asking anyway. Hoseok kept his gaze strained on the road.

"Please.. Don't hurt him anymore." The older continued.