out of the woods [yeonjun x reader]

chapter 6: criminal civility

After the harrowing events that took place on the roof, Yunho convinced Yeonjun that it was time to take me back inside.
Yeonjun was pissed but conceded.
I felt nothing.
I feel nothing.
They didn't bother with the blindfold this time as I was ushered back into the elevator, with Yeonjun's iron grip on my wrist.
I've never felt so small and insignificant in my life as the two men tower over me on other side.
It's silent the whole ride down to God knows where.
It feels like it takes an infinitely longer time than before but I make no comment and instead stare straight down at the ground.
Eventually the elevator doors ding open and I sneak a look up as the sight of a hallway unfolds before me.
Yeonjun yanks me forward by the wrist and I follow him hesitantly out but with really no option.
Yunho takes up the rear and even though I can't see behind me, I feel his presence right next to me.
I take in my surroundings, slightly baffled by the nearly pristine hall we're walking down.
What happened to that room I woke up in because this is like the polar opposite—
I catch a glimpse of one of the guys who threw me in the back of the van, the tall one with the longer brown hair.
He's standing in the open doorway of a room that looks like it's set up for a board meeting or something when I look in as I walk past.
What is this place? Who are these people?
Well. Clearly they're some kind of criminals.
If you find your best friend murdered on the ground, why wouldn't you want to call the police?
Why would you kidnap somebody just because they were a witness?
Well, that part kind of makes sense, especially if they are criminals.
But I can't even really be considered a witness, not only do I remember ZERO DETAILS, I also don't speak whatever language it is they're all speaking so how would I even know what was said?
These are the thoughts that swim in my head, reassuring myself that I am not possibly in the wrong right now and they genuinely have no reason to keep me here whatsoever.
Hopefully they'll just come to see that and let me go.
And if not??
I glance around, scanning for any exits and finding none.
Well. There's a lot more floors than this so there has to be a way out somewhere.
Yeonjun stops me in front of a dingy, old door and then twists the door knob, opening it to expose a short, battered set of stairs leading into the room I woke up in.
At least it's something familiar.
He gives me a prompting shove forward and I tentatively step down the steps into the small, dirty, windowless room.
It's only slightly larger than a decent walk in closet with it's only items being a single leaky faucet in the corner and a rusty bucket right next to it.
Oh for the love of God.
I turn around, unwilling to accept it.
Yeonjun is leaned casually in the doorway with his arms folded over the midsection of his mildly torn white tank top.
"The old janitor's closet back when this was an officebuilding."
His lips twist into a sadistic smirk. "And now ? Your new bedroom."
"You can't leave me in here." I state, staring at him incredulously. "It's inhumane."
At this, he rolls his eyes. "Give me a break. You have water."
I eye the dirty faucet before looking back at him. "Please just let me go. I would tell you what you want to know, but I. Don't. Know. Please."
I stare up at him, knowing there's desperation in my eyes. "I would help you if I could, I'd do anything—I just want to go home."
He doesn't respond for a moment and then after a second, tilts his head in an eerily thoughtful and calm manner.
It's so out of character that I almost feel a swell of hope in my chest.
"You are home. Get used to it."
That squashes any small breath of anticipation I was holding onto and I feel everything in me crumble down even further as he emotionlessly turns from the entrance and strides off.
This brings my attention to a silent Yunho standing just a mere foot from the doorway.
I don't care though. All the stops are pulled out and I crumple into a sobbing heap on the hard, chilled floor.
I can feel myself crying and wailing for a solid five minutes at LEAST and when my tears are finally reduced to small hiccups and quieter sniffles, Yunho takes the steps two at a time down into the small space.
Accustomed to Yeonjun and his brutality, I instinctively turn my head away as Yunho crouches down in front of me.
He doesn't lay a hand on me, however and instead just exhales gently through his nose.
"Ya, what is your name?"
I keep my head averted to the side and my eyes sneak a panicked look towards him, remembering the lengths Yeonjun took in order to learn my name.
"It's... it's y/n."
"Y/n." He echoes. "My name is Yunho. It's nice to meet you."
At that, I have the desire to scoff, because how is anything about this situation 'nice' ??
But at least he's showing signs of civility.
I don't respond and instead keep my gaze busy with examining the multiple cracks in the ground beside me.
"I..." he pauses as if trying to choose his words carefully. "I apologize for the way this has all happened. We're all just desperate to find justice for Hyunwoo. Yeonjun especially."
"I don't know anything." I mumble hollowly. "I've already said it a thousand times. I. Know. Nothing."
"I know. But..." he lowers his voice some. "Yeonjun is set in his ways, when he makes up his mind—there's no changing it. He won't let you go until he knows who's to blame. So," he stands up straight, pocketing his hands in his jeans. "Try your best to think. If you remember anything, anything at all—let me know."
I draw my knees up to my chest, finding no comfort in his words.
He takes his leave, shutting and audibly locking the door behind him which causes me to sigh in defeat.
This is all so frustrating. How the hell do these people think they can hold me hostage until I somehow have some memory revelation?
I scowl slightly as I prop my chin up, staring at the wall in front of me.
Somehow, I have to get out of here.