Youngjae's vision was black... he couldn't see anything... it was all darkness.. not a single source of light was found..it was all just..black.
he was in utter shock upon hearing nothing but complete silence.. but then a whisper suddenly broke that deafening silence and sent chills down his spine
"Y-Youngjae.. I'm scared.."
He swears he's heard that somewhere before... he didn't know why but.. he suddenly felt a black whole eating his heart up as he heard the statement and the voice..
"Youngjae help me..." It sounded really desperate... Youngjae so badly wanted to help whoever that is.. but he just doesn't have any idea how...
"Youngjae I thought you loved me..."
That voice was so painfully familiar...
He covered his ears, desperately begging for it to stop as his head was spinning... he didn't want to hear such a beautiful voice in the tone of unbearable sadness
tears started to rammaged down his closed shut eyes
"S-Stop.. please stop.." he curled himself up into a ball as he brought his knees up to his chest, sniffling loudly
"Youngjae.. how could you?..."
"Youngjae... why?..."
"MAKE IT STOP PLEASE!!"
"Youngjae! It's all your fault!!"
that was the last thing he heard before he flew his tearful eyes open
"MAKE IT STOP!!" He yelled
and suddenly.. it wasn't so black anymore..
he observed his surroundings, his senses slowly starting to come back
"W-Where am I?..."
He asked as if he's expecting someone to magically appear and give his curiousity fill while his eyes scanned the place.. it was a fire place.. and he was laying down on some sort of a couch
He heard a soft melody, only to find a classic CD player playing one of those soothing classic tunes..
Honestly.. who still uses those? it's like the 40th centuary, people have large stereos or mp3 players..
speaking of which, it seems as though the whole place was deprived of anything modern... it was all... well... classic... just good old classic..
"So You're finally awake... took you two days..." a husky voice said behind his back..
he turned around to see a handsome looking young man, that he didn't recognize one bit... he probably was just a few years older than him..
he was sipping off a mug of coffee, while casually just leaning againts the wall..
"W-Where am I?..."
"What does it look like? You're in a house..."
Youngjae felt like he's missing something important, but he brushed it off at the sight of his body.. these were certainly not his clothes
"If you're wondering... I placed your stuff in my room.. I had to dry your clothes and let you wear mine for the time being.. " The man said in a stern voice
"W-What happened?..."
"I should be the one asking you that... what were you doing all soaked up, laying in the snow unconscious with that buddy of yours?"
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Desperate (Daejae Boyxboy)
Hayran KurguDo you want to find out what happened to the boy who was locked away, fated to never see the daylight and to stay captive for the rest of his life? Well? Do you? How's about giving this story a read? After all, even the tiniest little read, much li...
