UNDER HIS SPELL { taekook }

二 ; ４３

"P-Please.. Let me g-go..." Jeongguk choked back a cry, felt his body stumble to the side due to the moving vehicle he was forced into, his vision falling dark thanks to the cloth over his head. "Please... Please..."

"Someone make him shut the fuck up already."

He heard a voice grunt from the driver's seat, and Jeongguk could feel his hands ruthlessly being clasped together, a rough texture securing them behind his back. He quickly came to realize he was being cuffed with a rope tied around his wrists, and his heartbeat accelerated in sheer fright of such a thing.

"Jeon Jeongguk..." A voice, who he recognized to be Sungho's, called out to him. "We're going to need you to be quiet and behave, or else... things aren't going to end up very good for you, kid..."

Jeongguk gulped back a sob and held it in, the fear rising in his body succumbing to compliance. He nodded his head in silence, then heard a lowered, "Good," in mere response.

And then, a loud vibration noise seeped from his left pocket. The man hoisting him on his left was quick to scramble inside the material to pull out his blaring phone, a quiet grumble leaving his lips.

"Who's Yerin and why is she calling you?" The man prompted harshly.

"S-She's.." Jeongguk gulped. "My f-friend, she-... was just with me.."

The boy felt himself being lifted up to sit straight upon the back seats, and suddenly the cloth over his head was lifted, allowing him to see and breathe a little better.

Except, the first thing his sight had laid eyes upon was a shining, black metallic gun pointed directly to his brain.

Jeongguk felt his entire being go rigid, even forced his own heartbeat to halt at the sight. It took every ounce of willpower for him not to tremble under such a threat.

"I'm going to answer it. And you're going to tell her that everything's okay and that you're home, safe. Otherwise, you're fucking dead." The guy beside Sungho, who was aiming the gun at him, instructed harshly. "You understand?"

Jeongguk quickly nodded his head, afraid to anger these guys and put himself into even more danger.

The man to his left raised the device beside Jeongguk's face, and answered the call in the speaker setting.

"H-Hello..?" Jeongguk spoke up, wide eyes attentive to the men watching his every move.

"Jeongguk, what happened?! You never came back from the bathroom! And Jinnie says you went on home without us?" Yerin's voice blared from his phone speakers.

"Uhm, yeah, I... w-wasn't feeling well. I'm sorry.. I should've told you."

"That's alright, but you worried the fuck out of me! Don't do that shit again!"

"M'sorry.." Jeongguk's voice wavered. "I-I'm okay though. I'm home now, so... I'll just go to bed and sleep off my headache."

The three men's blank stares remained the same, and Jeongguk took that as a sign they weren't dissatisfied with his excuse.

"Okay... Okay, good. Call me if you need anything then, Ggukie."

"Okay, I w-will.."

"And, Jeongguk?"

"Y-Yes..?"

"You sure you're okay?"