He didn't know how he got here.
The sm building parking lot didn't look like this last time he saw it, but he wasn't focused on that.
Kyuhyun's feet were stuck to the floor and he couldn't move, arms held down by shackles on his wrists, "Ryeowook!" He called but he couldn't seem to make a sound, no matter how hard he tried to scream. The translucent forcefield wavered and ripped as he banged against it in the vein hope of pushing through.
The man sitting a dozen yards away was unresponsive, staring blankly like Kyuhyun wasn't there at all.
Steel toed boots drug across the assault, glistening in the red sky as their owner approached Ryeowook with a shiny blade in his hand.
Tied down to the wooden chair, it appeared Ryeowook couldn't move either. He didn't say anything, sighing and accepting his fate.
The blade slashed across his left arm first, vertically, leaving the blood to pour out like a faucet from his skin.
"NO!" Kyuhyun tried to scream, fighting against the forcefield, slamming it with his fists as hard as he could, but his hands weighed 50 pounds. He thought his head would explode, "STOP IT!"
Convulsing and shaking violently, the chair underneath Ryeowook rocked back and forth. In a quick motion, the blade slashed through his other arm.
"STOP IT! STOP PLEASE GOD!" He screamed until his throat was sore but the man couldn't hear him. Kyuhyun tried to fight against his shackles but there was no home.
The blade went through the man's neck, leaving him slumped over and lifeless, eyes rolling back in his head as he drew his dying breath, and Kyuhyun sunk to the ground with his screams fizzling into sobs.
Kyuhyun awoke in a pitch-black trap of pillows and blankets. He rolled around and fought with the cotton constrains before sitting up in bed and letting his lungs fill with air properly.
It was 4:57am when Ryeowook heard a hard knock on his door. He looked out the peephole before undoing the deadbolt and pulling the door open, "Kyu, there better be a good reason for waking me up at this time of-"
He was cut off with the maknae lurching forward to hug him tighter than he'd ever been hugged before. Nearly stumbling backwards, Ryeowook wrapped his arms around Kyuhyun's waist. He heard a weird noise and seconds later realized it was a sob, feeling tears on his neck. He hugged him tighter.
He wasn't watching the clock, but he knew it had been well over a minute when Kyuhyun finally let go and stood up straight, wiping his cheeks with the palms of his hands. They were just standing in the doorway now. After 16 years, Ryeowook knew better than to ask why that just happened.
Shrugging, the maknae muttered, "Night," and turned to walk away, but a grab at his arm stopped him.
"I'm basically awake now. Do you want to watch tv in here with me?" He asked, hushed, a tired smile playing at his lips.
Nodding, Kyuhyun wordlessly followed him back into the hotel room, shutting the door. He wiped his eyes again, climbing into the king-sized bed and letting Ryeowook put an arm around him. He knows Ryeowook doesn't mind this, but he hopes he can get through it alone next time.
Well really, he hopes there won't be a next time.
The tv casts a blue light onto Ryeowook's profile and Kyuhyun stares at him until he returns the stare, "Thank you," he whispers, looking back at the tv as resting his head on the man's shoulder. The horrible nightmare from earlier began to feel like nothing but a distant memory.
The end.
