out of the woods [yeonjun x reader]

chapter 11: death has to be better than this shit

After Yeonjun decided he'd had enough fun humiliating me with that sandwich yesterday, I sat in that chair for a solid thirty minutes collecting my thoughts.
That is until Jisoo came back in and ushered me up to my feet.
From there, it was back to the basement. My sorry-excuse-for-a-room-janitor's-closet.
Ever since, I've sat in the corner, wide awake.
Contemplating.
It's not like I have many options. I am at the will of Yeonjun's next whim.
And fuck him, I never know what his next one is going to be.
I sigh deeply, frustrated at my current state and circumstances.
Not only do I already feel sick to my stomach,  but I'm hungry again. And fricking thirsty.
Drawing what little strength I have left, I hoist myself up to my feet and begin pacing the small space given to me.
What really are my options??
Try to escape? And go where?? I don't even know where I am.
I then think of the most obvious: taking my life into my own hands.
Shaking my head, I attempt to rid myself of the thought. Have things really gotten that bad? The point is not to die, Y/N.
I pause my pacing to really think for a second.
But long am I going to be here suffering?
Which brings me to my next option: helping the gang find whoever it is that killed Hyunwoo.
I start walking again.
How would I even begin to do that?
Whatever I could remember from that night has been buried by traumatic experience after traumatic experience Yeonjun has heaped on top of me.
Speaking of...
The door opens and I stop in my tracks, glancing over.
Yunho is standing in the doorway, pretty emotionless.
I resume pacing.
"How are you feeling?" He cuts the silence and I force a shrug.
"Y/n." He says my name, making me feel slightly less like a caged animal.
I look over at him again to see him raising an eyebrow.
"What?" I respond irritably.
"How are you feeling?" He tries again and i manage to conjure up some sass. "Um. Well. Let me think about that. Horrible?"
He blinks, seemingly caught off guard. "Well. Can I get you something to eat?"
"Oh, what? Yeonjun's not gonna come and make me eat out of his hand again?" I scoff and at that, he seems even more thrown off.
"What? You know you work for a psychopath, don't you?" I look at him expectantly, crossing my arms over my stomach.
"I understand that you're upset, hungry and sleep deprived but—" Yunho attempts to converse with me calmly but to be honest, I'm not having it.
"Im fucking SCARED out of my mind!" I snap at him, feeling my voice crack in the back of my throat before a shaky laugh creeps out right after.
He just stares at me.
"Upset????" My gaze tears into his incredulously. "Im being held HOSTAGE in a closet."
"I understand—"
"No i don't think you do." I cut him off, taking two aggressive steps towards him before he holds up a hand. "Y/n, back up."
"Or what? What are you gonna do to me???" I implore, looking up at him.
"Im not going to do anything." He says evenly. "Im just trying to help."
"Help?" my voice sounds like a helpless squeak. "Like you're not a part of this?"
He doesn't reply and I'm quiet for a second before rolling my eyes. "Whatever. Leave me in here to die. Death has to be better than this shit."
"You don't want that."
"Like that matters." I answer dully, turning my back to face him.
A few moments of dead silence go by before Yunho speaks up again. "I'm bringing you something to eat, you can decide whether you take it or not but it'll be here."
With that, I hear him walk out and the door click shut.
There's no sound of it locking but I know better than to try and make a run for it again.
So, I spend the next thirty minutes or so I guess, continuing my pacing.
I wonder if I'm consistent enough I can wear the floor down, unintentionally digging a tunnel to freedom.
The thought gives me an inkling of comfort which doesn't last long.
Eventually the door opens again, except this time, it's not Yunho's eyes looking back at me.
These eyes are narrower, sadistic—evil.
While a chill wraps itself around my spine, I force myself to keep my composure.
I don't care how fucking hungry I am, no stupid sandwich is worth eating out of this man's hands ever again.
I don't stop walking and I sure as hell don't break eye contact.
Well, I do. But only for a second to eye the food in his hands.
The turkey sandwich is replaced with a bowl of what looks to be some combination of chicken and rice.
In his other hand, however, a bottle of liquor.
I don't like where this is going.
"I caught Yunho trying to bring you food." He starts off by saying, having shut the door behind him, setting the food and bottle down and stepping further into the room.
I don't answer.
"But I know, and you know— that's not how it works, is it?"
I continue pacing silently.
He stands watching me for a second, seeming slightly irritated by my unwillingness to acknowledge him.
"Y/n, come here. You're hungry, are you not?" He murmurs softly, causing a hiccup in my steps.
I look over my shoulder at him.
He stands, looking at me expectantly—his dark hair tousled over his piercing eyes. "Come on."
I hesitate, knowing there must be some sort of catch. The food really does smell good.
I'm sure my body could really use some protein right now as well.
I tentatively take small steps towards him. He nods approvingly. "There's a good girl."
Avoiding eye contact at all costs, I stop a foot or so in front of him.
I stiffen as he lifts a hand to grasp my chin.
Instinctively, I attempt to jerk away but his grip tightens, forcing me to face him.
He says something sternly in Korean which i of course have no idea how to respond to.
"Sit."
He points to the ground.
I don't make a move to obey and he tightens his hold. "Now."
"Fine." I mutter bitterly.
I slowly sink to the floor and he stands over me, looking pleased.
I'm sure he is, what a dick.
"Good. Now eat."
With the toe of his shoe, he slides the bowl over to me and I look at it suspiciously before glancing at him.
"Eat it." He rolls his eyes. "If i wanted to kill you, I would do something much worse than poison."
True.
So i comply, picking up the spoon provided and begin shoveling scoops into my mouth.
Odd he's not insisting to feed me. Maybe he only has power trips every other day.
Yeah, that's bullshit.
I find it extremely suspicious there's no foul play occurring and no menacing actions taking place.
That is until, I notice the food I'm eating is extremely...salty.
Almost too salty.
And I'm getting thirstier and thirstier.
I pause my shoveling to actually look at what I'm consuming and feel queasy when I notice the shamelessly obvious coating of sea salt across the top.
Oh great.
"Salt poisoning? Really? It's gonna take a lot more than this to kill me." I find myself saying with an edge.
"Kill you? I don't need it to kill you. I just needed enough to make you thirsty."
Oh fabulous, just another way to make me suffer.
I shake my head in disbelief, not even caring and continuing to eat. "Okay well. You've done a lot worse things to me than withhold water from me so."
I shrug indifferently and I hear him chuckle. "You have no idea what things I'm going to do to you."
I refuse to let myself be affected by his words and instead choose to ignore him.
"Well, enjoy, y/n." He slides the liquor bottle over to me and i sideways glance at it, forgetting it was present.
"If you're thirsty, I brought you a little something to drink."
There's blatant malice in his voice, he's not even trying to hide it and I blink.
So that's his stupid plan?? Make me so thirsty I have no other option but to drink alcohol?
What an asshole.
He walks back over to the door, looking back at me to offer one of his sinister smirks before disappearing into the hall and locking the door behind him.
My gaze trails back to the bottle in front of me.
Looks like fucking tequila.
Oh well.

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