Knifes and Roses || MinSung

six.

Jisung woke up, his eyes being piercingly stabbed with the bright sunlight coming in from a window. He then noticed he wasn't at the room he was in that previous night nor naked. He was wearing sweat pants and a random graphic t-shirt, including socks. He was quite grateful he had socks on, cause he despised not having them on.

His legs were the sorest they've ever been and his anus felt like it was going to fall off any moment. He stood up from the bed, and waddled towards a door which he hoped was an exit.

As he walked to a certain spot of the room, he got restrained from walking any farther and fell onto his butt, causing him to yelp in pain. He looked at his hands and noticed he was wearing chains which were keeping him from keeping the room. His eyes widened as he realized he didn't even have his own phone to call the police nor his friends for help.

Before he could get stressed out he smiled, thinking positive. "It's just a dream, Jisung. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll wake up soon." To test if he still had his senses or not, he slapped himself across the face and once he felt the stinging pain spead across his cheek, he was stressed. "Never mind, I'm going to panic. I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED AND I DONT KNOW IF THATS A GOOD THING OR NOT! Like, what if he's hot?"

Jisung started talking to himself, trying to calm himself down before he eventually broke down in tears. This was the last thing he wanted to happen to his life. The room smelt like rotting corpse, the chains were staining his skin with the rust that was probably years old, and the worst part, he had no clue who did this to him. He hugged his knees, letting his tears fall as he was scared for his life, not knowing if he'd ever see the light again. And not the light that's shining through the huge window he had. That was the only good part about this, whoever kidnapped him, he for sure had a lot of money. Even though the room smelt like dead people, he could tell that this room used to be one hell of magical place. The floor was marbled, but it was stained with dried blood, the bed almost the same way. At least the sheets looked like they got washed, but the bedframe was full of blood that looked like it was splattered all over, the curtains were ripped and the doors were all warped.

He stood back up and opened the curtains that didn't even protect his eyes from the sun. He wondered why whoever put them up did as they did no good for the sake of his eyes.

He was a bit relaxed know he could freely move around though. At least he wasn't tied up on the bed, really restricting him from moving. To calm himself down, he stared at the nice view that he had, just trying to figure out solutions on how to escape.

His thoughts got interrupted when he heard the door knob moving around, so he instantly turned his head. He watched as the door opened, revealing a guy wearing all black. He couldn't see his face as he was wearing a mask and he was covered in blood from head-to-toe.

Jisung shot up from the bed and backed himself into a corner as he watched the guy slowly approach him, "bitch, you're scaring me." 

"I mean, that's what I'm supposed to do?" The guy said, just standing infront of the boy, not stunned at all.

"Right, um.. continue doing whatever you're doing. I'm sorry." Jisung quickly apologized before he held up his fists, "Don't think about hurting me though! I will backslap you so hard it'll make you have an orgasm"

Minho didn't know what to say as it was random and threw him off guard. He got his act up together and spoke, "I don't think you'd want to do that, darling."

"And why not?" Jisung questioned as if he didn't see the blood dripping off the guys hoddie two minutes ago.

The guy pulled out his knife and walked closer to Jisung, "because if you touch me in any sort of way that I don't approve of, I won't guarantee you'll be a survivor"

Jisung laughed before he realized something strange. This guy's voice seemed recognizable, like, he has heard it from somewhere, but where?

"Wait, do I know you? Your voice is very familiar.."

"I don't know," The guy sat in the desk chair before setting his knife down.

Jisung sighed in relief, seeing the knife being out of his grip, feeling a bit more safer than before. He slowly sat on the bed, hissing at the pain he had on his uterus.

"So.. how long have you been on this killing spree before?" Jisung spoke up, not liking the silence.

"Not your business."

"Okay, fuck you. Go fuck yourself." Jisung scoffed, "gosh, you just kidnapped me. Be nice, you fat dickhead."

"I'm not nice to the people I kidnap. I just want them to suffer and watch them die out day-by-day. I'm not here for your dumb shit, so cut it out."

Jisung huffed and stared at the males lap, staring at the guys specifc area causing him to giggle.

"Boner?"

"Huh?"

"You have a boner."

The guy looked down and rolled his eyes, "try packing an almost eleven inch dick in your pants, it's kinda hard to tuck it in, but you probably don't know how that feels, huh?"

Jisung widened his eyes, "did you just call my dick small? I think I'm packing a decent seven inches. And also, it doesn't matter to me, I'm a bottom. It's not like I'm fucking someone with it."

The male once again rolled his eyes, he removed the hoodie from his head, exposing his brown hair and Jisung just stared at the guy with full hatred and revulsion.

He played with the cuffs on his hands as he kinda enjoyed having them around his small wrists after thinking about being fucked with them on.

He rested his head on the rusty headboard of the bed, continuing to look at guy, watching him sharpen his knife. He was trying to make out his whole face. The urge he had to just walk up to the male and rip the mask on was extreme. He wanted to talk to his friends, go out shopping, stare at hot men, but no. He is stuck here with a serial killer and now waiting for his life to end.

He flinched when the guy abruptly stood up and looked at Jisung.

"You wanna know what I look like, don't you?" Before Jisung could have his own input and wonder how the taller knew about his own curiosity, Minho hummed, "It would be fun to see your pretty reaction.."

Jisung acted as if he didn't give two shits what the random male was going to do, but in his head he was going crazy to know who he was. He voice was oddly familiar, and it irrated him.

Slowly, he watched as the other took his mask off. Jisung widened his eyes, seeing Minho standing infront of him. The boy stood up and walked over to the taller, slapping his face.

"YOU BITCH! YOU ONLY HAD SEX WITH ME SO YOU COULD KIDNAP ME, DIDN'T YOU?!"

Minho chuckled lightly before he grabbed ahold of Jisungs neck, the younger boys air was getting restricted from the harsh grip of his firm hand wrapped around it as Minhos hand was getting tighter and tighter by each second.

"Let's just say, yes. I did. And it was fun, wasn't it?" He grinned before throwing the smaller boy onto the bed, watching him struggle to gain his breathing back.

Jisung mentally cursed at Minho. As much as he wanted to pounce the guy, he knew it was only a threat to his life, so he controlled himself.

"Anyways, I'm going out. Don't do anything while I'm gone." Minho spoke as he grabbed his mask and walked out of the room.

Jisung scoffed, "not like I can do anything anyways, dumbass." He mumbled and kicked his legs out of aggravation, not knowing what to do anymore.

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