Talk.
__________________________"You won't be saying a word up here" Chan spoke once Seungmin left. The boy absolutely traumatized, still crying in pure pain as his body ached from head to toe. He didn't even want to see himself right now, he would never want to face his own body again. He knew he looked absolutely terrible, how deep the cuts and wounds were. How terrible he felt when he tried to breathe. "And to make sure of that" Chan smirked, pulling out a gag, making the boy widen his eye, wincing in pain as he completely forgot about his left eye. Whimpering at the side as he bite his lips harshly.
He shook his head, looking at Chan, practically begging in silence as he tried to writh himself away from the ropes.
"Stay still..I have questions first" Chan sighed, pressing the boy's hips down, causing him to yelp out loud. A hand clasping over his mouth as Chan sushed him quiet. "Why did you run out the front door? how long have you've been planning it? And why won't you obey?" Chan spoke through gritted teeth, leftover anger coming out at the boy beside him.
Jeongin didn't know how to response. Despite knowing the answers to all the questions. Though, he lacked the moral to speak, the confidence. He was absolutely terrified of these two men, wanting their bad and abusive behavior to stop. If they really wanted him, why didn't they ever show him? They always pushed him around as if he was bare object to them. They spoke to him with anger and no emotions on their faces. He was very frustrated with everything..and yet he only just snapped 4 days ago, and he felt the urge too again. But he knew that there wasn't one part of his body that wasn't aching in agony. Screaming to get treated by a professional. But he also knew that Chan and Seungmin would never go to that extend.
"Speak darling" Chan spat, his eyes growing a shade darker as he hover over the boy. "Or do you want your mouth sewed closed too?" He smiled, a horrifying vision for the boy.
"I-i already told you...i-i did i-it on impulse..i just saw the quickest escape away from y-you..so t-that I wouldn't get hurt' he cried out silently, his throat soar from all the screaming and yelling from the pain within, to the pain outside. "I dismisses the thought o-of doing it a long time a-ago..w-when I realized I wouldn't ever escape this n-nightmare..i-i had no hope..whatsoever" he whimpered as Chan got closer to his face, his knees on either side of his body as he held himself up with his hands. "I-i want to b-be good..I d-do..b-but I didn't like how t-the only things I had..was t-taken a-away from me" he continued to stutter out, tears decorating his pretty cheeks as he laid there helplessly, not wanting to do anything that would provoke Chan's anger. "I-i know, I'm not good enough..and I'm so f-fucking scared..i-i don't know the d-date, the time of the year..i-i don't know you, nor Seungmin..y-you came i-into my life out of no where..a-and took it away from me" he cried harder, watching as Chan finally stopped coming closer. His lips pursed into a thin line as he looked at the boy.
"Wanna know why we chose you?" Chan asked, lifting a hand to trace the boy's wet cheeks. Who sniffed as he looked up at the man.
"P-please? I-ive been dying to know all along" he nodded his head frantically, whining at the pain as Chan chuckled.
He stared at the boy beneath him. Taking in each and every beautiful aspect of him, tracing his soft, yet firm cheeks from all the crying. Smearing and wiping off the tears that fell from his precious eyes.
"You know..Seungmin and I have known each other since we were just little kids..our parents weren't the nicest, they took drugs infront of us, let us smoke their cigerrates by the age of 12 and 14..we were outcasted in school, because of our families reputation. Seungmin was bullied severely from being the quiet, boy. He never spoke, not even to me. I felt so much hatred to each one of those bullies, that I locked them in a room at the school, and murdered them all brutally with my own hands, while Seungmin watched me" Chan explained, watching as Jeongin got lost in the explanation, finding the story interesting. "Instead of screaming and begging for help, Seungmin thanked me verbally. I haven't been more joyful in my whole life, to know my one and only friend, spoke to me after years of silence. He started speaking regurlarly to me, to have conversations with me, but wouldn't have with anyone else..everyone hated his silence, they judged him by the book of his cover. So I killed them, each and everytime" Chan chuckled, looking at the picture on his bedside table.
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Obsession
Fanfiction"Why are you being so mean to me..what did i do?". "N-no, forgive me please".