Obsession

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Fentanyl.
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The overwhelming sensation of waking up the next morning. His head hurting and so did his body, he woke up with a terrifying scream of agony as he tried to push himself away from Chan, wanting to get rid of the pain that washed over his body in milliseconds. Chan alerted, woke up from the loud screams and cries, watching as the boy squirmed and kicked around on top of him. Tear flourishing his eyes as he felt them drop one by one onto his cheeks and dry skin. Yelping and beggin for it to stop hurting. Chan sighed heavily as he pulled the boy to sit against him, his hands digging into his soft hair, as he scratched the roots gently as he cooed.

It oddly calmed the boy back down from the unexpected amount of pain, panting as he laid against the person who caused this pain. His tears dripping one by one, as Chan massaged his scalp, leaving soft and gentle kisses on his head. As he made the boy focus on the relaxing feeling, rather than the pain that pumped like gasoline lit on fire, through his body.

One thing he couldn't believe, was that he was so close to the outside world. He had felt the ground beneath his feet, his body against the warm breeze, his breath taking in clean oxygen to fill up his lungs. He was at the peak of getting away from them, but suffered the consequences of his own actions. He couldn't believe what happened, actually happened. If he succeeded he could've been hiding somewhere right now, but he wasn't. Instead he laid in the man's arms, who rubbed his head gently, soft whispers and kisses against his head.

He shouldn't have liked it that much. But for some reason, he did. Falling into the rhythm of Chan's hands against his scalp, breathing slowing down as each second passed. No longer crying and screaming in fear and pain. Instead he cried and whimpered quietly, his hands shaking as he held onto Chan tightly, afraid to be hurt again.

But Chan showed no signs of aggressions. No, he was very gentle and careful with the boy. He even trusted him enough to untie his wrists from the headboard, a thing Jeongin himself, couldn't believe. But even so, it was obvious he wasn't able to walk or stand. Not with the deep cuts, bruises, burnings wounds, the burn marks, and the fact that he didn't even walk on a daily basis to begin with. He couldn't stand up and expect to be walking perfectly, he was like a baby, who had to learn how to walk. And it sure did fucking hurt.

"I'll grab some pain killers darling..want anything from the kitchen?" Chan hated to ask that, not wanting to treat the boy nicely after the scene he had caused..which could've have costed both his and Seungmin's life.

"I-i want my stuff back" he mumbled quietly, being laid down against the pillow as he shook.

"It's already in here, I'll make something for you to eat" Chan smirked, standing up and opening the door. Leaving it open fully as Jeongin peeked outside.

As Chan left downstairs. Jeongin couldn't help but to take alook at the door he ran out of days ago, memories flashing like a trainwreck through his head, as he remembered how free yet terrified he felt. The clean air made him almost wish to go back outside. But he felt fear upon that thought, he felt fear that if he went outside, the same thing would happen to him again..to be at the brink of death, watching it nearing him, yet managing to escape it. He had a bittersweet relationship to that thought. He thought going out would've been nice. But instead let him panicking when the front door opened, and a tired Seungmin walked in.

And of course his eyes were stuck on Seungmin, he didn't dare to move them outside. Watching the man closely, grabbing Chan's sheets and wrapping them around his body, as he held in cries of pain. He wanted the pain gone. He wanted too just be able to listen so he could keep staying alive.

He didn't want to die young.

A thought he always had. He didn't like going through life too fast, he loved his everyday routine. And he knew he had to create one for this place. But it was impossible judging by how unpredictable the two men are. The anxiety eating him up from within as he tried to sit up.