Obsession

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The following days was the same, he would wake up in extreme pain, and cry and beg for mercy. It got to the point Chan was relatively tired of him sobbing at the top of his lungs, each early morning, disturbing his abductors sleep as they constantly had to check on him. Though, after about 2 weeks, his pain started to slowly die down, the cuts and wounds on his body healing slowly, making him finally be able to move without caring as much about them opening, and bleeding all over again. He was able to bend his knees completely but it still hurt a bit, and the more severe bruises was finally fading aswell. Making him feel just a tiny bit better about his appearance.

But that wasn't by a lot. He knew that whatever scar that was going to be left behind those disgustingly deep cuts, was going to be prominent..his skin would never be the same ever again. He wouldn't ever receive the compliments of having baby soft skin as he was given by his friends and family members back in the days. His skin was firm, and bumpy with all the scars forming. He looked dead, but was very well alive. He swore to never forget that day it all happened.

Yet he had promised himself a lot of things. And he haven't been able to keep them. He didn't only have mistrust to Chan and Seungmin, but for himself too. He knew he was far too deep into the deep black void of nothingness, he could melt at Chan's words, and feel fear for them the next second. He could rely on Seungmin's behavior, but scoot away from him when he became upset.

He knew he had no rights in this house. He didn't have that anywhere anymore. He was nothing but a missing boy, a boy whose life is in the hands of two, impulsive and unpredictable men.

So why did he urge for the two men to give him comfort, to give him hugs, tell him with their sweet lies nothing bad was going to be happening?

Because he knew their venomous words, dripping from their handsome faces, would make him feel better about this. He knew it momentarily made things soothing for him, that it gave him a chance to relax, and pull himself together. But he also knew he couldn't escape from their disgustingly sweet words..oh, how he wanted them to sing those manipulative sentences to him, a perfect serenade that could make him feel better. It felt wrong. It was wrong. But he had nobody else. He didn't even have his own back anymore.

He was far to gone into the void.

He couldn't escape.

And he was aware of that. And he feared escaping again. He didn't want to make them upset. He have done so to many times. And he didn't only get himself hurted in those situations, he brought them down with him too, hurting them too. And despite knowing they deserved pain, he couldn't make himself hurt another being.

"Jeongin, stay still..I know it's going to hurt, but we have to care for these cuts and wounds or else it is going to look more ugly, and you don't want that..do you?" Chan spoke, using his name with a pissed expression.

Jeongin sure hell knew that once they mentioned his name. He had to listen, because he knew it was their last straw when they didn't call him their usual nicknames. And he had no other choice but to give in, holding onto the seat beneath his body. Wincing as the cotton pad came in contact with his eye area, moving his head away with a disapproving whine.

"Jeongin, I will not say this again. This is the fifth time in telling you this. Stay still" Chan growled, grabbing his jaw forcefully as he started to deep the cotton pad onto the cut. Jeongin instinctively bit down on his lip, trying to reduce the sounds that tried to sneak past his lips. His eyes tearing up st the stinging sensation, the smell of ointment getting him dizzy.

He knew treatment was important, but he really hated the horrible sensation of the pad pressing a liquidity substance onto his cuts and wounds, causing them to sting like fucking hell.

"Baby" Seungmin whispered, grabbing his soft locks he pulled his head back, joining Chan with dabbing the ointments onto his eye.

Once they finished they covered it again, but with two bandaid this time, one beneath the eye and the other by the brow. Leaving the cut through his eyelid to breath. Also making it possible for the boy to look around with more flexibility.

"Hurts" his whined, looking up at Seungmin who smiled as he looked down at him.

"Mhm" Seungmin nodded, his hands carrying his cheeks gently, distracting the boy from Chan's doings. Knowing that smearing the ointments cream on his legs and arms would hurt a lot more worse the eye. So he kept eye contact with him, pulling to rest completely against the couch.

Jeongin didn't know what to do, he was both aware of what Chan was doing and was conscious upon Seungmin. Trying to relax in the man's hands, but the pain just made it so unsettling for him, that he couldn't help but to look away. He face being pulled right back.

"Look" Seungmin commanded, making the boy nod as he whimpered, his hands moving from the seat to Seungmin's arms, nails digging into them as he maintained eye contact, biting back sounds of agony as he didn't want to disturb Chan nor Seungmin too much.

"Just be pliant for a few more seconds darling..then you can cuddle down here with my blanket" Chan spoke, knowing very well Jeongin enjoyed cuddling with his blanket. It was so big and and puffy and it wrapped around his body twice, making him feel secured. Not only that. "There you go" Chan spoke finishing bandaging his legs back up, before he himself stood up. Looking at the boy was all cleaned up, in new clothes and with cuts taken all care off. Now they just had to get the boy secured and comfortable, so that he would shut up.