Obsession

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Latter.
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The time seemed to have passed by quicker than the boy had expected. It went from being slightly humid and chill outside, rain falling and making impact with the surface of the earth, leafs slowly leaving their homes..now the tress were naked, ground covered with white ice of snow. The weather was beyond cold. Which was easy to assume, now that he knew they were in the damn mountains. Certainly something the boy didn't exactly expect, explaining the reason why it was so difficult to get away in the first place. And of course, he dismissed all the thoughts of running away..considering it his death wish if he did so.

He graced over his uncovered scarred flesh upon his arms, a blanket wrapped around his body to heat it up a tiny bit. It wasn't cold inside, it was warm. But nothing really kept him warm anymore. He was always uncomfortable, accepting the abuse the men still made him go through atleast once or twice..heck even thrice a week. Only for them to sing him to sleep, cuddled him up in blankets as if they were the ones protecting him. And Jeongin fell for it all. The sweet lingering tone of their voices stuck in his head, their touch upon his fragile skin. It was indeed very..Scary.

All the days have been similar..barely anything huge happened. He didn't ever attempt to escape, and mainly got hurt when the men was generally in a bad mood, taking out whatever they were feeling onto the poor boy..who has now learned to just accept it.

It wasn't worth fighting back to get involved in more trouble. To begin with, it hurt..now, it is just a numbing feeling..craving praise after they did horrible things to him. He was indeed a goner. Letting his only contact with people, take advantage of him. Breaking him down and hurting him in indescribable ways. He couldn't define pain anymore, he couldn't feel when they cut through the flesh on his arm, he barely grimaced when they did.

Eventually he just accepted everything in general. Learning more about the men's behavior in the long run, how they would treat him on certain days to prepare for the worse of incidences. He didn't touch anything that didn't belong to him if he didn't receive it first. He learned to keep everything to himself, including his problems. He knew better than to complain to them, they didn't care and found it inconsiderate of him to share such nonsense of pathetic feelings to them.

Even though in Jeongin's own opinion..they should've been happy he would even willingly share his thoughts with the ones that broke him the most.

He was aware of everything they've done. Yet he didn't care, he still fell for their siren like voices that echoes through his head..loud enough to burst whatever made of glass, and he was barely holding on. Keeping up his facade, letting the men ruin him for good, and then embrace him like they are the heroes of his story.

"Mine".

At the sound of a familiar mumble speaking by his ears, and arms wrapping around his thin proportions. He turned his head to the owner, already knowing who the quiet voice belonged too. Staring at the man with dull eyes for a second, before gazing back out the window.

He was still in Chan's room..knowing he had no other choice but to stay there. It was warm and pretty nice, being able to lay and wrap blankets around his body all day, as the men did whatever they pleased in the real world.

"Hi.." he replied quietly, already losing his breath at the sudden embracement. Melting in the touch of Seungmin's hands rubbing circles on his tummy.

"Pretty" Seungmin spoke, as he looked out the window, looking at the snow that piled onto layers of layers, lattering each other up.

Jeongin smiled, also clearly mesmerized by the beauty of the outside world for a second. He wanted to play in it, but he knew it was cold..and that he had no perfect fitting for clothes to wear outside. Sighing softly as he looked down at himself, watching the fabric of the skirt he has for quite some time now..been told to wear. Hating the feeling of the fabric pinching his skin, but he bites back his complaints, knowing he would get punished badly if he commented upon it.