Wind blew through my tangled hair, as soft and fragrant as my mother's fingers. I could hear the sound of water dripping, and feel the cold, concrete floors against my back. Where am I?
"You're awake." A sleazy voice noted aloud, bringing me back to my senses instantly.
My eyes flew open. I remember now. I was drugged and kidnapped and brought to wherever the hell this place is. Sitting up, I began to scan my whereabouts. I was in some type of old, abandoned warehouse.
Two men were watching me closely. The 7 foot bald man stood still with his arms crossed. Beside him was a sickly thin man whose entire face was covered in piercings, and entire body covered in tattoos. He was sitting on a stool. The latter was who the sleazy voice belonged to.
And there was Ni-ki. Perched on the floor across me, left wrist handcuffed to a pole. From the nose down, he seemed to be calm and collected. But the look in his eyes took me back to all the times I used to be terrified of him. It seemed as though our kidnappers had very good reason to have the boy restrained. I mindlessly attempted to crawl towards Ni-ki immediately, only to realize that I, too, was handcuffed to a pole behind me.
"Fuck." I muttered under my breath, trying to pull my right arm free in frustration even though I knew all my efforts would be useless.
"Don't waste your energy." The thin man advised, getting up from the stool.
"What do you want??" I demanded aggressively. "Why did you bring me here?"
"Because the boss asked us to."
"The boss. You mean his father?" I cocked my head in Ni-ki's direction.
The thin man smiled. "I'll tell you what, Sunoo-ssi. There's really nothing much that we know either besides the fact that he wants you out of Riki-kun's life."
"My name is Ni-ki." corrected the 16-year old stiffly.
"Whether that entails killing you or not, well, you best wait for him to arrive to find out." The man went on, ignoring Ni-ki's remark.
"He'll be here in fayf dayth chime. I thupowth he wanth chu do cha job himthelf." The bald one piped in, having a 'bit of a lisp.
Chills slowly ran down my spine.
The sleazy, thin one pranced over to me and squatted down, reaching for my chin. I flinched violently at his touch. "What beauty. Wouldn't it be such a waste if nobody got to taste you before your premature demise?"
"Stop fucking touching me." I warned grimly.
"I'm not one to touch little boys. But man... you're pretty like a girl." He said lustfully. "How about it, eh? Are you a virgin?"
Our heads snapped towards Ni-ki as he started laughing out of nowhere.
"What's so funny?" The thin man asked, perplexed by Ni-ki's unexpected reaction at the prospect of me getting raped.
"Have at him." Ni-ki said encouragingly. "Knock yourselves out."
"Ni-ki, what the fuck?" I whispered in disbelief.
"What? Just close your eyes, open your legs, and pretend they're all Heeseung hyung."
"Heeseung hyung?" I frowned. "Why would I pretend they're Heeseung hyung?"
"Sunoo's a 'bit of a slut, you see. He sleeps with just about anyone he meets." Ni-ki told the two men. "That's how he got his nasty condition. What's it called? HTV? HDMI?"
"H-HIV?" The thin man offered reluctantly.
"That's the one." Ni-ki nodded. "But you know, I wouldn't blame you if you went through with it even after finding out. I mean, you must've not had any for so long—"
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High Teen Society
FanfictionSunoo had always lived a fairly conventional life. For the first time in 16 years, he is given an extremely rare opportunity to turn his life around when his mother marries the President of Primetime Co. and he enrolls in a prestigious all-boys' sch...
