Obsession

67

Congratulations.
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There was something odd with having a cake..a muffin to be exact, with a singular lit candle shown to his face. His head tilted to the side, with the two expectant men beside him, waiting patiently to blow out the candles to mark yet another year of becoming older. Just how long has he been here again? The last he remembered was his 3 years mentioned by one of them, yet it was a blurry memory, a brief moment of reality. Now it was just a thing he particularly didn't feel the need to know. Most of his questions were answered that one day on the television, remembering how cruel all those news articles made his abduction and overall situation look.

If only they knew how desperate he was for them to just shut up, how he wanted them to all dissappear.

So no. He wasn't happy about the muffin nor the lit candle. He was turning another year. A stupid year. What was he now? 19? 20? He didn't know. He still felt like a little teenager, his 16 year old self. But he assumes he must've have grown a lot more than he thought he had..or well, to be exact, less than that. He wanted to make the men happy, but he didn't feel like accepting any of the gifts nor goods they had in store for his birthday.

It was just another day, like any other day. It didn't have to be special, that would become old. He didn't want to turn another year..he was just getting older and less important. It felt like he was disappearing again, out of reach for himself. He wasn't okay with this, but he knew better than to disobey. It was a known and familiar rule by now. Accept what he could receive at any moment, or expect not even the bare minimum.

He sighed heavily, the lit candle to close up against his face, he felt disgusted by it. Annoyed was the look on his face. He was digging this at all. Actually he prefdered them railing him over like a toy to be used for hours till he passed out, than this stuid piece of muffin in their hands. He watched the candle melt onto the cake, yet he had no plans on blowing out the candle. And he knew they were getting impatient, the tense atmosphere to hard to handle for him, he wanted to run back to one of their rooms, hide beneath the blankets to feel safe, a receive the usual punishment for it. He knew they were getting tired and impatient for waiting on him, he couldn't even  appreciate it, blow it with a fake smile. No, he hated this.

Eventually the candle was blown out, the muffin sat gently on the counter he was forced to sit on. Chan moving to stand infront of him, a look of disapproval on his face. About to speak but he cut him off before it even happened.

"I know..I'm sorry" he mumbled, looking down, hands gribbing onto the counter beneath him, knowing only an explanation could save him from the torture he would experience from this. "I-im just not feeling it..I D-don't want to celebrate..I'm just..no okay" he explained, his head fuzzy and dizzy. He swore he hated starting up a conflict between them.

"Jeongin".

No. Not his name. That was the least he wanted to hear. He would always be in trouble when his name was mentioned. This wouldn't turn pretty.

"You're rounding up, it's a big day...I don't care if you hate it, or doesn't appreciate it, today is supposed to be a good day, not a bad one. You are 20, all grown, no longer a little child, you are unbelievably gorgeous..just, have a good day for us..for this" he spoke, lifting up the muffin to his mouth.

He bit his lip, chewing on it softly, he didn't want to make them upset. Yet today wasn't going to be a good day. He settled for that.

"M-maybe next year" he mumbled, jumping off the counter as he stood against Chan's chest, wanting a hug so badly.

And smiled a bit when a hug sad what he received, from both of them.

"Just know that you are our little gem darling..no one can reach nor touch you here, you're safe" Chan whispered, a smirk on his face as he gazed towards Seungmin.

"My big boy" Seungmin squeezed tightly from behind, pulling him away from Chan and embracing him by himself.

Jeongin just stood there, receiving it. He couldn't care that much, he just needed a hug, and if a hug he wanted was meant to last hours, he shouldn't complain.

"Happy birthday" Seungmin whispered, before leaving the room with the younger in his arms. Chan left alone to stare at the lonely muffin left behind.

"All we do for you, and we receive this bullshit" he spoke to himself, a heavy sigh leaving past his lips, as he closes his eyes. He didn't spare a second glance at the muffin before he tossed it in the trash, remembering the episode days ago.

The episode were Jeongin was crying at seeing himself in such pictures, happy and smiling, claiming he wasn't satisfied here. It pissed of Chan. In Chan's opinion, they did everything right, admitting to the torture they brought upon the younger, but he knew Jeongin liked it, found comfort in it, why else would he come crawling back in their arms, spreading his legs for pleasure. He was pathetically beautiful and perfect. A sin to disguise itself as saint. And they loved it. They loved him, and they were going to keep him.

"The clock is ticking little birdy, come find our treasure, and you'll get killed" Chan mused chuckling at his own words. Remembering when he was purely just 16, showering suspecting that they were watching him. "You knew we were there little lamb, you just played along didn't you?" He laughed at his own question again, finding it funny how adorable the younger were, enjoying the fear radiating off of him.