black dahlia. | yeonbin.

eight.

yeonjun felt his body tense as the cold chains tightened around his ankles and wrist even more. the cold metal sending electrifying shocks down his spine. soobin had it set up to where every time he moved; it tightened.

he couldn't stand it.

yeonjun bit down onto his lip as the metal pushed deep into his skin, blood seeping out of the small cracks. "fuck." he whispered, a slight whimper leaving his lips as the pain coursed through his body. the tears were building up in the corner of his eye, but he couldn't let soobin know he was weak. no. he wasn't weak.

but that was all he felt right now. he was trapped in a dark box, shackled to the wall like some kind of animal with bruises dancing across his neck that perfectly matched soobins handprint. how could he have done this? how could he have fallen in love with a sadistic man that killed his brother. it was beyond yeonjuns imagination.

yeonjun let out a gasp, and sat his head back on the cool cement wall. "do i deserve this?" he whispered out, his chest heaving up and down. his bottom lip quivered as the thoughts swelled up inside of him.

"maybe i deserve to die." he said, looking over to the door. it was so close. yet so far. all he had to do was get up. and leave. and be free.

his eyes longed at the door, watching it creek open. "yeonjun, why are you bleeding?" soobin asked in a concerning voice, a voice that yeonjun knew all to well.

that was the soobin he fell in love with.

"s-soobin." yeonjun cried out, "it hurts. please." he cried, yeonjun couldn't be strong. he couldn't keep going on. he was in so much pain.

"p-please. take it off." he begged.

soobin looked at yeonjun, the soft look in his eyes disappearing as fast as lightning. "you think this little charade is going to fucking work?!" soobin yelled out, stepping away from the bleeding boy.

yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows, "no! i just need them off." yeonjun explained, it was definitely not going the way he was wanting it to. he was too weak to fight.

"bitch." soobin spat, striking a slap across yeonjuns cheeks; blood seeping down his lips. "what?" yeonjun questioned, "what the fuck!?" yeonjun yelled out.

"haven't you taken enough from me!?" yeonjun cried out, "you want to come in here acting all fucking sweet and then switch up when i ask a fucking question!?"

"don't talk to me like that." soobin said in his low voice, immediately pulling out the knife out of his pocket. "one wrong move, i won't hesitate to slash that pretty throat of yours."

what the fuck, yeonjun thought; confusion leaking all over his brain.