Obsession

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Dahlias.
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"P-please let m-me say goodbye..i-i please-" he asked, holding onto Chan who carried him outside. The sky was dark, clouds covering the sky, a dusty rain gently landing on their bodies. The night cried as he was taken away again, knowing he had nothing better to do. He was going back, in that house, where all his sorrows were supposed to stay. But now he was going back to them.

He was just woken up about twenty minutes ago, finding out he has passed out whilst being rammed into. He was in physical pain, and emotional agony from not being allowed to have final contact with the ones he loved. He wouldn't get the chance to apologize, he would be stuck with them again. No more freedom, no more friends..it was only them, and complete isolation.

There was something about the trauma of coming back to the house that haunted him each night. The house that he was starved and abused in. The house that held barely any form of love within it.

He was barely dressed, only wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt that was a bit too big for his body. So he tried to receive as much warmth off of Chan's body as possible, as he laid his head on the man's shoulder, eyes tearing up as he remembered how he panicked in the car, and was told to behave..he didn't understand at first, and spend the last twenty minutes of the car ride on the floor after being kicked down from his seat.

It wasn't going to get better..they weren't going to take care of him, and he felt saddened, that he couldn't be trusted.

"We made new rules" Chan spoke, as they finally got inside the warm house, his body heating up comfortably slowly as he took a look around..not much has changed, and he didn't expect that neither, given that he was only away from them a few months. "1: you must stay chained or restrained at all times..we can't trust you after the stunt you pulled. 2: you must listen to each word we say and tell you, and you'll have to obey everything, even if you don't like it. 3: don't raise your voice, or scream or yell, don't bother to show dominance around us, you know you'd fail. 4: you'll be participating in every meal, starting from 8 am for breakfast, 12 pm for lunch, and 6 pm for dinner. No snacks or whatsoever is allowed. 5: you will help cleaning and cooking, keeping everything tidied up..you'll mainly wash laundry. 6: your space is in the basement, I don't want to hear any complaints, we can't trust you up here alone. And 7: you must give in to all of our desires, you don't have a choice..if you don't follow the rules, then you'd have to face the punishment..if you follow them long enough for us to be satisfied, you'll gain something from us" Chan explained, setting the boy onto the kitchen counter, looking at him directly in the eyes.

"Can't I sleep with you...the basement is scary" he mumbled, keeping his voice low as he avoided eye contact.

"No, you'd had to get used to your place down there. So don't even bother asking..you'll only grant access in our beds when we want you for specific reasons".

"M-my teddy bear?".

"It's in the basement, Seungmin is setting up everything you'll need" Chan confirmed.

"Like what?" He tilted his head, his shoulders tensing up as Chan got far too close too him.

"We spend the past months renovating down there, we were going to get you back sooner or later. You'll have access to your own bathroom now, we don't feel like coming to get you just for you to complain and then piss your pants. You have a wardrobe with clothes we want you to wear. A bigger bed, a chain that lengthens to the whole basement..that's it, that's what you get".

A shiver ran down his spine trying to imagine what Chan was describing to him, but it was so brief and limited, he could barely get a sense of it.

"You'll be keeping an iPad, which has been programmed to let us know what you are watching, at what times. If you want to download something, you'd have to talk we me or Seungmin..but I would recommend putting it to use for sometbing good, it wouldn't be fun for all of that to be taken away from you the moment you pick it up" Chan warned, his tone strict and precise.

Jeongin felt fear build up in him, that he would be alone again, for days down there. It felt so heartbreaking getting everything he loved again taken away from him. He came to the conclusion he couldn't have anything for himself, his life wasn't meant for freedom, it was meant to be held hostage in a basement, in a house far away from everything he even knew.

"I-if I can't stay up here...c-can one of you p-please stay with me?" He mumbled, looking away from Chan who raised a brow at his question. He felt so stupid for even asking such question.

He wasn't even supposed to stay close to them. He hated them, but he loved them so much too. They felt so familiar, so safe. Even despite the fact that they always hurt his feelings.

A scream left his bruised lips as he felt his hair being pulled, eyes shutting close in fear, being thrown onto the kitchen floor from the counter. Tear flowing down his cheeks, feeling his body tense up, feeling Chan's presence hover above him.

"You ask too many, you're so pathetic. If you really want someone with you so badly, then fine, I'll fucking stay with you, but just shut the fuck up" Chan growled, pulling him back up as he pushed him towards a bookshelf, causing Jeongin to turn around confused.

He wondered why he wasn't pushed further. Until he looked around a bit, the realization hitting him that according to what he remember. The basement door was supposed to be right infront of him.

He was pushed aside again, landing on his butt, gasping slightly at the contact he made with the floor. He didn't bother to even look up to observe what Chan was doing. He was too busy and shocked to even pay full attention at the moment. Everything was happening at the speed of lightning.

This pervious morning, he woke up, about to go about his day, he had his regular argument with his mother..which turned out so much more crucial than what he could ever imagine happening. Then they show up, fuck him till he passes out, then he wakes up in a car, twenty minutes later, he was being thrown around like an object. His life was over for good.

This morning, his mother was alive, he was home, they weren't in his life at that moment. But now, his mother was dead because of himself, he was nowhere near home, and Chan and Seungmin had full control over him again.

He was pulled up again, and carried down the stairs. His eyes wandered against the white walls, and the pastel green carpet flooring on the stairs. Thus was already a big change. He remembered the walls being made of concrete, with holes, blood and paint spots all over them. But now they were white. He remembered the stairs being pure thin wood, creaking at the slightest of movements. He remembered the flooring being plain concrete. But now it was all pastel green carpet, causing him to wonder how the rest looked like.

He was getting a bit curious and excitement, indeed having high expectations.

As they finally reached downstairs, he was laid on a rather soft mattress, eyes wandering around the room. The bed was relatively big and soft, the lamp was switched to a new and brighter one, he had a pink desk in one corner of the room, a door which was a deeper shade of green. There was fairylights above his bed, multiple different wall and ceiling decoration, a dresser and a closet. His eyes scanned over it excitedly. Almost jumping in shock as he saw the stacks of books by his bed.

He was much more satisfied with this than he anticipated. He thought he would receive a boring, plain basement, with a larger mattress. But he actually got a whole bed. It made him a bit happy to receive such enrichment.

"I'm staying with Jeongin for the night, he kept begging till I gave in" Chan informed Seungmin who finished up putting away some stuff on the desk, looking back at the two with a soft smile.

"Good" he nodded in response, looking at the boy who couldn't take his eyes away from wandering around the room.

"Darling, snap back to reality alright? We know it's nice compared to whatever you are used too. But I never lied about treating you better" he chuckled.

Jeongin once again realized something. Chan never meant treating him right, as in the way of caring for him. But he meant treating him, in a sense of making him feel more comfortable in his own space, and have a sense of independence..it made sense, that's why he was still being thrown around with.

"I-i like it..I-it's pretty" he smiled a bit, focusing on the pattern on the blanket he was seated onto, loving the colors illuminating off of the fabric. "Thank you".

Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as he thought?