black dahlia. | yeonbin.

fourteen

yeonjun awoke to the smell of food clouding his nostrils, his eyes slowly peeling open to reveal the dump he had been cast away at for the last week or two, he wasn't sure how long it had been. he slowly sat up, eyes examining the place.

he had moved taehyun out. his eyes fell to where the pool of dry blood sat, tears brimming the corner of his eye as he thought about the boy.

"i see you're awake." soobin said with a soft voice. the voice that made yeonjun feel so safe yet so scared at the same time. "soobin..." yeonjun croaked out, his voice barely above a whisper. soobin looked up at the boy, a slight smile etching across his cheeks.

he walked over to yeonjun, crouching down to be face to face with the male. he slowly looked at him, bringing his thumb up to caress yeonjun's bruised up cheek.

yeonjun flinched as the sight of soobin's hands going up, "please don't hit me..." he forced out, clenching his eyes tight out of fear.

"i won't hit you, it's me. soobin." he said reassuringly, yeonjun slowly opened his eyes up. in all honesty, yeonjun couldn't fight anymore. he was...numb. he felt numb. he felt like his world had been shattered and all he wanted now was to simply be dead. "i made you food." soobin said softly, grasping yeonjun's wrist softly.

yeonjun gasped out of pain, the aching shooting up his body as the shackles slowly dropped off his sore wrist. he looked down at his wrist, he knew he would have a scar. he looked at soobin, his mind trying to wrap around everything that was happening.

it was too good to be real.

"why are you doing this..." he asked weakly, "because you've been a good boy, you get to eat." soobin said with a smile, slowly helping yeonjun up to go to the table.

yeonjuns tired eyes longed at the door, he couldn't fight it anymore. "soobin let me go..." he whispered softly against soobin's skin. he was too weak to hold himself up, so he was propped up against the taller male.

soobin gently caressed yeonjuns hand, gently placing a kiss on the top of his head. "i can't do that...he'll get mad.." soobin responded in a flash, that soft voice...god that soft voice was enough to drive yeonjun insane.

soobin sat the boy at the table, and gently placed the plates of food before him. a plate full of chicken, fries, kimchi, ramen, and others that were yeonjun's favorites.

he licked his lips in response to the smell of the food, scared to touch it. "it's alright, you can eat." soobin replied, grabbing a piece of chicken from the pile.

he hesitantly grabbed a piece, and bit down into the fresh chicken. his stomach churning from the lack of food.

"im not that hungry..." yeonjun whispered, his stomach rolling as he did so. yeonjun gripped onto the table, it was already too late for him to get food. he couldn't hold it down.

"s-s..." he started, before the world went dark.