Broken (MinSung 18+)

Chapter 37

TW: Violence, angsty stuff, mentions of blood, anxiety/panic, guns

A/N: Seonbae is used to refer to a mentor-like older person

A/N: Grab your tissues.

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Jisung's eyes widened as he felt a hard, cold, solid substance against the small of his back. They were much faster than he'd expected.

"Quietly walk outside, take two rights." He heard an unfamiliar voice in his ear as his knuckled tightened on the handled of his shopping cart.

"Okay, Siri, calm down with the navigation. It would not be nice to traumatize all these people who just want to shop for groceries. I swear, people's kids these days." He said, lightly, hoping that nothing would actually happen if he could stay in a fully public setting, like this. At the same time, he didn't want to drag a myriad of innocent shoppers into this, if they did decide to get violent. It felt like a lose-lose situation.

"It's either you, or that cute little raven-haired boy looking at fucking vegetables right now."

Jisung stilted before dropping his hands from the cart and trying to maintain a calm voice. "Alright, alright. Damn. At least promise me that's a gun you have to my back. I have a very loving boyfriend who would be upset if it's something else." He whispered, making sure others couldn't hear him.

In response, the gun was pressed harder into his spine, causing him to wince as he began walking where he was told. As they passed a security camera, which he assumed was not being watched at the time, he looked up without turning his head, to mouth a few words, hoping they would get through to the people who would definitely be watching this feed later.

When they finally rounded the corner, he was met with three armed men, waiting with unimpressed looks sprawled throughout their faces. He turned, slightly, to confirm that three more were with him, walking out. 

Six total- that could be seen, at least. Jisung sighed, immediately copying their unimpressed expressions.

"So... you guys need lunch money or some shit?"

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"Okay, look, I'm just saying. My friends and my boyfriend could and have tied my wrists together better than this." Jisung said as he turned to look at the rough rope binding his hands behind his back to the chair, disapprovingly. 

The man in the black cap grunted in clear disdain as he reached down to yank on the rope, tightening it significantly, to the point where Jisung could feel his pulse vividly throbbing against it.

"There ya go! See? With a little practice-"

He was cut off by his own pained groan as the man raked his fingers through Jisung's hair, grasping it while nearly tearing his head back so that his gaze would be aggressively met with the man's.

"Stop fucking talking." He mumbled, lowly. 

Jisung frowned in response. "So much hotter when my boyfriend does it." He whispered, mostly to himself. His retort was met with the harsh backhand of the one who held his hair just moments prior. He had moved to stand in front of Jisung, hitting him with much more power than the tied boy thought was necessary.

The door to the small, plain white room opened as Jisung spit out the mixture of blood and saliva pooling behind his bottom lip and teeth. 

"Dude, is my dad your role model, because if so- the physical violence is SPOT on. You're getting so close. You just need to start chucking some bottles at me while slurring insults."