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Jeongsung - fluff/angst

haven't fed y'all in a while Huh? anyways here's a jeongsung cause it's been in draft for a lil bit!!!

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Summary

"How can you love me when I put you in danger?"

-Where Yang Jeongin is cruel, he shows no mercy and from what everyone knows, he has no weaknesses. What people don't know is that after a job well done he goes home to his lover awaiting him with open arms every night.

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"How can you love me when I put you in danger?"

The low buzzing of lights can be heard within the warehouse along with muffled, pain-filled cries. There is a chair in the middle of the warehouse and strapped to it is a poor soul, blindfolded and muzzled. The individual doesn't need the ability to see because they already know who their kidnapper and abuser is. They were aware from the beginning who they were dealing with and the possibility of them ending up in this situation was almost certain, if not in fact one hundred percent. Though, they had no choice, it was either put their life or their family member's lives on the line. Being a sensible person, they took the money and agreed to the job, even if that meant dying for their family.

For the past two weeks they've been secretly following Jeongin- not-so-secretly since Jeongin had noticed within the day, but he let it drag on for a while so he could have some fun. The individual followed and found out information that only Jeongin allowed them to find. Each report he gave back gave him a large sum of money. Their family isn't aware of the money, not because they've been gambling it, but because they've been putting it into a bank account for their family to receive the day they die. And today looks like that day. Their eyesight is already restricted to the black abyss they'll be getting used to.

Jeongin flips the metal baseball bat in his hand, sucking on his teeth as he thinks of where to hit next. The floor below the chair is stained red, not just of the current individual's blood but the many others before. Jeongin has already hit the skins multiple times, along with across the chest, hands, and knees. The individual's hands can barely grip at the chair's arm rests, each knuckle is swollen and bleeding- three fingers (two left and one right hand) are even pointing in directions they wouldn't be pointing naturally. Their face is worse; the corners of their lips are sore and weeping from the rubbing of the rag muzzling them being dampened by their saliva; an injury to the back of their head bleeds from when they were snatched; their right is black and purple while their left is almost swelling out of the blindfold (the socket very likely to be broken); the whites of both eyes have gone bloodshot red. If they aren't murdered tonight, it will be a miracle if they can make it to a hospital for medical care because they'd have to get there by themself- that's if they are even unstrapped from the chair to begin with.

"Where should I go next?" Jeongin hums as he circles the chair, dragging the bat behind him so the scrapping of metal on concrete echoes around the two. "Here?" He laughs, swinging the bat to the back of their head, just enough to not actually hit them but they'll feel the gust of air rush past their ears. "Hmm... maybe not." Jeongin lowers the bat back to the floor. He walks around to be in front of the individual and squats down, resting his chin on the bat, his hands cushioning in between. "Why did he have you follow me?" Jeongin spits. It's not that he hates beating people up- he enjoys it more than he probably should- it's his impatients that eats away at him, he'd much rather just know and get it all over and done with. Muffled noises come from the one in the chair. "Ahh right, this should help." Jeongin tugs down at the muzzle, freeing the other's mouth. "Now, speak." He blinks as if he isn't making a threat against someone's life.