SHINee Sickfics

Taemin : Rope Burns

febuwhump day 5

warning: blood, descriptions of injury

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There was an eerie ringing in the air. Taemin fidgeted in his chair. The dressing room was oddly empty. The others were supposed to finish changing out of their regular clothes by now.

The show had finished forty minutes ago. There wasn't any reason for a massive delay. He couldn't understand what was going on.

Taemin got up and headed out of the room. The hallway was deserted. Where had the others gone?

There was a panic lifting in his chest now.

He dashed back inside to grab his phone. Frantically, he called the first contact that popped up - Minho. The ringer went on and on, but Minho never picked up.

Taemin tried the other members, one by one. There was nothing. It was like they had all faded from existence, and he was just calling empty cell numbers over and over again.

"Guys?" he called.

But the echo of his voice was drowned by a sudden commotion outside. Taemin dashed into the hallway to see what was going on.

Masks. Guns. Criminals.

There were three of them stalking towards the dressing room. All of them were tall and imposing, and they walked with a steady gait. The guns glistened in their arms.

Taemin sprinted back into the dressing room. His heart pounding in his chest, he shut the door and crouched down. Hopefully, they hadn't seen him.

But when the door swung open, and a gun was pointed straight at his chest, he knew he was doomed.

"Get up."

Taemin had no choice but to obey.

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"He's right here, as you can see."

A phone was pointed at him. Taemin heard the voices of the other members through it. Though he was still terrified, hearing their voices calmed him down a bit. Then, the panic came back. Where were they? Were they alright?

Taemin had been forced to follow the three intruders into another room deep inside the building. It was a storage room for lighting equipment, but it hadn't been used in years. A thick coating of dust covered the shelves. It was a miracle his allergies hadn't detected that yet.

A rusty chair from a solitary table was pulled out.

"Sit there." Everything was spat out to him.

Taemin wordlessly sank down into it. He could barely think straight.

The one that was talking went behind him. Taemin heard them shuffling around, as if they were looking for something. He heard something being pulled out after a while.

A cord was suddenly thrown around his shoulders and pulled down until it wrapped around his arms. Taemin screamed.

That was a mistake. Instantly, a clammy hand was stamped over his mouth, and he was left struggling to breathe. The cord wrapped tighter and tighter. It was made of plastic. It seemed to dig into his skin.

The phone was still on. He could hear Minho saying something.

Taemin closed his eyes. The cord was finally secured at the back. He couldn't move an inch out of the chair anymore.

The hand was replaced by a rancid piece of cloth. Taemin nearly threw up. It smelled like rotten eggs and it was wet too. He didn't dare think of where else that cloth had been.