Fateful Desire || Bang Chan

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⚠️ Slight smut warning! You'll understand what I mean by 'slight' when you read it.

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Alex's p.o.v

I'll give up when I'm dead.

That was the thought that was constant in my mind as I continued my stay in the hell that was the cell in the Nct base. I'd lost all track of time, here in the windowless room, void of any detail that could tell me the time. It could've been weeks for all I knew. What I did know, though, was the endless torture.

I was surprised Taeyong hadn't had me maimed or anything yet. Except for the numerous cuts, bruises, burns, I was in relatively good condition; I didn't even have any broken bones. This made me suspicious; what did he have in store for me? The only thing that told me he wanted me dead was the starvation. I was given enough water to keep me going every now and then, but I knew eventually without food I would perish; was that how he wanted me to die? Surely not, it didn't seem extreme enough on his end. No, this had to be part of some longer plan.

Most of the time it was the henchmen that were torturing me, but every now and then it would be one or more of the members, including Taeyong occasionally, though he mostly liked to watch and order people around.

There was, however, one person that visited me more often than the others, and always by himself. Johnny, before he began each torture session, would be very suggestive and try to seduce me. I could tell he wanted to fuck me, but he wouldn't unless I was also willing. At first I was very much against this, and would always prefer the torture; I wouldn't betray Chan like that. However, as time went on, I began forming a plan to get out of here, and Johnny would be my only too willing accomplice, though he wouldn't know a single thing.

It was time to put my seduction skills to the test. At first I'd recoiled from the idea. I was Chan's, and only his. I'd never do anything to betray him. But I began to realise that he'd want me to do anything to get out of this situation; we both knew how the mafia world worked.

So, with my plan set in my head, I waited for Johnny. As if he knew he'd been summoned, he arrived a few hours after I'd settled on my plan; he was also the first person I'd seen in a while.

"Hey there, sweetheart," he smirked as he closed the door behind him. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me today?"

I remained silent, but instead bit my lip as I peered up at him through my lashes. Sensing a change in my demeanour, he kneeled in front of me, and lifted my face gently to look at him properly. With confusion on his face, he began leaning in, as he had many times before, but instead of pulling away as I usually did, I also leaned towards him, our lips meeting.

Where most would feel strange willingly kissing someone they didn't want to kiss, it was something I'd made myself immune to a long time ago, especially when I had a plan to focus on. Of course, Chan had been the only exception.

Johnny's surprise was evident, but when he realised I wasn't going to pull away or anything, he eagerly pressed in more. As his hands went to hold my face, my hands, still in their shackles, gripped his t-shirt, the kiss quickly turning hot and messy. But then, Johnny pulled away to look at me, still confused.