Red Lights |Hyunchan|

~6~

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Hyunjin was laying in bed. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he was asleep. Comfortable, away from the outside world. It made him feel at ease being away from the real world, having to face that reality.

"Wake up." A voice called out, and Hyunjin's eyes opened slightly, before he closed them again.

"Now dear, wake up." Chan placed a hand on Hyunjin's arm, shaking him. Hyunjin's eyes fluttered open, and once he was aware that his bid was awake, Hyunjin felt so sweaty. Sticky. He couldn't remember anything from the previous night. He fell asleep so abruptly.

Hyunjin sat up, feeling extremely disgusting. "Ugh.." Hyunjin brought his bloodstained bounded wrists to his forehead, feeling how hot he was. Chan watched the younger man, not saying a word.

Chan's gaze made Hyunjin feel hot. Why was his body reacting this way. He sat up, looking at Chan with confusion. Chan was serious looking. And it scared Hyunjin. This wasn't the same gaze as before.

Hunger, and anger.

Hyunjin looked down, his breath hitching. What on earth was happening? His body was craving something, but he didn't know what.

What happened last night?

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Hyunjin tossed and turned in bed, groaning. He heard rain outside, it was padding against the boarded window. Hyunjin couldn't sleep. He was restless. He wanted to move around, or to go home. But no, he couldn't, this was his new normal he was supposedly going to have to "adapt" too.

Hyunjin sat up, immediately giving up after a few more long minutes of trying to fall asleep. He looked at the wall, just staring, spacing out. It was pointless to try to sleep when his body felt this restless.

As Hyunjin's mind began to wander, he thought about Chan. He felt so familiar, but so far away. He knew him, but now?

He also remembered his touch. His lips against his skin. He couldn't help it. His mind was wandering in this room.

Hyunjin shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like the touch, but it's not like it wasn't welcomed.

"Why am I thinking these things?" Hyunjin brought his bounded wrists to his forehead, as if it'll erase all his thoughts on his mind at this very moment.

He moved his hands down, looking at the bed. He fidgeted with the sheets, his mind wandering in places he did not want them to wander too.

Then it clicked. A voice in his head.

"You like it here, don't you?"

Hyunjin didn't know what the voice sounded like, but it was coming from his mind. Hyunjin furrowed his brows.

"What?"

Hyunjin spoke a loud. He'd look crazy to anyone else.

" Accept it. The touch."

Hyunjin's breath hitched. He felt a sensation spread throughout his body. He felt a touch that was foreign to him, rubbing his body up and down. But no one was there. It was just Hyunjin and his thoughts in this room.

"Stop." Hyunjin whispered, but the voice didn't.

"Worthless."
"Admit it."
"Whore."
"Admit it."
"Disappointment."
"Admit it."

"Stop.." Hyunjin whispered, his body shivering.

"Admit it."
"Admit it."
"ADMIT IT."

Hyunjin's eyes shot open, and he held back a scream. Admit it. Admit what? That he was all of those things listed.