His Agony

4- We'll make sure you live in HELL!!

Two days later...

Chan woke up, still feeling groggy and disoriented. Though he had returned to the dorm from the hospital, his body still ached all over. He had spent the past two days mostly confined to his bed. The other members hadn't come to see him much.

Are they busy? Chan wondered. I've already caused them so much trouble. I can take care of myself.

The morning light filtered in through the dorm room window, signaling the late morning hour. Chan's stomach growled. I'm hungry.

He remembered the doctor prescribing a lot of medication, but he couldn't be sure if he had been taking them properly. Han had occasionally come in to remind him to take his pills, but Chan's memory of the past few days was hazy.

He struggled to get out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. As he descended the stairs, his vision blurred, and he had to grab the railing to steady himself.

Ahh... I need to sit.. his head spinning. Just then, he saw someone's back, hunched over a phone. Thank God...

"... Mmm, Felix... Is that you?" he called out weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

After a moment, the figure turned around. "Why? "

"Oh, it's you, Minnie. Can you help me a bit? My head is spinning..."

Seungmin grabbed Chan's arm tightly, pulling him with surprising force and dragging Chan down the stairs at a pace that felt more like running.

Chan's vision blurred even more. I just wanted to sit... My head is spinning... "Wait, Minnie, ah... Your hyung doesn't feel well-"

"Cut the crap about being my hyung. Just shut up and follow."

Why is he angry? Why am I not his hyung? Chan didn't have time to ponder; he had to focus on not falling as they hurried down the steps. Seungmin led him to the dining room and practically shoved him onto the sofa. "Happy?"

"Thank you," Chan muttered.

"Fine." Seungmin turned on his heel and left without another word. Chan closed his eyes, trying to will away the pounding headache that was growing more unbearable by the second. I should've stayed in bed. Maybe a little nap will help... He forced himself to rest, though every throb of pain made it difficult.

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"Hey, wake up, kiddo. Are you okay?" The voice roused Chan from his uneasy sleep. His throat was parched.

Thirsty... he thought, feeling like his mouth was filled with cotton. struggling to open his eyes. It felt like hours had passed. He wanted to get up, but even the slightest movement sent waves of pain through his body.

All he heard was a hiss. "What did I tell you? I told you guys to take care of him!" It was an angry voice, filled with frustration. "You didn't even feed him, didn't give him his medicine, not even a drink of water? For real? You let him faint right after he came out of the hospital like this. I'm ashamed. The doctor asked why he's dehydrated and I had no answer, thanks to you guys!"

It was the manager's voice. Why is he yelling? Chan felt a bit better; an IV drip was in his hand, and he was back in his bed. Did I collapse again?

"Manager..." Chan mumbled.

"Hey, Chan. Feel better?" the manager asked.

"Yeah..." Chan replied weakly. Beside the manager, Minho stood with his arms crossed, looking tense. Chan tried to smile at him, but Minho averted his gaze.

"I gotta go. I have tons of work already. If this happens again, I'm not going to let it go, okay?" The manager gave Minho a stern look, patting him on the shoulder before leaving.

"WE.NEED.TO.TALK"
Minho said once the manager was gone.

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"No-no way. There's no way I did this," Chan stammered, confused. "Is this some kind of prank?"

Minho pulled out his phone and showed Chan a video. Chan's heart sank as he watched.

"This is just one time. Just look at your phone. You're all over the internet. We don't even need any other proof."

Chan felt his world crumble. Minho's words cut deep. Suddenly, Minho grabbed Chan's hair and yanked it harshly, making Chan wince in pain and shock. Minho leaned in closer, his face inches away from Chan's, eyes cold and unrelenting.

"You don't get to beg for mercy. Not after what you did. You're going to pay for every single thing you did.
Understand?
We'll make sure you live in HELL!! ,
Just like you did to us."

Minho's terrifying smile made Chan's blood run cold. After Minho slammed the door behind him, Chan clutched his chest, feeling his heart race.

No way... no way I did this. What am I? A monster?

Minho had shown him a video of himself hitting I.N's cheek.

He said there's more... Dear God, what did I do in the past three months!

With trembling hands, Chan searched for his name, typing hesitantly. As he read through the search results, his face grew pale. Half an hour later, his phone slipped from his hands, crashing to the floor. His expression was blank, devoid of any emotion.
I'm such a dick...
That's all he could think.

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One week later

Seungmin's voice echoed through the dorm, a mocking tone lacing his words. "A couple of months ago, I was so scared of him. Who would've thought there'd be a day when I'd be bullying him?" He chuckled, relishing the irony.

Felix chimed in, his voice dripping with false sweetness. "Hey, Chan hyung. You have time, right? Wash my clothes too."

"Alright," Chan replied quietly, his voice devoid of its usual warmth.

"Oh, what should we eat for dinner? Pizza?" Seungmin mused, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"No, I need a homemade dinner today," Innie interjected, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You hear him, hyung? Make sure it's tasty." Bin's voice cut through the room as he playfully slapped the back of Chan's head, though the gesture carried an undercurrent of malice.

Chan forced a smile, nodding obediently. "Yes, I'll make sure it's good."

The atmosphere in the dorm had shifted dramatically. Once filled with camaraderie and laughter, it was now tinged with cruelty and dominance.

And now the real shit gonna start.

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