Horizon | C.JH , K.YS | rewrite

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A/N: hey y'all. sorry for the delay. i had a heart attack and a seizure about a month ago and had to stay in the hospital, then my wifi cut out for a few weeks so i couldn't do anything lol. i'll try to upload more frequently to make up for it hehet.

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Yeosang whimpered softly as Minwoo brandished the knife.

After enduring hours bound to the chair, his body aching from the relentless abuse, Yeosang could only endure, tears streaming down his cheeks. He struggled to utter a response, hindered by the fabric gagging his mouth.

"What's the matter, whore?" Minwoo's voice dripped with malice, punctuated by a cruel chuckle. "Such a pathetic sight. You won't be around much longer."

Yeosang shook his head frantically, pleading silently, his eyes wide with fear as Minwoo drew the knife closer. He strained against the ropes that bound him, attempting to evade the blade inching perilously close to his throat. Despite his efforts, the cold steel pressed against his skin, chilling him to the core.

"Say goodbye, Sangie..."

The threat hung in the air, a dreadful promise of impending harm, as Yeosang's heart pounded in terror, his mind racing for any hope of escape from this nightmare.

Yeosang jolted upright in bed, his heart racing as he took in deep breaths, trying to steady himself. Placing a trembling hand over his chest, he felt the frantic beat of his heart before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Just a dream... just a dream," he murmured to himself, rubbing his face tiredly.

Leaning back against the headboard, Yeosang couldn't shake off the vividness of the nightmare. It felt too real, and it left him unsettled. Glancing at his phone, he squinted at the time.

"3:54 am," the clock displayed, casting a faint glow in the darkness of his room.

With a small sigh, Yeosang turned on the bed, pulling the covers closer around himself. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the faint light seeping through the window, willing himself back to sleep. The silence around him felt heavy, and despite his exhaustion from crying earlier, sleep eluded him.

After tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity, he gave up with a frustrated groan, pulling the pillow over his head briefly. He briefly considered waking Wooyoung, but seeing his friend peacefully asleep, he couldn't bring himself to disturb him.

Sighing again, Yeosang picked up his phone and sat up against the headboard, scrolling aimlessly through apps to distract himself. Minutes ticked by tediously, and eventually, he tossed the phone aside with a huff. The sense of uselessness crept in, reminding him of his earlier tears and the haunting dream.

"Minwoo really knows how to leave a mark," he muttered to himself, feeling a sudden craving for something warm to soothe his nerves. Tea sounded like a good idea, something to relax with. After all, a warm drink couldn't hurt, right?

Yeosang slipped out of bed, padding over to the door and gently closing it behind him. He tiptoed downstairs, the dimness of the early hour barely noticeable outside. Navigating quietly through the expansive mansion, he felt relieved he hadn't lost his way.

Entering the kitchen, he scanned the shelves for tea without success, settling on a glass of water instead. As he filled it, a familiar voice startled him.

"Why are you awake?"

Yeosang jumped, nearly dropping the glass, and spun around to find Jongho standing there, dressed casually in a black shirt and grey sweatpants, hands tucked into his pockets. Yeosang couldn't help but admire the vibrant tattoos that adorned Jongho's arm; they seemed to suit him perfectly.