YOURS FOREVERMORE

8. DARK NIGHTS, BLACK VISION

Why did Soobin have Herin phone?

„What did you do to her!?"
Beomgyu grabbed the collar of Soobin's shirt, terrified and angry, but most of all worried about Herin.
His hands shaking as he was still effected by the fentanyl.
Soobin just laughed right into his face, enjoying his view. Then he let both phones fall onto the ground. „I didn't do a thing..."
Soobin's hand slowly clasped Beomgyu's.

Beomgyu wanted to punch him, kick him, knock him out, but he needed to know where Herin was. Needed to know if she was hurt...
If she was still alive.
„Stop with your bullshit and tell me where she is!!" His breath sped up and because he was still feeling dizzy from the fentanyl, his view got black for a few seconds.
His hands almost losing grip on Soobin's shirt.
But he needed to concentrate.
He needed to save her.

„I followed her. Day and night. Where she was going, what she was doing and who she was meeting." Soobin still smiled at him.
The same dirty smile he also had, when they had kidnapped Beomgyu.
He loved having power more than anything else.

„Everything seemed normal, until you were around. I just couldn't stand the look on your face. These eyes..."
He giggled as if it was something to laugh about.
He had lowered his head, but as he looked up at Beomgyu again, he got quiet.

„I couldn't stand someone else looking at her. Couldn't stand the way you were looking at her."
And for a second in disbelief, in doubting every word Soobin had said, one of Beomgyu's hand had slipped of his shirt.
The other one still clasped by Soobin, who took the opportunity Beomgyu just gave him.

Soobin ripped the hand off, twisted it outwards and pushed Beomgyu away from him, making him stumbled backwards until he hit the wall behind him.
His hand hurt. Hurt and burned.
Maybe Soobin broke it.
Beomgyu didn't know and he had no time to think about it either.
„It would've been a shame, if I couldn't brake your hands myself."

Soobin walked directly towards him, grabbed his other and smiled as he twisted it.
As he let go, Beomgyu immediately held it with his other hand, leaning forward in pain, just to feel the pain in his ribs even more.
Soobin grabbed his hair, pulled him back up and Beomgyu tried to focus his eyes.
Everything was moving, blurry and too fast for him.
Was this what Soobin had planned?
This kind of fight?
No, not fight.
Beomgyu couldn't even fight against him.
Why was everything spinning?

„Don't worry."
He pulled his head back even more.
„They aren't broken yet, but I bet you will love the sound they make, when they actually do."
Soobin smashed Beomgyu's head into the wall behind him.
He felt so much pain, that the pain at his head just mixed up with the rest, as he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
Then a hit in his face and another right after. Beomgyu closed his eyes, groaning in pain.

„Hey. Try staying awake for me, yeah? It isn't as fun when you're knocked out."
Soobin lightly slapped Beomgyu's cheek, but he just glanced at him.
At his happy face. His smile. His dimples.
He tried to stand up straight again, pushing himself against the wall.
Soobin just lifted his eyebrows, as if he was waiting for Beomgyu to finally break down.
But he couldn't.
Not until he had found Herin.

Beomgyu threw a punch at him and his stupid smile, but Soobin had dodged it, making Beomgyu loose his balance and falling forwards.
Just before he was about to hit the ground, he could catch himself.
He swallowed, before he took a deep breath, slowly turning around to Soobin again.
His view got black again.
Was it, because he had hit his head?