It was Seungcheol's second night in the same gray room when he finally allowed his body to rest. He fell asleep in the uncomfortable position he was left in, sitting upright while his body was tightly tied to the metal chair, almost blending with it, as if they had become one.
The weariness took a toll on him, as he spent over ten hours sleeping, even though the conditions left much to be desired.
Ironically, he dreamt of his oppressor. Jeonghan's face haunted him even in his sleep, but it was safe to assume that Seungcheol didn't mind this at all.
Somehow, he found himself more relaxed and tranquil after seeing the smaller man. Perhaps the tough circumstances had begun to toy with his mind, but he genuinely needed him to be around.
The loneliness of sitting in an empty room for hours alone was too much to bear even for a dangerous person like him.
He hadn't expected to spend so much time in here. He had been sure his men would have saved him by then, but it turned out not to be the case.
The uncertainty of his fate was killing him from the inside, the lack of control playing with his mind, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
Somehow, the small bunny found itself in control over the king of the jungle, no matter how unrealistic it might be.
The world was designed for the predators to be in control over the docile prey, which both of them knew all too well.
However, Seungcheol needed to see Jeonghan's face. He needed to physically see the presence of the man that caused him to question the qualifications of his men and to question himself.
When his dream ended and he was back to the depressing reality of being alone, captured by the same four walls, all he could do was sigh, patiently waiting for the arrival of his captor.
He listened for any sounds coming from the other side of the doors, disappointing himself as most of the time it was just deadly silence.
He was utterly disappointed with how he was acting now. The fearsome mafia boss sat tied up, eagerly awaiting another man to enter his room. He loathed himself for what he was feeling.
He noticed that most after hearing footsteps and the handle turning, his eyes instantly widening, heart pounding faster with anticipation. He could hardly wait any longer to see his face. He was somehow gratified that this moment had finally arrived.
Only to be left with a deep pain in his chest.
Instead of Jeonghan, he saw two average-looking men, clearly his subordinates. They were holding food and water for the mafia leader, talking to each other.
It seemed like they treated him like a pet, not a human. Someone who couldn't understand them at all. Feeding him was some kind of chore they were forced to do, like teenagers forced to wash the dishes by their mother.
Seungcheol had to admit now that he didn't mind being fed like that, as long as it was Jeonghan. He didn't even mind using the bathroom with others, as long as it was Jeonghan. Somehow, this situation left him feeling even more humiliated, degraded to nothing more than a thing. He tried to speak up, to ask about their leader, about anything, but it was all futile.
Every time someone's shoes hit the ground, the handle turned, the doors creaked open, he hoped to see Jeonghan again. To talk to him, to hear his sassy and irritating words. He needed him.
The days passed, and Seungcheol still waited for either his men to finally come to save him or to see the face he had longed to see for so long. He wondered how Jeonghan was doing, but it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows for him either.
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consequences | SVT
Fanfiction"What have you done?" a young man said to his subordinates, glancing at the locked door next to them. He couldn't believe what was happening. All they had to do was kidnap an easy target, the most docile man they could possibly find in the city, but...
