UNTAMED DESIRES | SVT | JEONGCHEOL

10 - Verbatim

<Choi Mansion>

Two weeks had passed with Jeonghan, Joshua, Hoshi and Woozi trying their best to subtly figure out what could they do within the legal boundaries to get proper justice but as expected, there was no way out.

Jeonghan sighed as he was sitting in his room. He felt frustrated in the mess, so he shut his laptop and research files to go out for walk.

He stepped out of the room into the hallways, walking idly.

"Wait, where's the turn?" Jeonghan stood confused amidst the two dead silent corridors.

"Excuse me? Is anyone here?" Jeonghan raised his voice, expecting some help as he clearly knew that he had lost direction.

He pulled out his phone to call someone for help, but it was the exact moment when he heard some grunting sound from behind the door of a room.

He scrunched his brows as he moved closer to the room and tried to listen what was going on.

"Help me...please-" *grunt "Fuck you, literally fuck you for making me life hell!" "grunt "So-sorry master, please spare me."

Jeonghan's heartbeat raced as he gulped visibly.

The room filled with the sounds of grunts and the desperate pleas. Jeonghan stood frozen as he tried to make sense of the situation.

His footsteps became hesitant as he quietly approached the door, careful not to make a noise. He placed his ear against the door and continued to listen.

"W-wait-" Jeonghan paused, "How- Why does both the extreme moods seem to be coming in the same voice?"

The voices were now getting clearer, and Jeonghan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He leaned closer to the door, straining his ears.

He could tell that the same person was speaking in two opposing tones, as if switching between a pleading tone and one filled with authority.

Jeonghan inhaled a deep breath as he pushed open the door and to his surprise, it wasn't locked.

[Trigger Warning, Skip to where it ends]

His eyes widened when he saw a man being tied to a chair with his eyes having uneven and brutal stitches, which were clearly meant to restrain him from opening them.

His fingers were chopped off and so were his ears. His left leg was gone while his hair were disheveled.

Suddenly, the grunts coming from the person stoppen and his lips cruved into a smirk.

"Human...flesh...food...ha-ha- tasty... bring it- bring it to me! I SAID BRING IT TO ME!! CAN'T YOU HEAR?!"

Before Jeonghan could proceed further, he was pulled out of the room and the door was shut with loud thud.

Jeonghan was brought out of his trance as he locked eyes with an unknown lady.

The voice from inside the room began to rise.

"WHY IS IT GONE?! HUH?! Y'ALL REALLY DON'T WANT TO LIVE, DO YOU?!"

The lady didn't say anything as she dragged Jeonghan out of the corridor and brought him to another halllway.

"Who are you?" Jeonghan scrunched his brows, "And what-"

"Im Nayeon." The lady crossed her arms across her chest.

"And may I ask the reason for you literally dragging me like that?" Jeonghan raised a brow.

"You're a well-known psychiatrist but zero survival instincts." Nayeon rolled her eyes, "Dr. Yoon, right?"