Horizon | C.JH , K.YS | rewrite

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A/N: HI SORRY IM LATE. my uhhh my brother passed away so.... buttt im back now. Mr. Mania and a new book coming soon. sorry for any grammar/spelling errors. i DID NOT proofread this at all. its been sitting in drafts for a month.

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Yeosang woke to darkness. It was still night.

Wooyoung wasn't by his side like he usually was. Normally, he'd be there after Yeosang took a shower, spooning him until the older one drifted off to sleep. But tonight, the space next to him was empty.

Rubbing his puffy eyes, Yeosang sat up and let out a long yawn, absentmindedly scratching the back of his head, further tousling his already messy hair. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, but the numbers were blurry, and everything seemed a little hazy. Regardless of the time, he knew he wasn't going to fall back asleep anytime soon.

After a moment of thought, Yeosang decided on tea. It had helped him sleep before, so maybe it would work again. Or maybe it was because he'd been talking to Jongho that night. He wasn't sure anymore. He sighed, rolling out of bed and creeping towards the door, careful to move quietly as he descended the stairs. The last thing he wanted was to trip in the darkness and wake everyone up.

Reaching the kitchen, he found the familiar box of tea and set the kettle to boil. As he waited, he rubbed his eyes again, sitting down at the table and twirling the string of the teabag between his fingers absentmindedly. With a quiet sigh, Yeosang leaned back in his chair, his gaze wandering around the room until it landed on a door near the backyard—one he'd never noticed before.

The large door was slightly ajar, and Yeosang furrowed his brow in confusion. How big is this place, really?

Curiosity got the better of him. He couldn't help it—he had to see what was behind that door. The house seemed to grow larger with every new discovery. Slowly, he pushed back his chair and padded over, opening the door just enough to slip through.

Yeosang hummed thoughtfully to himself as he found yet another staircase, this one leading down to what seemed like a basement. He paused, straining his ears. Faint voices drifted up from below. His curiosity now fully piqued, he carefully descended the steps, taking each one as quietly as possible.

As he reached the bottom, he stopped at the corner, eyes wide in shock. He covered his mouth with his hand, holding back a gasp as he peeked out from the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest.

The man who had tried to flee earlier was now tied to a chair, his body limp, blood covering the floor beneath him. He didn't move, didn't even twitch, and a cold shiver ran down Yeosang's spine.

Minjae sat bound in a chair beside him, while Jongho, Hongjoong, San, and Yunho stood around them, all wearing bloodied gloves. Yeosang's heart began to race. He shouldn't be here. Every instinct screamed at him to leave.

San's voice cut through the silence, sharp and filled with anger. "Cunt. You want me to cut your dick off so you can never rape anyone again?" He panted lightly between the words, his fury barely contained.

A low groan echoed in response, and Yeosang swallowed hard, frozen in place. Should I really be here? He could just turn around, go back upstairs, and drink his tea like none of this was happening.

Minjae's voice broke the tension, dripping with venom. "Not my fault they were all sluts. They deserved every bit of it—"

A loud smack rang through the air, cutting him off mid-sentence. Jongho's fist had slammed into Minjae's jaw, sending his head snapping to the side. Yeosang's eyes widened in shock as he saw blood spill from Minjae's nose, staining his clothes. The others just stood there, watching, unfazed.