Mi Appartieni

Chapter Thirty-Two

        The sounds that echoed through the warehouse were sickening. Mingyu could admit that what he was seeing and hearing was cruel, but he had no remorse in his body. After seeing the picture of Joshua with staples in his head, so broken and beaten by Hajoon, the sounds of torture coming from the room were almost harmonious to him.

Joshua was too good, too pure for this world. He didn't deserve anything that Hajoon gave him. And now, karma was coming for Hajoon. And karma's name was Seokmin.

Seokmin appears at Mingyu's side, lighting a cigar. His hands were soaked in blood. Mingyu looks at Hajoon. He's hanging from the ceiling by his ankles. Both of his hands, the hands that hurt Joshua, have been cut off.

His face was so beaten that one of his eyes was coming out of its socket. He was gurgling on his own blood. Seokmin definitely cracked a rib that punctured one of his lungs. After four days of continuous, unrelenting torture, Mingyu was sure Hajoon would die shorty.

"It's a shame," Seokmin exhales a puff of smoke, "He'll die soon. I wanted this to last a little longer." "Remind me to never really piss you off." "Keep your hands off Joshua and you'll never have to worry." Mingyu nods.

He had grown fond of Joshua like a brother. He wouldn't do such a thing but he takes a mental note to not even look at Joshua the wrong way.

Seokmin approaches Hajoon again. "Let him down." He commands and one of his men release the pulley that was holding Hajoon up. He slams into the ground with a dull thud.

Seokmin kneels down to him. He blows smoke into Hajoon's face. "Before you die." He sneers, "Explain to me. Why did you do it? Why did you hurt Joshua like that?"

Hajoon chokes on his blood. "I-I'm sorry." Seokmin presses the cigar into Hajoon's forearm. Hajoon groans weakly. He was in so much pain he couldn't yell anymore.

"It's not me you have to be sorry toward. Did you ever even say sorry to Joshua? Did you ever apologize for the months of mental and physical abuse? Did you ever even feel remorse for almost killing him?"

Hajoon sobs, "Please - just kill me." Seokmin can barely hear him over the gurgling of his blood. "I won't show you such mercy. You'll die soon on your own. Or maybe it'll take a few hours. I hope it's the latter considering you can't even come up with a valid excuse for what you did to my Joshua."

"Y-Your?" Hajoon questions. "Mine." Seokmin confirms with the utmost certainty and possessiveness. "He's mine. I'm his boyfriend. And no one, past or present, lays even a finger on him. No one even looks in his direction the wrong way."

Seokmin digs the lit cigar into Hajoon's eye. The one that wasn't out of its socket. Hajoon yells sickly as he tries to squirm away but he was too weak. He couldn't do anything but let the red hot cigar burn into his cornea.

Seokmin stands, taking in one last time the state Hajoon was in. He breathes a sigh of relief. The anger that he had felt toward this mother fucker ever since Joshua told Seokmin his name was being lifted. He feels he had done Joshua justice.

"Bring him back to L.A." Seokmin commands as he wipes the blood from his hands with a towel, "Dump him somewhere. Pay off whoever you need to to sell that it was an accident. Make sure he's dead before you leave him. Although, I'll be surprised if he survives the whole plane ride."

Several of his employees nod. They're looking at Seokmin with a mixture of shock and fear. They've never seen him inflict such heinous torture before.

Seokmin strides toward the exit of the warehouse. "I'm going to get some coffee." He tosses the towel aside.