Red Lights |Hyunchan|

~10~

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Chan was gripping the boys elegant hand. His hand was slightly sweaty, whereas Hyunjin's was ice cold, not a bead of sweat in sight, or to feel. Hyunjin's breath was picking up with excitement as he bounced around, his beautiful hair flowing with each movement, each step that he took while Chan followed closely behind, his curly hair bouncing as he kept up with Hyunjin's movements.

"I didn't think this was what you meant by exploring." Chan muttered underneath his breath as Hyunjin ran around the halls of the upstairs portion of Chan's house. Hyunjin let out a genuine chuckle. "I've never seen your house before." Hyunjin walked down the hall, looking at the multiple eerie paintings Chan had in this mostly wooden house.

Chan's bedroom was right at the end of the hall to the left. It was hard to even hear if the doorbell was ringing or if someone was knocking at the door because of how far down the room was.

"You should've made your room a painting room." Hyunjin commented, walking to the right of the hall. The hall had one door to the right, which Hyunjin recognized to be the bathroom because of the painting that was there. The painting Hyunjin saw of the man in all black clothing, which Chan claimed to have seen as well.

Hyunjin continued down the hall, noticing a door to the left, and a door in the back. Hyunjin opened the door to the left, and saw a library, almost. It had bookshelves, with multiple book scattered everywhere. There was papers torn up on the ground, multiple broken books covers, just a complete mess.

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes, stepping inside the room before Chan pulled him back.

"Let's not." Chan tightened his hold around Hyunjin's hand, and Hyunjin frowned, looking at the room one more time before stepping out of the room, shutting the door. It didn't matter if Chan showed vulnerability in the bedroom, what mattered now was that Chan was a very unpredictable person. He could be so sweet and innocent one second, and switch up and stab Hyunjin with a needle the other second.

So Hyunjin chose to listen. He decided to go to the room in the back, but stopped while his hand was halfway on the door handle.

"This was the room you were keeping me in, wasn't it?" Hyunjin asked, his voice carrying on a hesitant tone. Chan slowly nodded, gently nudging Hyunjin backward. "Let's go explore somewhere else."

Hyunjin looked at Chan, before a small smile creeped up onto his face. "Alright."

With that, Hyunjin walked down the hall and down the wooden creaking stairs into the living room. The kitchen was on the right, the living room was on the left. There was a door that you could walk straight up to right after getting off the stairs, so with new found playfulness, Hyunjin tugged at Chan. "Come on!" Hyunjin exclaimed playfully, moving forward and opening the door. It was the laundry room. It was nice and cleaned, a complete contrast to the library room Hyunjin had found upstairs.

Hyunjin walked into the laundry room, a very refreshing scent filled his nostrils, reminding him that he hasn't showered for awhile. Hyunjin pushed the thought aside, and looked at the dryer and washer, the basket in the corner which was half empty with some clothes that definitely belonged to Chan, but then something caught Hyunjin's eye. In the basket, he saw familiar clothing. He walked to the basket, and bent over to pick up the clothes.

It was his work clothes. They haven't been washed since he's been kidnapped.

Chan cleared his throat, grabbing the clothes and balling them up and throwing them back in the basket. "I'll wash them for you. I haven't had the time." Chan said, his voice very quiet. Hyunjin narrowed his eyes. "Is he embarrassed?"

Hyunjin thought to himself, before chuckling. "It's fine." No, this was far from fine. Chan stripped him out of his clothes and put on these white clothes, of course it wasn't fine. Chan kidnapped him, so it wasn't fine. Nothing about this situation was normal or fine.