^pls dont come at me for cropping yuta out im sorry @ yuta stans
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❝ what's in your mouth? ❞
all eyes were on jisung as the caretaker asked with a challenging glint in his eyes. mark, however, rolled his eyes at him and, upon realizing that jisung lied, shifted his gaze towards the floor.
" n-nothing, mister, " jisung stuttered, and mark held in a sarcastic remark as the others continued watching.
jisung tried the hide the gum under his tongue and open up his mouth for confirmation, but the caretaker saw the little bit of pink sticking out as he did. he looked at him in alarm for moment, before looking at the other six.
" breakfast is in the pot, get your own plates and eat up, " he instructed, and the boys nodded.
but as they made their way to the kitchen, he held jisung back.
" you. i need to have a talk with you, " he beckoned him over with his finger. " follow me. "
jisung gulped but did as told, not like he had any other choice, anyway, glancing back at the other boys, but soon found their voices fading off into distance. and as he followed him over towards his room, fear grew in him when the thought of getting caught flashed through his mind.
" mister, i— "
" don't you worry, i'm not going to hurt you, " he reassured, and by the looks of it, he really didn't seem to want to.
but of course, jisung was still a little unsure as he took a step closer towards him. the caretaker took something out of his pocket, jisung was sure he saw a similar piece of gum, and broke it in half.
he held up one half of it in front's of his face. " take it. "
jisung did as told. the caretaker then told him to eat it, and he yet again, did as told. he didn't even understand why he obeyed; maybe because he thought there were better things to die for than getting strangled by his own caretaker.
he watched him closely as jisung chewed slowly onto the half piece of gum. seconds later, told him to stop, and gave him a smile.
the same smile that he gave mark, nine years ago.
" you may go, jisung. "
jisung bowed and scrambled off past the living room, and to the dining room where the six boys were having their breakfast. all in close scrutiny of the caretaker from the other room, who seemed to appear behind him right when he took a seat beside mark.
mark looked up from his food the moment he felt chills down his spine. because of both the caretaker, who he saw shove something down his own throat, and jisung, who was just sitting there and staring down.
and yet, he still stood up and got jisung his serving of breakfast for him. but when he entered the dining room again, he met the caretaker dead in the eye, and the chills from before couldn't even compare to the ones he felt just then.
