Fugitive | seulyong

xiv.

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"mask or no mask, you're still caught in a lie."

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ten woke up with an unfamiliar headache. he felt that his body wasn't that aching anymore but something in him still stings. he scanned his environment only to found out that he's still in the same room.

the room where he died.

ten sighed and massaged his temple. his wounds were still sore and fresh but he seems to not mind it anymore. what only matters now is that maybe he's still breathing, or at least. his eyes weren't blank anymore and his shirt was still ripped. his hopes were already draining and he would sometimes pray to just have him dead.

they're so cruel.

yuta was one of the most ruthless man that he have ever encountered. yuta made him take different drugs, toyed with him and asked for answers that god knows he shouldn't share.

they got what they want except for one.

ten doesn't even know if he should just give up but all those years training in the agency is haunting him. he still wanted to live, he really does but seeing his situation now, he might be considered a talking corpse.

he found out a few secrets regarding the seoul triad. he smiled looking at how well informed he is now. maybe jimin would be also proud of him, considered that he was once an educated failure.

ten tried to sit back up but his back was failing him. with that, he just lay on the ground, thinking senseless thoughts. and that's when he heard a few footsteps approaching the very room.

here they come.

in the gloomy room stepped yuta and his men. they've got a few guns but all he did notice was another boy holding a laptop. he looked someone selling an encyclopedia rather than being an associate. another girl also walked in holding a suitcase.

ten didn't even dare to mutter a word, he just watched how they arranged a few things and he automatically knew what they want from him.

god, just please kill me.

"ten my boy," called yuta. "did my little boy get a goodnight's sleep?"

ten ignored him and shivered from the possibilities that are starting to grow.

"can you do me a very special favor?" yuta asked and leaned over ten. ten averted his gaze and his breathing became heavy.

yuta grinned, seeing the surrender. "i definitely knew that seulgi was goddamn useless. i wonder what taeyong's really after her." yuta then cupped his chin, "i guess maybe he wanted sex?"

a few laughs enveloped the whole room before the tension became vivid.

all ten could do was to not get affected by yuta's words but all he could do was listen and nod. he was a prisoner entering his death sentence.

"koeun, is the laptop ready?" he asked the only girl in the room. she looked young like the other boy arranging wires. "yes, almost."