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Changkyun tells himself that he likes this. It's calming to sit in the bar and listen to the music. That's what he wants it to be, but the truth is the exact opposite. Right now he's too scared to be calm.
Frankly speaking, he has no idea how he ended up like this. Or maybe he does, but he doesn't want to admit it.
His life has always been shit. When he tried to change it for the better, nothing really happened. The only thing that changed was, that he had to work harder to be able to live. Had to find his own way of getting money, so he did.
Nothing had gone really wrong for him before, but now it had. He has messed with the wrong people and he knows it. If he's lucky, he's still alive when the day ends.
"You really fucked up, didn't you?"
It's not really a question, so he doesn't answer. Telling himself that a glare to his friend is enough.
Sehun chuckles at that - though there's nothing funny happening at all.
They are not really friends, but the elder is the closest thing Changkyun has to a friend. They don't worry about each other, but they talk sometimes and that's enough in his opinion.
Stiffening when he hears the door opens, Changkyun feels a new wave of fear rush over him.
It's them.
"Monsta X?!" Sehun exclaims, "You messed with Monsta X?!"
Looking at him pitifully, the younger asks for help through his gaze. He needs a way to get away and it has to be fast.
Sehun shakes his head - he can't help him. No matter what, he doesn't have a death wish and he doesn't want to mess with the wrong people. Though feeling sorry for the younger, he can't really do anything for him at all.
Just as Changkyun is about to leave, there's a hand gripping his hair. Hard.
Crying out because of the pain, hands moving to try and get the hand in his hair away. Glancing at the bartender - hoping for just a bit of help - the guy acts like he doesn't know or see him. It's not really a surprise.
Hearing a snicker from behind him, a lump forms in the boys throat. He's scared. Doing his best, he keeps on trying to pry the man's hand away - to no help at all.
"Stop struggling," the man snaps, giving his hair another hard tug.
Having to lean his head back, the only thing Changkyun can do is look at the ceiling. He stops moving, knowing it's no use anyways. There's no way he'll be able to escape the wrath of this gang, no matter how much he wishes he could.
Changkyun feels his eyes start to water - he's not sure whether if it's from the lamps in the ceiling or from the pain in his scalp. It doesn't take much for the tears to stream down his cheeks, though he tries his best at holding them back.
"Minhyuk get him out of here," a voice yells from the direction of the entrance. "Wonho is waiting for him."
The man - Minhyuk - nods his head and starts to drag the younger boy out of the bar. He keeps on telling the helpless boy, not to struggle or he'll be in a worse situation than he is right now.
As if that's possible, Changkyun thinks bitterly. He can't help but wonder who Wonho is and also what the other man meant by 'waiting for him'. Deciding it's better not to know, he just does his best at keeping up with Minhyuk as he's dragged outside.
Having expected to be pushed into a car or to the ground and killed, it's surprising when he's just dragged down the street and into a big building. Once they reach a certain room - and Changkyun feels like he might be going bald - he's thrown down on the hard floor. Wincing at the pain, he does his best at getting up. As he's about to stand up, he's pushed down into a seating position.
