Monster

4

"We have to feed them, Jinyoung. We won't get paid for corpses"

Youngjae and BamBam are awoken by the heavy sound of the door, they glance up from their spot on the floor at Jinyoung who enters with Mark. The blond carrying a plate.

"Why are you guys on the floor?" Jinyoung asks, quirking his brow at them.

"Well where the hell else are we supposed to sleep?" BamBam scoffs already annoyed with Jinyoung.

"On the bed" Jinyoung hits his palm against the wall flicking the lights on. Revealing that they are indeed in a room with a bed and a small couch and what even looks like it might be a bathroom. Youngjae looks down at his hands feeling really dumb for not even thinking of looking for a light switch. It's not like they were chained to anything, they could've moved.

"That would've been nice to know yesterday!" BamBam yells, standing up and grabbing onto Youngjae to help him stand up as well, the other still a little dazed. Both of them cringe when Youngjae's pants make this crinkling noise and they remember that he threw up on them yesterday, and now they've dried, half stuck to his legs.

"If by yesterday, you mean this morning when we told you about Jiwon then I suppose. I didn't think you'd be dumb enough not to check" Mark chuckles and walks to the couch, setting the plate down on a crate that is supposed to act as a coffee table, uncovering it to show some rolls and a steaming piece of steak.

"What did you do to it?" BamBam glares at Mark.

"I carried it here. Jinyoung made it"

"I'm not eating anything he made, he probably poisoned it!"

Jinyoung huffs at the accusation.

"Then don't eat it, I don't care. It's not our fault if you starve yourself, I only care about being able to say we gave you food. Steak no less, ungrateful brat" Mark shoves BamBam away from Youngjae hard enough to push him to the ground. BamBam stands up quickly to get back to him but on Marks command,  Jinyoung grabs his arm holding him where he is. Mark leads Youngjae to the couch and sits him down, smiling almost sweetly at him. "I like you, you're so quiet. Here eat. You're the one Jiwon is worried about"

"If BamBams not eating, I'm not eating" He means it to sound assertive but it comes out meek and croaky.

"Cute. Now eat" Mark shoves a small piece of one roll into his mouth. Youngjae doesn't chew starring at Mark like a deer in headlights. What if this is really poisoned? Mark just rolls his eyes "I had some like 5 minutes ago it isn't poisoned"

Youngjae still doesn't chew. He's starving, but he's also afraid to swallow with the state his throat is in.Terrified of the pain.

"Did you want me to chew it for you?" Mark asks becoming annoyed.

Youngjae shakes his head chewing slowly and thoroughly before swallowing. It still hurts more than he thought it would and tears immediately spring up. He absolutely won't do that again.

"Oh is it your throat?" Mark dips his head to look a little closer at it. And yeah, it looks pretty bad, a massive hand print bruise "Soup might be better then"

"I'm not making him soup. He gets to eat what I already made" Jinyoung states crossing his arms in a way that reminds Youngjae of his mother.

"Just make the fucking soup, Jinyoung" Mark snaps, making even Jinyoung flinch, uncrossing his arms instantly. Mark stands, shoving the tray in front of the empty spot next to Youngjae."BamBam, eat this since your friend can't"

Mark leaves Youngjae on the couch and pulls Jinyoung towards the door, saying he'll be back with some soup once it's ready and that BamBam had better clean the plate by the time he gets back.

"What a bunch of bastards. Are you okay Youngjae?" BamBam sits next to Youngjae, bouncing slightly on the worn couch.

"Yeah, my throats just hurts really bad. You should eat, it isn't poisoned and it actually tasted pretty good" Youngjae sends him a small smile and pushes the plate more in front of BamBam.

"I'm not—" He's about to protest eating again but he remembers what Mark and Jaebum said. If he doesn't clean the plate, does that mean Mark will punish Youngjae when he gets back? He won't let that happen, so he quickly starts. It's a lot of food for one person and he immediately knows he won't be able to finish it unless he has the whole day but maybe if he tries, Mark will see that and leave Youngjae alone.

"Don't force yourself, you'll throw up"

"But if he's serious then he might hurt you"

"It's okay, I'm sure he won't" Youngjae isn't sure at all, but BamBam looks ill from the amount of food and the last thing he wants is BamBam making himself sick over this.

After what is maybe an hour with BamBam not even half way through the food, Mark opens the door again. BamBam panics a little, suddenly wondering if he could hide the unfinished food under the couch.

"The soup is ready" Mark is alone, no Jinyoung this time as he sets the bowl in front of Youngjae, looking over at BamBams half empty plate. "I think I told you to finish that"

"It's too much..." BamBam whispers looking down at his lap.

"For a stick figure I guess. If you ate more you wouldn't be so skinny"

"Like you're one to talk!" BamBam begins putting his hands on his hips and looking up at Mark about to tell him off because he is barely any bigger than BamBam is but his words die in his mouth the moment he makes eye contact.

"Youngjae finish your soup. All of it. BamBam come with me" Mark holds out his hand for BamBam to take.

"But–"

"Finish. Your. Soup. BamBam, up. Now" BamBam quickly jumps up, taking Marks hand. He lets him drag him out of the room. Youngjae watches in horror, terrified of moving and terrified of what could happen. He decides to just finish his soup. Maybe that will make Mark happy.