just for you ➵ jicheol

fourty-three

'this is the place,' jihoon mumbles to himself as he steps foot infront of a house, a board that shows 193 hanging on the door. he looks around the hushed neighbourhood and all he sees is never-ending rows of houses and an old lady who is watering plant outside on the path of her home. he wonders why jeonghan would want to meet him in such silent place instead of pledis.

jihoon was about to knock on the door before it slowly creaks open, revealing a man who seemed twice the size as jihoon is. before jihoon could even bring his head up to look at the person, he felt a forceful punch on his left cheek. he stumbles down the porch steps from the punch and falls onto the ground.

'what the fuck?' he groans as he tries to stand up but the man who had punched him earlier drags him into the house. jihoon tries to push the man away, but to no avail, he was too small compared to the man to do anything.

the man reaches a dark room and shoves jihoon onto the floor, not forgetting to tie the tired boy's arms and legs up with a rope before he leaves the room. as soon as jihoon hears the door close, he tries to untie the rope with his teeth, but of course that did not work. he looks for his phone but he remembers that it dropped when he fell down outside the house earlier so it was impossible to contact anyone either.

'what have i got myself into,' he murmurs as he observes the room. the walls have red stains that he does not want to think further of, and there is also a table at the side filled with whips, leashes and collars. he cannot help but cringe at the sight.

the door opens a few minutes later accompanied by a familiar honeyed tone, 'hope you like this room jihoon, you'll be having some fun in here for the next few hours.' his words followed by a mocking laughter. jihoon raises his head unwillingly to see jeonghan standing there with another man standing behind him.

'i'm not scared jeonghan,' jihoon hisses at the older. jeonghan smiles at jihoon and snaps his fingers, sending the man who was standing behind him to grab a cigarette and a lighter.

'you will be,' jeonghan says before walking out of the room. jihoon raises his eyebrows as he watches the man light up the cigarette beside him. he was about to roll his eyes before his annoyance turns into pain, he shouts at the top of his lungs as he feels the cigarette digging into his skin.

the man can only laugh at jihoon as he takes the cigarette away and switches to another spot. tears start to well up in his eyes as the burns slowly increase one by one.

'stop please,' jihoon says in a brittle voice as he feels yet another jab on his arms. the man decides to stop and stands up, getting a sweater by a chair and tossing it jihoon. right at that moment, jeonghan walks in with a satisfied grin on his face.

'cover you marks with a sweater and never let anyone know about this, especially cheol,' jeonghan orders and signals the man to untie jihoon's arms and legs, 'if you were to tell anyone, my helper right here won't be afraid to use any of the things displayed on the table right there,' he says and points to the table that jihoon cringed at earlier.

'why are you doing this?' jihoon asks with an angry yet confused voice. he is breathing heavily from the pain all over his arms, gripping onto the sweater as tightly as he can while he waits for an answer.

'i don't know, stay away from seungcheol and maybe i'll stop.'

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[A/N] don't get me wrong i love jihoon, sorry for doing this to him T-T sorry if this chapter and the last chapter (and also future chapters) are really messy, i really need to improve my writing skills :(

hope you guys have a wonderful week ahead, stay happy and safe okay? love you!