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Black
Black, everything was black. Chenle's vision, Jisung's hair, the place they were being held captive. It was all a dark, suffocating black, making the boys choke on their own fear. Jisung could hear Chenle's shallow breaths in the dark, the sobs trying to escape his gentle frame, and it broke his heart.
He blamed himself for what happened. If they hadn't been drunk, if he hadn't taken them there, if they hadn't gone out at all.
"I'm sorry," he whispered helplessly, his words getting lost in the dark. Chenle sniffled once, a confused expression falling across his face, although Jisung couldn't see it.
"For what?" He asked, voice hoarse from the lack of water and not talking. A light shuffling was heard from Jisung's side of the room before something came in contact with Chenle's foot, causing him to let out a soft yelp.
"It's just me," Jisung reassured, tapping Chenle's foot lightly with his own. It was all he could do to comfort the boy due to his wrists that were painfully bound to the wall. He knew that they were no longer under the care of Chenle's father because the intentions of this person were clear. They wanted the two trapped, with no chance of escape. It was surprisingly warm in the stone room, and Jisung could feel sweat beading his forehead.
"Jisung, I didn't take my meds today or yesterday or whatever today is," Chenle mumbled worriedly. Jisung cursed under his breath.
"What usually happens when you forget to take them?"
"You won't even notice it the first few hours, but then it's just random outbursts. I'm either completely sad or can't stop moving around, either way, I always just completely flip in the end." Chenle sighed as he recalled the time he had blown up on his parents after forgetting his meds. He personally didn't remember much about it, but when he came back from his haze, the living room was trashed and his parents looked terrified of him.
Parents, my dad, Chenle thought to himself, feeling the liquid sadness pooling in his eyes. He felt so hopeless and so confused. Why did he do that to me? Does he blame me for my sister's death? He said he didn't but apparently, I can't trust anyone around me anymore.
"Chenle, stop thinking."
Chenle's head snapped in the direction of Jisung's voice, trying to figure out how he knew that the scared boy was so deep into his mind. The room was still pitch black, Chenle could barely see his legs that were starting to cramp.
"You got quiet."
"Why do you think he did that?" Chenle asked as he picked at his fingernails behind his back. Jisung sighed as Chenle asked the question he had been desperately trying to answer himself.
"I-" the door opened at that moment, a sliver of light shining through and falling upon Chenle's horrified face.
"Hello, my name is Kangdae, and I need you, sir," Kangdae pointed a menacing finger at Jisung, who paled with fear, his hair following suit by turning a bright orange. The man smiled happily and Jisung noticed he was barely a man at all. Kangdae had bright blue braces lining his otherwise flawless teeth, his hair flowed over his forehead in small waves and his face was smooth as silk, not a wrinkle in sight.
"Please come, I don't want to get in trouble," he murmured after realizing Jisung wasn't moving. Jisung rolled his eyes and gestured to his wrists with his head. Kangdae looked confused before he registered what Jisung was saying.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He fumbled around with the pocket knife he had pulled from his pristine lab coat before walking to Jisung. The boy flinched, feeling very claustrophobic as Kangdae got closer, the knife glittering in his hand like it was a sword. But to his utter delight, Kangdae used the knife for the sole purpose of untying Jisung and helped him stand. Chenle was watching with tears in his eyes.
"I'm not leaving you, I'll be back, I promise," Jisung said as he leaned down to wipe the tears from his lover's eyes, "I'd never leave you." He gave Chenle's dirty face a soft kiss before letting Kangdae walk him out of the room. The doctor locked the door behind them and led Jisung down the labyrinth-like hallways. The fluorescent lighting was making Jisung's head ache and eyes burn, but he still risked a look up and was very surprised to see pipes. He assumed they were underground and continued to follow Kangdae.
Kangdae stopped at an iron door, locked up with chains, a keypad, and an actual lock. Kangdae did the necessary requirements to get in, shielding the password from Jisung. But the boy didn't want to know it because for some unknown reason he trusted the young man.
"I can tell you don't want to do this," Jisung commented as he noticed Kangdae's shaking hands. The man visibly gulped, pocketing the keys without a word.
"Hey, let's make a deal," Jisung continued, not expecting an answer but trying anyway. Kangdae didn't verbally reply but Jisung could tell his interest was piqued. "You have a knife, I know how to use one. I stabby stab and you can say I was a crazy patient that got lose and I can go get my boyfriend and leave. Great plan? Yeah, I know."
"That's a highly faulty plan and I'm starting to think you might actually be crazy. There's a lot of people in there," Kangdae motioned to the door.
"Look, I don't wanna hurt you. But I'll do what I have too to get out."
Kangdae rolled his eyes and pushed open the heavy doors, "Good luck with that." The first thing Jisung noticed was the smell. The entire place smelled like antiseptic and hospital rooms, causing Jisung to scrunch his nose in disgust.
The second most noticeable thing in the brightly lit room was the giant men standing like guards by the doors. Jisung assumed they were there to keep people from getting out, not in, although both seemed impossible. Kangdae led him through mountains of expensive medical equipment to a simple doctors chair, minus the uncomfortable paper.
"I'm sorry for this," Kangdae apologized as Jisung made himself comfortable. He looked at the man with confusion before a blinding pain struck his temples. He let out a scream of pain as the stinging pain increased. His limbs were spazzing like a garden hose when you let go of it, his back arched and throat scratchy from his yells. One hand reached out, accidentally hitting Kangdae in the face, and the object he was holding clattered to the ground.
Jisung breathed in and out slowly, recovering from the shock he just received.
"What the fuck?" He cursed before jumping to his feet, almost falling onto the tile floor, which Jisung now noticed was stained with red. Kangdae was standing up, too, the deadly object in his hand. Jisung recognized the object as a shock machine, the type you'd see in a horror movie with the typical receptors that taped to the patients head.
Sure enough, when Jisung reached up to rub his temples he felt a circularly shaped burn. He glanced between Kangdae and the guards frantically, both approaching him at a scary pace. In a last minute decision, he rushed to the doctor, grabbing the knife hidden in his coat pocket, and raising it in the air. One of the guards that had been at the door charged at him, which he instantly regretted as Jisung blocked his huge body with the miniscule knife, that surprisingly left a large wound on the burly man, and he collapsed to the floor. Blood stained the tiles, adding to the red already there, but somehow Jisung knew this was the first time the floor had felt anything other than a patients blood.
Jisung couldn't help but wonder what Chenle would think if he had walked in at that moment. How much better was Jisung than Chenle's original kidnapper if he could still stab someone without a second thought? How was he any different from his dad when he was also a cause of Chenle's current suffering?
A sudden blow to his stomach brought Jisung back, and he fell to the floor, the wind being knocked out of his lungs. His ribcage was sore and his head spun, but he could still see the outline of the man hovering over him. The knife was somehow still clutched tightly in his hands, his fingers turning white from his grip.
"Hey, wait!" He heard Kangdae yell at the man above him, but everything was starting to fade. The knife slipped from his grasp, sliding onto the floor like an ice skater and the guard wasted no time in retrieving it.
"We need him alive!" Kangdae called out one last time before Jisung's vision blacked and the knife plunged into his damaged body.
