hostage || woosan ✓

{e}

Wooyoung woke up tied up. His head was pounding and his wrists were aching. It was pitch black. He wanted to move. He went to yell only to realize the duct tape that stuck harshly on his skin. The smell of rot consumed his nose and he felt throw-up build in my mouth. He started shaking, hoping someone was there.

Wooyoung didn't have any memories of why he was here, who put him here. He just wanted to leave. The door opened and a tallish man came slowly down the stairs. Slowly, he flashbacks to when he walked out of class and it all came back to him.

'Choi San set me up.'

He turned the light on, looking at his pitiful state. Tears were streaming down Wooyoungs face. He was stuck here and no one could help him. No one knew where he was.

Wooyoung made eye contact with him, the same heartwarming feeling consuming his body but he chose to ignore it. His expression was still cold. There were no more jokes or laughs.

"Usually, when I say my name people run. do you know who I am?" he said sitting down in front of Wooyoung.

He didn't know who he was, he's been overseas for some time doing dancing. He shook his head causing San to chuckle dryly.

"Well that's good then.." he started to trail off looking Wooyoung in the eye. "You see this?" he said as he pulled out a small knife. Tears streamed down his face more.

'He was gonna kill me' was the only thought in his mind. He grabbed his tied wrist and held it.

"I'm gonna mark you every day to show you're mine. Do you understand?" he said as he held the cool metal to Wooyoungs wrist. He didn't wait for an answer and started cutting instead. He only left one mark. Wooyoung felt the blood run down his wrist, dripping onto his clothes drop by drop. He put his mouth on Wooyoungs wrist and licked the trail causing him to flinch.

Suddenly he felt a slap on his face.

"No flinching, since you're mine you should start getting used to it," he said coldly. He always looked him in the eye, making Wooyoung believe him.

He nodded his head obediently. Causing San to smile in satisfaction. He tied Wooyoungs wrist up again causing the boy to hiss in pain. He kept looking at him before ripping the tape off. Wooyoung screamed in pain but San only laughed.

"Oh... I'm sorry," he said 'sincerely'. Wooyoung looked away and cried silently.

'Why did I let myself get into this mess? What did I ever do wrong to deserve this?'

He was snapped out of his thought when he felt another slap on his face. Wooyoung looked over to see him looking even angrier.

"If you don't listen you're gonna get it," he threatened causing chills to run down Wooyoungs spine. He quickly looked him in the eye, something Wooyoung discovered was scary. He held a devilish look.

It was pin-drop silent. The only thing you could hear was drops of blood hitting the floor every couple of seconds.

"You know, that's my favorite sound," San said sitting back, not breaking eye contact. He seemed to love the sound of blood slowly dripping on the floor.

He was quiet for a few moments. Wooyoung observed the way he kept his eyes closed, looking relaxed as if he could fall asleep to the boy suffering.

He looked gorgeous this way. Crazy how Wooyoung found himself in awe as his face held no tension. He quickly looked at him causing Wooyoung to stop looking and blush.

He chuckled evilly at Wooyoungs flustered state and walked upstairs, shutting the lights off, leaving the boy to his thoughts.