hostage || woosan ✓

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It had to be months Since Wooyoung was here. He hasn't seen daylight at all since he got there. Every day he was marked up in the same spot, sometimes San would go deeper and deeper. He opened scabs and took naps at the sound of blood constantly dripping. He ate and drank only when San felt generous. That had to have been days ago.

He felt all the muscles he worked hard for slowly growing weak. He felt himself space out; thoughts of Sans face always appeared in Wooyoungs head. The way his jet black hair was grown out covering his eyes. How his dimples showed at the sight of his blood. Choi San was truly beautiful.

The lightbulb turned on causing Wooyoung to look at the staircase. There San was with the same stone-cold look. He took out his switchblade and cut the same spot, possibly even deeper than ever.

He couldn't find it in himself to feel pain. He didn't care if he died from this. He gave up within the time he's been here. No one was looking for him.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Sans lips against his neck, sucking bruises. He couldn't cry. Maybe because deep down he didn't mind? Maybe because he was slowly learning what Sans teaching him. Not even he could figure out why he wasn't bothered. His brain was full of confusion with his heart telling me he liked it, but, his brain saying this was wrong.

He could only assume because he knew this was the end, that when San was over him his life would be over.

He felt hands on his thighs, squeezing them tightly trying to get a reaction from him. He only stayed quiet till he felt his switchblade cut his thigh again, deep enough to bleed.

He felt him move down, his lips now on the cut. He licked the blood off and moaned.

"You know... you're mine," San said claiming him once again, as if someone could steal him. He imprinted in Wooyoungs mind he was his. That he was the only one who could love him. San claimed he did this to make Wooyoung remember.

And how could Wooyoung forget? He was his. He told Wooyoung he loved him and the boy started to believe him after some time. It was probably his mind going crazy about only seeing him and no one else. San was the only one Wooyoung started to want.

He felt Sans lips on his as he forcefully started to kiss me, biting his lip harshly causing him to open his mouth. Wooyoung felt him wander around. San started biting his lips again, causing them to bruise and bleed.

He reminded him why he was doing this, telling him he was teaching Wooyoung how to be loved and he now believed every action from him.

Suddenly the thought of falling in love with him didn't scare Wooyoung. He gave him affection. He taught him how to feel loved and it was there. His brain started following his heart and knew this was what he wanted.