𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐲 | 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 [discontinued]

21 | Your Fault

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A rough gasp escaped from Hoseok's lips as he jolted awake. For a few seconds he sat, almost motionless in the dark. There was no sound, no light, no nothing. He could only feel his body, along the chair he was on. It made no difference if his eyes were open or not, because there was nothing to see.

The last thing he could recall as he sat in the arid room was tackling the man in white at Yoongi's wedding. Did he get shot? Maybe he was dead? Hoseok tried to move his body, but it was of no avail. His hands were duct taped together, the sturdy material wrapping around his wrists, and even covering his knuckles. His ankles had been given a similar treatment, and there were a few tight strips of tape around his middle, connecting him to the chair. He couldn't breath in all the way—the tape was too tight—and for a second he sat there in panic, hyperventilating.

After he had calmed down somewhat, he wondered if he had been damned to Hell and was waiting in purgatory, about to serve his eternal punishment for getting involved with Yoongi, for loving and distracting the royal prince.

"I deserve this," Hoseok spoke to himself. "This is the only thing I'm good enough for."

"What a wonderful way to be thinking!" A second voice echoed around in the darkness. This one was strangely familiar to Hoseok. The name was being dangled in front of him like a bone, and he was a stray dog, jumping and trying to get at it, but to no avail.

The sound of a door opening permeated through the dark room, and heavy footsteps made their way towards him. Hoseok couldn't see who was walking towards him, and the fear coursing through his body increased tenfold.

"It's been soo long since I've last seen you Hoseokie!" said the voice. It was now straight in front of him, so close, that the person's breath was hitting his face. Whoever was speaking to him sounded extremely happy, way too happy in Hoseok's opinion.

"I wish we could have . . . reunited under better circumstances, but this'll have to do."

Hoseok felt extremely unnerved by this whole situation. He now assumed he had been kidnapped, rather than killed, and that this person was his kidnapper. Even though he was scared—which is totally normal in this kind of situation, he reasoned—he felt more unnerved than anything, like there was an itch he couldn't scratch. A rock stuck in his shoe. Why?

"Ooh! It's almost time!" the voice squealed suddenly. The footsteps scurried behind Hoseok's chair, and the person rustled around for a second, made a triumphant noise, then clicked some sort of button.

A bright blueish light ignited in front of Hoseok, burning harshly into his irises. He hissed at the sudden illumination, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Oops~" giggled the kidnapper. They placed their small hands on Hoseok's shoulders, squeezing them harshly. "Open your eyes for me," they said, tone turning harsh, "I don't feel like forcing them open."

Despite his body's protests, Hoseok forced his eyes opened, his pupils shrinking rapidly to adapt to the light. Once his vision cleared, he noticed the TV was tuned into some kind of news station. Right now there was a live feed of a procession of black cars.

"Do you know what that is?" asked his kidnapper softly, resting their head on Hoseok's shoulder.

The boy retracted slightly, leaning away to the right. "I-I'm not sure. It looks like a—"