The Black Fox & The White Tiger

Black Plea

"Stop, please. I'll do whatever you want! Just don't hurt him," Minhyun pleaded to get the other's attention. Black Baekho glanced at Minhyun and then back at the struggling Baekho who was trying to move his arm away. "I won't fight back anymore... Please. Let him go."

"I don't trust you," the male said but moved back. Baekho collapsed to the ground and wheezed, breathing in. Before he could get up, the other stepped on him to keep him on the ground and snatched the pouch that was hanging off his belt. Baekho was startled by the other's inhumane strength, finally believing in what the other Minhyun had told him. Minhyun's expression became one filled with pain. He didn't want to see Baekho being beaten up like this. Memories of Baekho being hurt because of him resurfaced again. "I'll make sure you won't be able to fight back by keeping him hostage."

"No... I won't... let you.. do anything to him." Baekho grabbed the other's leg. Black Baekho scoffed and dug the heel of his boot into his back, making him grimace. He swung his leg, kicking him until he hit the wall again. Minhyun cried out, unable to watch this but didn't want to take his eyes away either.

"You have no say in this," black Baekho said, looking at Baekho with eyes filled with jealousy and rage. He lifted Baekho up with just one hand and pinned him against the wall.

"He.... he still... loves you," Baekho forced the words out. Black Baekho was stunned for a moment but he squinted.

"You're just saying that to get my guard down," he growled and Baekho shook his head.

"Please. I'm not... lying." Baekho clenched his jaw when he was dropped onto the ground again. "Hnnn... you just have to stop... all this."

"Shut up!" Black Baekho snarled and dragged him up, punching him hard. Baekho winced. "You don't know him! You know nothing!" He wrapped his fingers around Baekho's neck, tightening his grip. Minhyun whimpered, making the black Baekho pause.

"I know... I've seen him. In my dream," Baekho said painfully, holding onto the other's hands. He could feel the other's fingers pressing harder against his throat, cutting off his airflow.

"Don't talk about him!" Baekho started choking. His hands grasped at the other's, unable to get them off his throat.

"He's not lying... I saw him too," Minhyun whimpered, trying hard not to let his weakened resolve show. This wasn't what he wanted to happen when he was finally able to meet Baekho again. "Please..." Baekho tried to turn to Minhyun. He didn't want things to end this way too. He gasped for air and could feel his consciousness slipping away as his lungs fought for air. His body went limp once it gave up, hands dropping to his side like a rag doll. "No... no. Baekho, wake up."

Black Baekho put Baekho over his shoulder and turned to Minhyun. "He's not dead. And you... It'll be your turn next. As soon as I get it running." Minhyun shut his eyes, trying to keep it together. Baekho wasn't dead. He was just being used so Minhyun would listen to the other. Now he wished Baekho never showed up. Black Baekho left the room. He placed Baekho into the cell Minhyun was previously in and attached the magnetic cuffs onto him too, locking his hands behind his back just in case he decided to do something just as wild as his universe's Minhyun. He closed the cell and headed to a different room. Almost there now. He had just enough power to get the machine running.

"Soon, we will be together again, Minhyun...," he said softly while holding the chair's armrest.

Minhyun couldn't stop his tears from flowing down no matter how hard he tried to stop them now. Why did things have to come down to this? He knew the other him had already put a spell onto him but there were also chances where he was just dreaming to make himself feel hopeful. His body trembled as he held back his cries. Black Baekho came back into the room and noticed him crying as he looked up at the shorter male.

"Are you happy now?" Minhyun spoke in a low spiteful voice. "What did he ever do to you for you to hurt him like that? We fought so much to be together too. Why do you have to do this to us? Why? Why can't you just accept your own reality?"

The standing male got down to Minhyun's eye level and looked at his face. He tried to wipe Minhyun's tears away but the other turned away, not wanting to be touched by him. Minhyun couldn't find it in him to forgive the other now, not after he had hurt Baekho. He felt apologetic to mage Minhyun but there was no way he was going to let it slide.

"You won't have to feel like this anymore," black Baekho said, making Minhyun even more upset. Minhyun fell silent even as the other pulled him closer and lifted him up in a princess carry. He didn't think fighting back was a choice anymore. Not with Baekho as a hostage. He was carried out from the room to the one where the cells were.

Black Baekho opened the cell where Baekho laid motionless. He moved his fingers and Baekho's body seemed to move closer to them, sliding across the floor. Minhyun was confused. How did he do that? He wondered if there was a trick to the cuffs that allowed the other to control them freely. After all, he did remove them from the wall without even touching them despite Minhyun's constant struggle to get out from them. Black Baekho brought both of them to the room where a chair was situated in the middle and there were tons of wires and machinery around it. It reminded Minhyun of the machine in the fake room that he had used before except this was larger in scale.

"Is that it?" Minhyun asked even though he didn't really want to talk to the other but his curiosity just got the better of him.

"Yes. With that, you can forget all about your king."