Title: gone forever | part 2 and final part of 'wrong' Idol: Chungha (solo artist) Genre: medieval au! angst (gender neutral) Warnings: insane behaviour, abuse, blood and stuff, also a beheading
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You were thrown into a cold cell as soon as you arrived at the dungeons, chained up against the wall. It was funny really, convincing yourself that you wouldn't get caught, yet here you are, joining the rats and the cockroaches on the ground. You leaned your head against the cold, damp wall, and started thinking about the memories you had with Chungha. How you met, how the two of you started this insane relationship, and how content you felt just before this shit happened.
You felt tears well up but tried to stay strong for yourself, you forced yourself not to cry, and instead came out a tiny chuckle, and that turned into a laugh, and soon you were full on laughing, sounding like an insane person. But who knows, maybe you are because of all the struggles you went through. You don't know how long your laughter went on, it must've at least been ten minutes until you stopped.
Sick of it all, you decided that you just wanted to sleep a bit against the wall, but you heard the door of your cell open, you popped your head up, confused at the man standing in the opening of the door. He walked in, a sly smirk on his face, scanning you up and down, and sitting on a chair that he took with him from outside. "So you are the filthy pig that slept around with my future wife." He sneered, looking you right in the eye, making you slightly uncomfortable. You did a scanning of your own, he had simple red hair, a slit in his left eyebrow and a strong jawline. "Ah, sorry. I didn't introduce myself, my name is Lee Taeyong. Chungha's fiancée, nice to meet you. Pig." He introduced, chuckling at his own words.
"I have a name.." you silently told him, looking him in the eyes. He looked at you, surprised, but quickly but the smirk back onto his face. "So you do speak? That's good to know. It's more fun when my victims are screaming." He spoke, pulling a switchblade out of one of his pockets. He flicked it open and looked at you with sharp eyes. "You know, I got this from my father for my twelfth birthday, I've kept it with me since then. I've sliced open a lot of people with it, and it would make me happy to know that you're next." You shuddered at his words, but kept eye contact as he started twirling the blade onto his finger, trying to intimidate you.
"Sadly I can't do that yet, I got orders from the king to not hurt you one bit, well.. keep you presentable I mean. But that doesn't mean that I can't have fun." He got a mischievous smile on his face, and before you even knew it he was right in your face, gripping your cheeks and putting the knife against your cheekbone, drawing blood. And that's how days of torture started.
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You woke up from cold water being thrown into your face, you coughed trying to get some air into your lungs. You chuckled when you saw a little kid look at you, the same one that hugged Chungha when you arrived at the quarters for the first time. "What do you want kid?" You asked the small boy, smirking at him. "I—I came to um, give you something.." the small boy mumbled, too scared to look you in the eye. "And what do you want to give me? Because I'm sure that you don't have anything that I want." You told the little boy, glaring at him when he lifted his head. "I—its a letter, from Ch—Chungha.." the boy said, you softened your look put up a glare again. "Keep it, I don't want it." The boy looked shocked at your words, he turned around, about to walk to the door. But he turned around again and ran to you, stuffing the tiny note into your pocket, you groaned and leaned your head back on the ice cold wall.
