❄Cold Love ∥ Yeonbin [✓] [Under editing]

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Soobin cracked his eyes open slightly, a small light entering his eyes. He blinked a bit and his vision blurred.

Come on, Soobin told himself, you have to wake up.

He could feel the pull of sleep threatening to capture him and drag him back into the swampy muck of unconsciousness.

Nonetheless, he struggled, finally pulling himself out of there and fully opening his eyes. But he didn't see. There was light but it was dim and combining that with swirl of dust, he could barely make out anything.

He grunted as he rolled into his back and coughed, his chest thumping in pain with every breath leaving his body. He was starting to wonder what was going on when he remembered.

Right, I'm probably at the warehouse now, Soobin thought. Great. Even without much movement, he felt the ropes dig into his wrist harshly. He blinked again, trying to clear his vision when he vaguely heard a voice from somewhere in the room but as soon as he tried to listen to the conversation, the person stopped talking.

Silence settled again with only Soobin breathing heavily through his nose since his mouth was covered.

The crack of light brightened and landed on his face as he turned his head to the opening door and squinted. Two shadows walked into the room, hauling a trashing figure along. They crossed Soobin and a thump was heard as if someone was thrown into a chair or something.

Soobin was about to move his body again when a pair of bulky hands looped through his elbows and heaved him up, the room spinning around as he was sat up on the floor. A switch was flip and the whole room burned in light. Shadows turned to humans and the dust disappeared. Soobin slowly looked up and around in a circle.

The room was dull, cracked walls and everything, and it wasn't even a big room. More like a storeroom. Soobin could waddle back a few steps and his back would have hit the wall.

And there in the middle, was a blue-headed boy staring back down at him with those eyes filled with so much fear, it made Soobin want to look away.

But he can't.

"Soobin?" Yeonjun started out. His voice was sketchy as if his vocal cords were strained from screaming so much before.

Soobin just looked back, not being able to say anything. Footsteps entered from the right and Soobin looked at their source.

Fucking Taejoon.

Soobin scowled, his fist tightening.

Taejoon looked at the boy and knelt down so he was the same level as Soobin's eyes. He grabbed the boy's cheeks and looked into the fiery eyes.

"Hm...you look pretty clean, I'd love to give that face of yours a few more bruises for all the fucking trouble you've caused me." Taejoon tsked, then flashed that stupid smile of his. "But since this probably your last time seeing each other, I'm gonna leave you two alone for a minute since I forgot to invite someone. Pour your hearts out please."

The older man then ripped the tape off Soobin's mouth and chuckled hearing the younger hiss in pain.

Taejoon left them as he said he would, but not alone of course as one guy took his stance behind Yeonjun.

Both of the boys didn't feel free to speak but they both shared the same look in the eyes of each other.

Will this really be their last moments?

Yeonjun suddenly made a move, jerking his head slightly to the left where the guard was standing, staring straight at the door. Soobin turned to look but saw nothing but the torso of the guard.

Floor, Yeonjun mouthed, proceeding to point with his eyeballs. Soobin looked again now ton the floor but again, he saw nothing.

He looked back up at Yeonjun and shook his head.

Yeonjun breathed in and gave Soobin a slightly annoyed face, looking as if he was about to yell at him.

But then he breathed out and pointed to the floor again.

"Razor," Yeonjun whispered so softly, Soobin almost didn't catch it. He looked at the area again but alas he really did see nothing!

He was about to argue with his eyes again when something silvery caught his eye from under the guard's shoe. He craned his neck forwards and squinted trying to make out what it was. He slowly made out the sharp shiny end of it and widened his eyes. He quickly turned his attention back and nodded slightly.

But then Yeonjun's face fell, and then Soobin.

Soobin could cut his ropes with the razor but to do that, the razor has to be with him, not under the guard's shoe.

Soobin worked his mind. He had to make a move, but he also needed a distraction.

Suddenly, as if Yeonjun read his mind, he heard a faint whisper of his name before he saw Yeonjun topple from his chair.

The boy was tied like Soobin but not onto the chair so he started crawling away. The guard finally snapped out of his daze of staring at the door and bolted forward for the fallen boy.

The moment his shoe lifted, Soobin made a move. He dived and made it to where the razor was. He twisted and turned he was sitting up again, his body blocking what his fingers were doing.

They felt for the razor, patting around. Soobin bent his body slightly back as he brushed around the floor, dust coating his fingers. The guard already had Yeonjun's collar in his fist, dragging him back.

Soobin bent further and then, his fingers came into contact with a cool slim metal piece. Ignoring the chance of it cutting his own fingers, he hastily scraped it off the floor and placed his on his palms, his fingers closing around it. The guard made his way to Soobin and threw him to his place of the floor as well. Soobin's head was starting to hurt again from the movements but he looked up at nodded at Yeonjun nonetheless.

He watched as the guard's eyes left them once again, training them on the door.

Pushing the razor out til it was between his index finger and thumb, he moved it up and down. The strings in the rope snapped one small piece by one small piece.