Hell Hole

Chapter Three.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Chris threw the bone he had been munching on into the trash, the bloody flesh he had pulled clean staining his lips a crimson red, licking over them delightfully. He picked up another piece of meat, setting it on his tongue. The slimy outside practically dissolved in his mouth, leaving a savory taste.

He left the container ajar, a mischievous smirk pulling on his lips as He saw the Boy wobble into the room, watching as he yanked the fridge's door open. He was quite obviously incredibly delicate in that state of mind, Chris watching him for a split second before He scuffed the legs of his chair against the tile floor, kicking it back with his heel. He made his way over to Jeongin; the container left sitting out on the table.

The man leaned over the boy, his chest faintly pressing against his back.

"Are you Alright? You passed out last night.." Chris spoke into his ear serenely, his hand clamped onto his shoulder, securely holding into him to keep him from falling as He was ever so wobbly.

Jeongin practically jumped to the ceiling, goosebumps trailing up his arms and to his legs, frozen. His lips laid apart, able to make words after a few seconds, "I," He cleared his throat, "I'm alright. I don't remember that... my mind is so foggy right now." He practically whined, his tone feeble.

"Do You want something to eat? Mr. Seo made us some meat this morning..." His tone was peaceful, inviting.

Jeongin found himself nodding and grabbing out a bottle of water from the bottom of the fridge, before He made his way towards the table. The fresh smell of the meat radiated in front of him, blowing off salty aromas.

Chris helped him sit, passing him a pair of chopsticks, "Eat up, It's quality meat." He sounded like a serpent if Jeongin were to give him more thought, the said boy sitting down across from him.

Jeongin twirled the chopsticks between his slender fingers, picking up a small piece, his hand wavering as He put it in his mouth, hesitantly munching on it. He grimaced as He swallowed, his nose scrunching up.

The lights flickered, Chris drooping his head down, "I'm guessing it's not your cup of tea?" He asked, sipping from a lukewarm beer can

.

"Well.." Jeongin tilted his head back and forth, glancing down at the meat, "It's not. I'll make sure to thank Mr. Seo, though." He grabbed for his water, washing away some of the taste with a quick gulp.

Chris let out an ah, looking down at the table for a moment, "I guess you're not into this part." He tilted his head back, peering into the younger's eyes.

Jeongin's eyes broadened, "What?"

"I have other parts. Won't you try some?" Chris jutted his thumb back at the fridge; the light above the two of them flickered in quick glimpses.

Jeongin looked at the fridge and then back at the man, grasping his water, "It's a bit too early for me to be eating too much meat, " He made up in a timely fashion, "I need to get ready for work soon anyway."

Chris stared at him, his eyes boring into him. He glanced back down at his chopsticks, picking them up and stabbing a piece of meat, "That's weird. It's some good meat."

He slid it into his mouth, blood dribbling down his lips once he bit down onto it, watching the boy's gaze turn into one of frightfulness.

"Why are you so startled?" Chris asked between chews, "Do you think this is Human meat or something?"

Jeongin's eyes darted between the red container and the man, getting up and pushing his chair back, "No, of course not, " He cleared his throat, "I just need to get going." He grabbed his water bottle, taking backward steps as he continued to gawk at the man.

"Suit yourself." Chris plainly said, watching him as He left with an intense stare, His eyes forming an abyss that the boy found himself getting lost inside.

But, that stare.

It was always that stare that kept the boy on edge.

And it was always that stare He kept speculating about for hours.

An hour had passed since their last encounter, Jeongin tightly gripping onto the railing as He rushed up the escalator stairs, not worrying about slipping at all due to the rush He was in; He had to get to his internship in time after all.

Jeongin slipped through the winding hallways, locating his way to the office, bursting in, his lungs straining as He was at a loss of breath, gasping for air.

"There you are!" A friendly voice tittered, her hand twirling around her copper hair. Her rings glinted in the lighting, a habit that the boy analyzed shortly.

"I'm so sorry for being late." Jeongin immediately bowed, his head hanging low, "It is extremely unlikely of me. I just got behind due to the transport from my house to here." He explained, earning a hush from the woman.

"No worries," She smiled, holding out the same hand that had tousled her hair, "I'm Do Soyeon; your boss in this unit."

Jeongin took her hand, faintly shaking it, "I'm Jeongin. it's a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am." He spoke out firmly, pulling his hand out of her grip, "Let's get started."

"Of course," The creases underneath her eyes deepened, "I'll introduce you to some of the employees, come. Come." She waved Jeongin over as she walked, leading him towards the office room.

Everyone turned around to face both of them; their faces were either disgusted or pleased, not even a mixture of both.

"I've been telling you guys about the new little intern I was hiring," Soyeon beamed, gesturing to the boy beside her, "everyone say your names; he'll eventually get them all right."

The first to respond was a woman about the age of Jeongin's mother by the looks of it, "I'm Kim Sujoon. nice to meet you, Dear."

Then a Man with grays varnishing the sides of his hair even though he still had an adolescent face, "Choi Jongin."

And the last to say his name was a heavier man, his voice deep and doubtfully, yet evidently rude, "Min Seoho."

Jeongin's lips curled up scarcely, bowing, "Thank you for introducing yourselves.." He spoke respectfully, hoisting himself back up, "I'm Jeongin."

"Come, let me take you to your station."

Jeongin followed the woman towards a desk between Seoho and Sujoon, sitting down in a dark rolling chair.

"They'll be helping you and such; so listen to them, Dear, " Soyeon beamed, patting the boy's back, "I have to get going on my lunch break in about a minute Jeongin you can go on it with Seoho and Sujoon if you'd like."

"Alright, Ms. Do, Thank you so much."

Soyeon merely nodded, chuckling, "Of course," and then she left, her heels stomping the tile floor.

"God," Seoho groaned, crossing his arms against his chest, "I can't fucking stand that Soyeon would put this new guy by us."

Jeongin stared at him, tilting his head.

"Oh, hush, " Sujoon spat, her eyes narrowing into a glare, "You were once an intern too. Stop making such a fuss."

Seoho grunted, taking a sip from his coffee with a grimace.

Jeongin situated himself in his chair, turning to the Lady, "Thank you, " He gave a toothy grin, his eyes turning into crescents, "can you tell me what to do?"

"Of course, Dear," Sujoon chuckled, pointing at the computer in front of the boy, "You just have to sort dates from oldest to youngest on a document."

Jeongin bobbed his head, smiling up at the Lady again, "Alright, I can do that." He chuckled, scootching his chair further up, his hand landing on the mouse.

Jeongin focused on work, moaning as it was terribly time-consuming, resting his eyes for a split second, Getting sucked into a deep sleep that Seoho ruined automatically; the man hit him with his knuckles.

Making him fuss in his mind at how much He despised the man already.