c h i l d ' s p l a y • NCT mafia au

#9

Hyejin woke up to a dim light shining above her, flickering every now and then.

Yesterday, Daejung had transferred her to another room, so now she was on a bed.

Of course, she wasn't free to move around, though.

That would be a stupid move on Daejung's end.

She was handcuffed to the bed, her feet strapped in as well.

Her eyes adjusted to the light, and she turned her head to the side to look at the clock barely hanging on the wall.

It was hung sideways, making the girl have to tilt her head to be able to see the time.

She managed, though.

7:30

It was most likely in the morning, judging from the light leaking through the crack of a window the curtains couldn't cover.

"One hour 'till Jowoon comes" she muttered under her breath.

"Morning!" a boy with orange hair said from the door.

Hyejin turned her head to him, curious.

"Who are you?" she asked him.

"YangYang. I work for Dae hyung"

Seeing her widened eyes, YangYang sighed.

"I got breakfast!" he said in a fake cheery tone.

Hyejin still smiled back at him though, since he was being so sweet.

"Thanks" she said.

"No problem"

He stuck his fork in some eggs and put it in front of her mouth.

She opened up and started chewing.

"I know it's bland, but there's not much in this place. Taeyong hyung just told me to give you break-"

"Taeyong? Lee Taeyong?" Hyejin asked with eggs in her mouth..

YangYang rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly,"Yeah?".

Hyejin swallowed

"You said you worked for Daejung!"

"I-I do...but it's only to get info. If you haven't figured it out yet, Taeyong and the others are part of a gang. It's called NCT. I'm part of their secret unit, WayV. We work for NCT's rival gangs and gather as much information as possible. I told Taeyong that you were held hostage here, and he told me to get you breakfast"

Hyejin hung onto every word he said, trying to absorb all this new information.

Just then, Daejung busted through the door.

"Yang. Why are you giving her food?" he asked, glaring at YangYang.

The boy didn't even flinch.

"One of the men told me to, sir"

"Who? Which one?"

"I don't know. I was in the surveillance room and one of them put a message on the DB"

Daejung sighed in frustration.

"Tell the IT unit to make the identity of the user known when they send a message on the digital board" he said, wrapping up the situation.

YangYang nodded and walked out of the room, leaving the plate of food on the table.

Daejung walked over to the bed with keys hanging from his pants, dragging them down a bit.

He yanked the keys off his pants, making his red boxers show.

He unlocked the handcuffs and unraveled the chains on her ankles.

"Change. I'll have Minjun come get you" he pointed a finger at the dresser  on the side of the room.

Once he left the room, Hyejin brushed the dust off her clothes and sat up.

She looked down at her wrists.

They were red with a few cuts from how tight the handcuffs were.

Her ankles were a bit swollen, as well.

Despite that, she stood up and went up to the dresser.

She pulled open the first drawer and saw only two articles of clothing, both looking incredibly small.

Hyejin roughly opened the other two drawers but they were all empty.

An involuntary sigh escaped her mouth.

Giving up, she pulled out the clothes and put them on.

It was a set that consisted of a skirt and a bra.

The skirt ended right under her underwear, making her feel the cold bite her skin.

The bra barely covered anything, and half of it was mesh, again, letting the cold air through.

Hyejin shivered, but she had to persevere to not get hurt.

Taking another glance into the dresser, she noticed something else inside.

She wasn't sure what it was but it was made of the same maroon leather the rest of her clothing was made of.

The whole set was maroon with a few black accents here and there.

Hyejin looked around her room for a while after getting her outfit on.

She watched how the dusty fan spun around on the concrete floor, creating a buzzing noise that tickled her ears.

Even though there was already a fan, a large AC unit was placed right in front of her bed, blasting cold air on her pale skin.

A cracked mirror was placed beside the door and Hyejin looked at it.

She looked at how a large crack ran across her face, making it look contorted and broken.

Through the cracks, she saw how their were bags under her red eyes.

How her skin looked dead and pale. It wasn't the healthy, bright, pale that was normally painted on her skin, it was more grey, and sickly.

A man suddenly barged through the door, making Hyejin flinch at the loud noise.

"Get out. C'mon" he ordered strictly, though a sliver of empathy could be seen in his eyes.

Hyejin stood up and started walking towards him, but she stopped in her tracks when he said something else.

"Are you wearing underwear?" he questioned.

She hesitated, but gave the man a slow nod.

"Don't. Take it off" once he saw the confusion on her face, he groaned.

"Daejung's orders. Just do it or you'll get hurt"

"O-okay..." she waited for him to get out, but he just crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.

"Come on! Hurry up"

Her hands went to her skirt, she reached under it and pulled down her underwear.

Once they fell to her feet, she felt the cold air bite her skin once again, making her wince.

She walked towards the dresser again and placed it inside.

Getting impatient, the man pulled her arm, making her stumble out the door.

The man started walking down a hall, to which Hyejin gingerly followed.

He stopped at a door where two other men were standing at each side.

The two men stood at opposite sides of Hyejin, and grabbing an arm each, they both dragged her inside the room, the previous man pushing the door open for them.

As soon as they let go, she fell to the cold, hard floor.