Hell Hole

Chapter Twelve.

Chris grasped the Boy's hand in his own as He ushered him the way up the stairs that led to the rooftop. It was their usual spot, Jeongin having become accustomed to walking up there with him, and He could even find it on his own.

They made the rest of his way up the stairs and through the roof door in only a few minutes, Chris flicked out his phone and turning on the camera with a hum, "It's so pretty up here.." He murmured, slowly scaling across the city, "Why did you do that back there?" He zoomed in on the screen, "You didn't seem like a person to get that worked up."

"Have you ever seen a dead cat hanging from a doorframe?" Jeongin muttered, his manner scarily apprehensive towards the Man, "Kibum mentioned something about dead cats a while ago so it must have been him." Chris continued to scale the city, edging closer and closer to the Boy. Jeongin held his hands up, stepping back as he saw Chris press down onto his phone once the camera got to him, "Are you filming me right now?"

The flash turned on, brightening up the Boy's face.

"I think you're filming me, what are you doing?"

Chris glanced down onto his phone and then back up to the boy, shutting his phone down and sliding it back into his pocket, "Just because you look nice," He sneered, "Like a piece of art." His hands fiddled with the hem of his pants, "Kibum.." He sighed, "He said He didn't do anything, right?"

"That's..." Jeongin stared out into the city, "That has to be a lie because He was talking so confidently about dead cats before.." Jeongin's face screwed up in disgust, "it has to be him, I'm sure of it."

Chris emulated the boy, swiveling his body out towards the city, "Right, everyone who lives here.." He spoke out, biting the inside of his cheek, "Is a bit strange."

"I'm really sure," Jeongin adjusted his collar, tugging his shirt out of the tuck it was it, "That it was him though, I just have a feeling.." He turned to look up at the Man, "And the way He was acting! It's just,"

"I get it, I'd act the same way as you," Chris husked, turning back towards the Boy. His eyes dug into him, their eyes locking, "But..." He trailed, "You really wanted to kill him back there, didn't you?"

Jeongin paused, "What?" He questioned, clutching onto the railing with sweaty hands.

Chris leaned sideways across the railing, "Didn't you?" He pondered, a smile replacing his bleak look, "You got a chill of fear," He leaned forwards per word, "thinking the poor, slow sixteen-year-old boy.." He pointed one finger at the boy, "Was crazy enough to kill a cat and hang it just where you would be able to run into it and get a scare from it. And that Jisung was crazy to defend him, right?"

He took in a breath, watching as the Boy wobbled on his feet, "You think you don't fit in here, right?" Chris prodded, "You think you're different from us," He grasped onto the sleeve of Jeongin's shirt and tugged him closer, his lips pressed against his ear, "But you're scared at the same time," His voice broke into a whisper, "You're scared you'll become one of them, just by living here in the same building as them," his eyes turned into daggers as he pulled back to look Jeongin square in the eyes, "isn't that right?" His hand caressed the Boy's cheek, "You're scared that now that this happened, we'll drift. You're even scared of me right now..."

Jeongin's phone suddenly picked up its voice to blare its ringer, both of the males flinching at the sound.

Chris shifted and hauled away, standing up straight, "But don't worry, You're different from them," He took a step back, "Unlike the others, You can do what you want to whatever you want... It's not them you should be afraid of, after all, they can't even touch you without permission."

Jeongin stared up at the Man for a long time, feeling as if He were about to faint from shock. He slid his phone out of his pocket, unwinding into terror, "Are," He whispered, his tone frantic, "Are you done talking? I need to take this, Chris..."

Chris stared him down as He started to walk away, opening his mouth to utter once again, "All right,"

Jeongin turned to look at him once again, sliding right on his phone and holding it up to his ear, "Hello, Mom.." He pulled open the Exit door, fastening onto the railing as He made it down the stairwell, "I'm heading to sleep now, what's up?"

"Jeongin-ah, do you have any money?"

"Money?" Jeongin stopped for a brief moment, sitting down on one of the stairs with a heave.

"Your older brother had a seizure, we're at the emergency center right now and I don't have enough for his treatment."

Jeongin sighed, holding his head in his hand, "How much do you need?"

"Three hundred to four hundred."

"Tell me the exact price, I'll send some over right now."

"Three hundred forty-three."

"Alright... Just hang up so I can send it, I love you, tell him that I love him too."

"I love you too, sweetie."

The dial went flat, Jeongin scrambling on his phone until the Man He was with before grasped his shoulder, massaging it gently.

"Honey," Chris faintly spoke, sliding down beside Jeongin, "tell me her contact information, I'll send it."

"How much of it were you listening to?" Jeongin muttered, handing his phone over, "I'll pay you back next week."

"All of it." Chris confided, sliding the Boy's phone open and clicking on his mother's contact name, "No thank you, this is just me repaying you."

Jeongin leaned his head on Chris's shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut, "Thank you, Hyung.." He mumbled, dazed out. His head was pounding, wishing he wouldn't have drunk so much already.

Chris opened his own phone, sending the money via text, "It's alright," He hushed, "Let me get you to bed, You must be tired."

"You were... Right."

"I know, " Chris lifted the Boy up, rubbing up and down his back just like he had the night they had existed together, "You're just like me..." He breathed out. He kissed the boy on his forehead and then on the side of his head, "I hope you know I didn't use you for anything."

Jeongin pressed his face into the crevice of Chris's neck, sighing, "That surprises me, Hyung..."

"How? Did you expect me to fuck you once and then never talk to you ever again?"

"I've only ever been used for things in life. My mom asking for money practically every week, literally each and every ex of mine stealing from me, and... I guess I just assumed you would just use me for a pleasure toy."

Chris clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, flittering down the stairs, "I have better plans for you, we just don't need to rush them right now..." He snickered, "I bet you'll like them in the end."