Hell Hole

Chapter Sixteen.

Jeongin wandered through a sunflower field mindlessly, his head held high and breath twisting in the sweet aromas the flowers gave off all around him.

He skipped around, looking up into the sky. The clouds were white and puffy, as beautiful as freshly woven blankets.

Everything was so calm. So peaceful, until something tapped Jeongin's side. Jeongin swung around, trying to look for the perpetrator.

Another tap on his shoulder.

Then another right above his hip.

Jeongin twirled around, trying to figure out who was doing it. He fell to his hands suddenly as if someone pushed him, falling in fresh mud. The dirty liquid coated his clothes and wrung in between his fingers, groaning out.

He looked up from the ground, Petrified with fear, as his gaze locked onto two people a little while away from him. The person on top punched the other person without mercy, blood smearing over his knuckles.

Jeongin tried to focus on them, crawling towards them to get a better look.

The Male on top swung around to face Jeongin.

It was Himself; His own face stared back at him.

He smiled directly at Jeongin, blood running down from an open wound on his head. His hands wrapped around another Male's throat, the veins on his arms bulging from beneath the skin with adrenaline, "See?" He uttered, his grip tightening, "This is..."

Jeongin shook his head, his breath breaking.

"How you deal with people like this Motherfucker."

It was Kibum; his hands wrap around Kibum's throat.

Jeongin struggled to get to his feet, taking slow steps backward, "No.." He stopped mid-track upon hearing little giggles. They were Kibum's,

And He didn't dare to turn around.

"Is there anything fun going on?" Kibum pondered, holding his hand over his mouth as he let out loud laughs into his ears. He stared at the back of Jeongin's head, digging holes into it.

Until the voice changed drastically, Forming a much deeper voice.

"Don't worry, You're different from them.."

Jeongin finally turned around, stepping back as Chris only edged closer to him. His hands wrapped around his throat, increasing pressure as He carried on.

"Unlike the others, You can do what you want to whatever you want..." He leaned forward, kissing over the boy's face in a circular pattern.

Jeongin gasped for air, begging for it. His hands wavered as he touched the Male's cold skin, trying to pry his hand away from his throat, "Hyung," He cracked out, pleading in inaudible words.

"It's not them you should be afraid of, after all, they can't touch you without permission." Chris muttered, sneering down at Jeongin distortedly, "Run while you still can..."

Jeongin jolted awake once his sight had darkened, a cold sweat covering his whole body. He jumped once again as He realized a blanket was draped around his waist, whirling out of its hold and falling onto the ground upon assuming it was Chris's arms.

He was still gasping for air, coughing and wheezing. He stood up with the help of his desk, his knees weakened and weary.

Maybe Because of this bed, it's just so uncomfortable to sleep to be here. I haven't had a bad nightmare in ages.