For The Likes (L.M X H.H)✅

25.

Minho was tied up in a chair, a chair that came from there dining room table. He was sat across from Hyunjin who was on his knees, his hands tied together behind his back. The rope trailed from his hands down to his legs being tied together, connecting him to not be able to move.

Changbin stood behind Minho, a knife in one hand and a gun in his other. Hyunjin looks into Minho eyes and could easily tell he wasn't with them. He eyes are open and blinking but his mind was in another place. Hyunjin just hoped that place was better than the current situation they were in.

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"Appa!" A little girl of the age of 5-6 runs into Minho open arms for him to embrace her with a smile.

"How was drop off?" Minho asks his son between the age of 13-14.

"Good, the teacher that dropped her off said she has learned all her shapes and colors" The son tells him.

"Something has you upset, you're not even looking at me" Minho says, setting his daughter down for her to run off into there living room.

"Tell me what's wrong, you shouldn't hold onto things" Minho comes up to his son and places a hand on his shoulder.

"Minjoon told me that there are kids at his school calling you and dad faggots, and not the kids at my school are calling me faggot boy" He explains to him.

"When your brother comes home I want the both of you to get together so we can discuss this matter with the both of you. Okay?" Minho asks him.

"Okay" He nods his head and walks away from Minho.

"Appa" He hears his daughter call for him. He turns around to face her with a smile on his face to see her.

"You're bleeding" She tells him, pointing at his right arm. He looks down at his arm to see two small cuts yet deep enough to start a blood spread on his arm.

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"Stop it!" Hyunjin yells at Changbin. Minho finally comes back to reality, everything a blur until he finally comes into focus with Hyunjin face.

"How do you feel Minho? It's been so long since I've seen your face. Jisung had chained me in the secret attic of the house." Changbin tells Minho.

"I feel empty, I've been shot by you, I've been kidnapped by your men, I've been beaten by your men, and you brain washed my ex-lover to the point of kidnapping of my boyfriend to kill him. Instead I've been shot by my dead ex-lover who was killed by my boyfriend" Minho tells him, his tone or facial expression showed no fear unlike before.

Hyunjin was amazed by how he was able to put up a wall in the span of time since Changbin had held a gun to his back. He couldn't tell if he was faking it or if Minho traumas have made him dissociate his fear during these types of situations.

Changbin was taken back, he wasn't use to someone being able to talk to him this way. Usually his victims are crying for him to stop, screaming for help, or begging him. Not getting the reaction he wanted made Changbin more furious, making cut more small yet deep enough cuts up Minho arm. Minho doesn't scream, whimper, or shed a single tear; it's like he completely dissociated himself from feeling pain.

"Why did it take you so long?" Minho asks him, looking up at him to stare him dead in the eye.

"You must have gotten yourself out there by the time the cops finished searching the place the day after we were found. So what took you so long to come and find us?" Minho asks again. Changbin wouldn't answer though, Minho cold eyes caught him like a trap.