Fated Mistake

♡ Your Silence

I thought I should rate this chapter for the violence. So be warned.
Also, be warned that this chapter is very very very badly written. I really struggled writing this chapter, idk why.
Words can not describe how much I hate this chapter, but I want to move on, cause I can't handle this shit I wrote anymore.

Kyungsoo groaned even before he opened his eyes. His head was spinning as if he were having one of the worst hangovers ever. Thank God it didn't take long for the dizziness to disappear. As soon as Kyungsoo was able to move, he immediately noticed he wasn't in his old room. Not only did this room looked different than his own, but even the air smelled differently... somehow fresher with a touch of grass and soil. This scent was so familiar, Kyungsoo instantly knew where he was. Rushing to the window, he pulled aside the curtain. His jaw dropped as he looked outside. He was on the first floor of a single house, and it was either in the wood or in the biggest and oldest garden he had ever seen.

"What happened?" He asked himself. The last thing he remembered was Jongin scaring him to death. Why did the taller cover his nose and mouth, using so much force? When something like that happened in movies, someone was going to get murdered.

"No, there was something else," Kyungsoo corrected himself. Jongin was holding something in his hand. The memory of last night became clearer, and Kyungsoo let out a burst of sarcastic laughter as he remembered a sweet scent which he hadn't paid attention to... until now.

"Chloroform," he mumbled, "are we back in the 19th century?"

At least Jongin didn't kill him. That was a good sign. But where was he? As expected, his right brain started to scare him. What if he was sold? He was young and healthy. His organs would make a lot of money. Jongin didn't involve himself in human trafficking, but he was a gangster after all. What if...

"No, stop," he thought.

Luckily, his left brain was there to calm him down before he could freak out. No matter how much Jongin hated him now, the taller wouldn't send him away for he still had something Jongin needed, Baekhyun's whereabouts. Even if Jongin didn't feel a thing for him anymore, Jongin would still need him. Even if Jongin had come to hate him... Oh, how afraid he was to think about that.

Lost in his thoughts, Kyungsoo forgot he hadn't even checked the door. With care, he pressed down the door handle, trying not to make a sound. To his surprise, the door wasn't locked. Suddenly, he felt stupid for assuming he was trapped in a room again. Slowly, he stepped out. His eyes wandered back and forth, checking every corner of the place. At first sight, it looked like an ordinary forest lodge. Although this place was big and roomy, and it had everything needed for a short stay, it didn't feel comfortable. It had the most basic furniture that didn't attract any attention at all. A grey couch, a wooden table, and a cupboard in the same colour, no decoration, no design, no luxury, this place was terrifically normal. Nothing about it was memorable.

Yet, as Kyungsoo took a closer look, he realized something about this house was special, or rather odd. Every window and door were made of heavy wood with a security lock. Even the door to the kitchen could be locked. It wouldn't surprise Kyungsoo if he'd find a weapon cabinet. Still, whoever made this place had done a great job, disguising as an unspectacular wood cabin. However, Kyungsoo had been to enough vacation houses, also had he seen enough safe houses to recognize one. And this place screamed "safe house".

"Hello?" Kyungsoo shouted after finding no one, but the next moment he regretted it. Was it even a good idea to call for somebody? He should rather run away first. By that he headed to the front door, trying to open it. Push? No? Pull? The door wouldn't open.