𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗

chapter 2

this is for my man wesley. he was the only person who reminded me that this was still a thing🤡🤡
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wooyoung woke up on a metal chair, bound down by his wrists and ankles. his head throbbed as he tried to recall the moments leading up to, well, wherever he was.

his mind was fuzzy, only letting him remember a few things. he'd told moonbyul he'd close up for the night, he walked outside and saw something. that was the thing. he couldn't remember what he witnessed. whatever it was, landed him here, tied to a chair in a dark room.

breaking wooyoung from his train of thoughts, a loud squeaking noise came from the door, before 4 pairs of footsteps came.

"ah. you're finally awake." a small man, wooyoung reckoned around his height, smirked down at him.

"w-where am i?" wooyoung stuttered, flinching at the direct line of eye contact they all had on him.

"no where important to you." a taller man with jet black hair sneered at him. wooyoung seemed to remember him.

"you witnessed something tonight that you shouldn't have. we only have 2 choices now." the small man from before spoke up, "we kill you right now."

wooyoung's eyes widened.

"or we hurt you so bad, you're practically begging for death."

the other two unidentified men, one with dark hair and visible muscles, and the other with long legs and bright red hair, laughed to themselves.

before anything else could be said, three more people came in. one of them immediately caught wooyoung's eye. a strong jaw, dark hair with a strip of silver, fox like eyes. he definitely remembered him. he was the one that had grabbed his wrist after wooyoung had confronted them. he was the one that had knocked him out.

he was the one that had said the exact same words as his soulmate tattoo.

"don't kill him. we can use him." a boy with blonde hair spoke up.

"no we can't."

"he could be useful!"

"he's all skin and bones."

"if he were to be trained, he could potentially be useful."

"he's tiny."

"so are you hongjoong!"

"shut up mingi!"

"it would be beneficial to have another set of hands."

"would it really though?"

"yes!"

"EVERYONE SHUT UP"

the man wooyoung vividly remembered silenced them all, before walking towards wooyoung. he untied his right wrist, before studying the words tattooed into his skin. wooyoung didn't know what force was keeping him down. he had a bright opportunity to try and escape, however he stayed, almost like he lost all strength in his bones. before he knew it, the man placed down his wrist again, and it was once again tied back to the arm of the chair.

"we must keep him."

"and why is that, san?"

"because,,"

"the boy is my soulmate"