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Trapped | Seungho x Jian

[REQUESTED]

Author's Note: This ship was requested by KimlyFlicker, thank you for requesting! I had no ideas at this point, so I'll just try to finish some more other requests until I get more ideas, qwq, anyways, enjoy!

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THE ORIGINAL PROMPT:

They feel intense pain in their soul when their soulmate is in danger, either life-threatening or in any kind of danger. And they feel a connection when they get into close-proximity or are nearby each other.

[THIRD PERSON]

In a dark room, tied up and chained, the young, black-haired boy glanced all around him.

THERE IS NO ESCAPE

He longed for help. He longed for somebody to come and rescue him.

But nobody could hear him down here, can they? After all, nobody probably knows about this place, other than those mysterious people that put him here.

He is just here to suffer, for the fun of it.

Tired and sick, he passed out.

[THEIR SOULMATE]

I could feel the pain.

I have this connection with somebody, I have no idea who, but every time they get pain or suffer from something, I do too. I'm linked with them, whoever they are.

And they are hurting.

But I don't know where they are, where they live, or who they even are. They could live on the other side of the world from here. But I'll find them. I have to.

I would die with them.

They are my soulmate, after all. We're meant to be together, but if they do die, then my life would be incomplete.

I brushed back my black hair at the thought.

I will find them, no matter what.

[THE TRAPPED PERSON]

I woke up to the smell of mildew, and adjusted my eyes to the room around me. I remember that I was put into this room, but I have no idea why.

I re-imagined the moment that they looked at me with a disgusted look in their eyes, and myself whimpering at their whim.

I leaned in the chair, making it creak and the chains connecting to it rattle. I sighed.

"Will I ever get out of here?" I whisper to myself with desperation.

The heavy locked door opened, revealing a yellow light shining into the room, directed at me. I wasn't used to the blinding light, so I blocked it with my arms.

The two figures that put me in here walked in, holding a knife in their hands.

"Dear, we have a job for you," they cooed, holding the bloody knife at me. I yelped and fell back in the chair. They propped the chair back up, then continued waving the knife in front of my face.