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He felt the air leave his lungs, as he was thrown harshly to the ground, coughing and holding his chest in pain, he lets out a silent cry as Soobin lifts him by the hair, hot tears stream down his cheeks, he was certain that he was going to die, or worse, live.
"You disobeyed me, Yeonjun, I'm so hurt! and when I treated you with nothing but kindness, I bought you things, gave you everything you could ever possibly need! and this is how you repay me?! by betraying my trust!" Soobin grips his hair harder, then lets him go, watching as Yeonjun falls to the ground, he picks up some ropes, and starts to tie him up.
Yeonjun struggles, and cries in protest, trying to get away from the sick man, Soobin simply forces him to stay still, his grip on him like an iron vice. Yeonjun muffles a sob, knowing full well that there was no escaping this.
Soobin turns, around for a moment, Yeonjun watches him quietly to see what he was doing, Soobin pulls out the radio, the one he got caught with, and puts on some music, as background noise, Soobin smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes.
"Yeonjun, you've been very very bad, you made me very angry, so I'm afraid I have to punish you", Soobin said, before he slowly pulls out a set of pliers, Yeonjun starts to shake and cry harder, fearing for what was going to happen to him.
"Don't give me that look, it's hard on the both of us, now, hold still and stop crying, it will be over quicker if you don't struggle" Soobin said, his eyes cold as ice, as he slowly moves closer with the pliers.
Suddenly Yeonjun felt agonising pain, that caused his chest to feel a burning sensation, he felt pain, that he didn't even know existed, it hurted so much, as he felt the cold pliers clamp down on his tongue. He felt pins and needles in his legs, from the uncomfortable position he was forced into.
He felt Soobin twist and pull at his tongue, enough to hurt him, he felt the way Soobin plied at his fingers and the way he would violate his body made him cry, he cried harder than he ever has before, he cried out of fear, out of pain, out of frustration, that he was helpless and alone, alone with someone like Soobin.
But as much or as hard as he cried they were simply drowned out by the mellow tune that played from the radio, it was fucking sickening.
Yeonjun woke up, the pain from his body, still ached, a reminder to never go against Soobin, a reminder that this is his reality and there is no escape for him, he looked around, but he couldn't see anything, he started to panic, a new set of fresh hot tears falling from his eyes.
He felt himself start to hyperventilate, he holds his chest, but it felt tight, he felt scared, scared and alone, he had no idea where he was and he had no one, he lets out a cry, his voice hoarse and sore from the crying before hand, in his panicked state, he gets up, and feels his surroundings.
Yeonjun makes his way over to where he felt a door was, still scared and helpless, he starts banging on it relentlessly, his fists ached, but he didn't care, he just had to get out, he didn't want to be trapped and alone, especially in the dark, he couldn't.
"Please! please! let me out, I'm sorry for what I did before, please Soobin! I'm sorry, please don't leave me alone in the dark, please, I'm scared!" He cries out, his banging getting more erratic and panicked, his head felt dizzy, his breath felt short, his hands were numb from hitting at the door.
There was no response, and after banging on the door for what felt like hours, crying and pleading, his exhausted state won over him, as he falls to the ground, he hugs himself in a foetal position, and sobs quietly to himself, trying to think of anything, to not go insane in the dark, confined room he was isolated in.
He scrunches his eyes shut tightly, wishing that this were all just a sick prank, or a bad dream, that Jimin-Hyung would come in, and wake him up, and hug him as he cried, they would have a hot cup of tea together as he calmed down, oh how he wished his brother were here, he felt so scared and alone.
Yeonjun was fading in and out of consciousness, He spent what felt like days trapped in the room, his body was weak, from hunger, he felt starving, he kept thinking about Jimin, his family at home, he knew they were worried, he felt so stupid and helpless, this was all his own fault.
"H-Hyung.. p-please", he sniffled quietly, but he knew it was hopeless, that Jimin wouldn't come to wake him up this time, suddenly, the door opened, finally, light shone into the darkness he was drowning in, his eyes burned from the sensation after being in the dark for so long, but he didn't care.
He got up quickly, his knees weak, and wobbling, but he didn't care, as he starts to sniffle again, he makes his way over to Soobin, collapsing at his feet, he whimpers, "P-Please, please I'm so sorry, I will be g-good now I promise, please let me out", he begged pathetically.
Soobin simply smiled wordlessly, and ran his hand through Yeonjun's hair gently, Yeonjun craved the affection, after being deprived so long of positive touch, he felt starved of it, he didn't even care that it was Soobin who was doing it.
Soobin picks him up, carrying his weak, and tired body, away from the dark prison he was in, and weirdly, Yeonjun felt safe in his arms then, as he closes his eyes and relaxes in Soobin's arms, he felt better, Soobin rescued him from the darkness, the room that was scaring him, and hurting him, Soobin helped him, maybe.. he wasn't as bad as Yeonjun thought he was?.
Inside, Soobin was smiling like a maniac, because Soobin was definitely as bad as Yeonjun once thought.