Obsession

11

Flight.
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He didn't know how long it's been since the last time he saw the two men. He was cold, hungry and tired, he really needed a shower, and used the bucket beside his bed to pee in. He felt absolutely horrible. The room smelled, he smelled, his hairs was filthy and he had the same old clothes on the day he was forced to wear it, the towel covering half of his body as he doubted whether he would ever see the two men ever again. How he was left up in this abandoned room, swearing he saw atleast one or three rats in the other corner. He was not only devastated over the sudden turn in his life, but he was so fucking hungry that he felt like biting his own hand off. His eyes never stopped crying as he was genuinely frightened by the possibility of death. He didn't wanna die just yet, he wanted to atleast experience life. He wanted to grow old with that cafè of his dreams, he just wanted a normal life. He was only 16, he couldn't help but wonder why he had to be the target.

Trust him. He didn't want to sound selfish at all, but he hoped that they would have picked somebody else. And not him. Now he had to suffer inside this house, with his life cut short just because they felt like targeting him. He didn't want to belong to them, he didn't want to be with them at all.

He felt beyond upset. But he felt like it was a waste to just cry all night and day. He wanted food, to eat something but he knew he shouldn't speak. That was one of the rules. To keep quiet. He shouldn't speak a word to them, not even if he wanted too.

But his stomach hurted so badly, he felt the need to shower, to eat something..he was more than ready to obey if he received food and active showering first. But he didn't know if he would be allowed that. He feared asking them, he feared getting more than a no. But he already haven't slept, haven't eaten anything, and haven't taken a shower. And judging by the texture of his hair, he must have been in here for atleast some days.

He sighed, trying to stand upon his feet. The towel covering his legs falling to the floor as he attempted to step towards the door, which he succeeded in. The chain stopping exactly by the door so that he couldn't walk further. And for the first time, he genuinely felt satisfied with something ever since he got here. Knocking on the door as he felt dizzy from the lack of food consumption, stumbling a bit back as he kicked the door gently with his feet. Figuring that if he knocked enough, they would come to his door, and hopefully feed him..he deserved to be fed right? He has stayed silent for a long time now..he just wanted something to fill his stomach.

"What?!" The angry sound of Chan's voice echoed through the room, causing Jeongin to push himself back in fear as the door swung open, revealing a shirtless Chan with a pissed of expression on his face.

Was that a question? Was he allowed to speak now? He didn't know, but he didn't want risk getting punished by mistakenly thinking it was a question and not a statement.

Chan stomped inside the room and grabbed the boy's arm, who whimpered at the strong grip. "What is it? Why where you knocking on the door at 4 in the fucking morning?" Chan asked, his voice growing a tiny bit louder as he shook the boy in his hands.

"Mm- s-sorry.." Jeongin whined out, letting Chan shake him but he felt his head hurting, his mouth so dry he felt like throwing up. But he was so hungry, he didn't know what to do. "I'm...h-hungry, p-please feed m-me.." he looked up at Chan with teary eyes, stopping the man from shaking him, letting Chan look down at him with a skeptical frown.

"Pathetic, aren't ya?" Chan chuckled, bending down to grasp Jeongin's ankle, unlocking the chain that sat too tight for his liking. And repeating to process with his wrists. "Do you know how long you've been up here without proper food or water?" Chan asked with a smirk, throwing the boy over his shoulder.