I Hate You (Hunhan)

Chapter 25

(A/N: I should probably put a trigger warning at the beginning of this. Kidnap and torture is involved. This is your only warning. This chapter was not my idea....it was my friend's. I'm not a psychopath, I promise.) 

A sharp pain shot through Sehun's brain as he slowly woke up. He groaned outwardly as he opened his heavy eyelids, his body hurting all over. The realization that he was tied to a chair, a foot to each leg and hands tied behind his back, didn't hit him until he was awake enough to realize where he was.

He was in his own basement. A place he visited many times as a child when that monster he called a father decided it was time to "play". And, now, he was back, probably for more "playing" that would commence at any moment.

Sehun would've been slightly more okay with this, if okay would even be the word to describe it, if it weren't for the fact that his boyfriend was tied to a chair next to him.

"S-Sehun." Luhan forced out, as weak as Sehun was.

"Luhan. Are you okay?" Sehun was awakened fully by the mere sound of Luhan's voice, something real amidst a nightmare come true.

"I hurt. A lot." Luhan decided that it wasn't the time to lie to Sehun; his body was on fire with every pain imaginable, especially in the head region.

"I-I'm so sorry this happened. I'll get us out of this, princess. I promise you." Sehun was on the verge of tears.

It was his fault, his fault that the love of his life was put in this situation. He should've gone back.

Seeing the anguish flashing in Sehun's newly awakened eyes, Luhan reached out his fingers as far as they could go from where they were tied, stroking Sehun's fingers slightly. He did this knowing Sehun was internally blaming himself for their conundrum at that point in time.

In response, Sehun moved his closest hand to Luhan's, meeting halfway. He slipped his hand into Luhan's and gave a weak squeeze.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Then, the dreadful silence took over. It wasn't awkward. It was a strange combination of comforting, as they had each other, and anxious whilst they waited, or looked for ways to escape.

Sehun couldn't help but cry during this silence, being back in this basement after so long. He recalled being left down there for many days at a time, barely being fed, being beaten, tortured. So many painful memories returned to his already pained mind in that moment. Every little detail of the basement that he took in made him cry harder. The moldy smell. The old blood stains on the wall. The familiar single light bulb that dangled in the air. The hidden knife collection that resided in the drawers to their right. It all hurt him mentally. He could even remember when each bloodstain was created in his past, traumatic experiences poisoning his deteriorating mental state. Sehun didn't even realize how insane he looked at that moment as he began to yell and scream, in tears. All he knew was that he was in his dad's basement, having a panic attack.

Luhan didn't know what to do.

Sehun was practically screaming in agony at this point, bawling his eyes out in desperation. Seeing the bloodstains on the walls, and floor, Luhan could only guess why. He was almost brought to tears himself at the sight of him slowly losing his mind.

He did the only thing he could do for his boyfriend in order to relax him. After squeezing his hand slightly, Luhan began to sing.

His voice wasn't as beautiful as usual, but, to Sehun, it was the most gorgeous thing he could ever hear amidst his panic attack. Breathing starting to become more rhythmic, heartbeat slowing down along with the flow of tears, Sehun gradually stopped making noise, taking in Luhan's sweet melody.

By the time the song was over, Sehun had calmed down.

"I'm sorry." Sehun croaked out, eyes bloodshot, face wet.

Luhan did his best to be positive, despite the fact he was almost as scared as Sehun. His voice was soft and loving as he cooed, "It'll be okay darling. It'll be ok. I'm here. We'll get out of this like you said. I swear it."

Sehun could only nod, sending Luhan a forced smile in hopes that the older one would stop worrying about him.

It didn't work. Luhan was terrified for Sehun. But he didn't let that show, for at least one of them needed to be strong.

It had to have been an hour before something happened again. Sehun had enough time to calm down, and remind himself that he had to be strong, for Luhan. If he couldn't be strong for himself, then he had to be for Luhan.

So, as a door behind them opened, heavy footsteps following the sound of the creek it made, Sehun put on his poker face, despite the terror that gripped his heart as each step came closer.

"Aw, look how cute. Two faggots enduring hell together. How sweet." Sehun's dad appeared in front of them, a creepy smile etched upon his unshaven face.

"Y'know, I always knew you were a faggot, Sehun. You were never my son, anyway. A faggot can't be my son. You were a slave. And, now, you're my play toy."

Sehun almost began trembling as his dad stepped closer to him, but remained with his face unreadable, no emotion to be found, no sound to be heard.

"So, you wanna play that game, huh?" The man growled at Sehun not showing any emotion, taking a knife out of his back pocket. "Then, you wouldn't mind if I played with your little friend then?"

Sehun's mind and heart screamed internally as the man sidestepped so he was standing in front of Luhan, leaning forward with the knife in his hand.

"Do you like it?" The man acted as if he was studying the knife, his voice becoming light and sweet, obviously fake. "I cleaned it just for you."

The knife was brought up to Luhan's face. There was a dreadful pause as time seemed to stop, Luhan doing his best to remain as pokerfaced as Sehun.

He could not remain pokerfaced as the knife began to dig into the soft skin of his cheek, leaving a long cut. Luhan screamed in pain, unable to do anything as the blood traversed down his cheek as some tears did.

Sehun was enraged.

"Leave him alone you sick bastard! It's me you want! Me!" Sehun thrashed in the chair, trying to break free with all if his strength.

"Oh, is that so? How about we play a game, then." Sehun continued to thrash about, hoping that he could break free before his dad got to him and played this "game". "This is a game to see if you really love, what was his name, Luhan?"

Sehun's dad paused in order to choppily cut down the middle of Sehun's shirt with his prized knife, exposing his pale chest and toned abdomen.

"Let's see how long you last. If you give up, Luhan gets cut and vise versa. You wouldn't let your precious boyfriend get hurt, would you?" Sehun's dad chuckled malevolently as he slid the non-lethal side of the knife down his bare chest.

"Scream for me."

With that, the man began to cut Sehun's chest, slowly, deep enough to keep him alive, but cause MUCH discomfort.

Sehun did scream. Despite his best efforts to rebel against his father's wishes, he couldn't help but scream in agony as the knife slid down his chest and stomach. Multiple times.

Only after a while did Sehun realize that his cries were mixed in with someone else's.

"Don't hurt him! Stop! Please!" Luhan cried out at the sight of blood coating Sehun's front torso.

Sehun ceased his screaming, looked to Luhan, and smiled, ignoring the fiery pain that burned through his whole body.

"D-don't worry, p-princess. H-he won't be m-moving on to you any time s-soon."

These words were strained, and earned Sehun a laugh from his father.

"How sweet." The fake kindness seeped from his voice like expired candy.

The game continued for quite a long time, but all Sehun could think as he bled, near death, was, "I love you, Luhan."