Crimson Strings [Yeongyu]

Thread of insanity

Chapter 7: Threads of Insanity

Beomgyu’s POV

It started with the whispers. 

At first, they were faint. Barely there. 

A distant *murmuring* that tickled the edge of his consciousness, too soft to make out. 

But as the days passed, the voices grew louder. 

Stronger. 

Hungrier. 

Beomgyu sat curled on the massive bed, his wrist still locked in the handcuff. His throat was dry, his body aching from exhaustion. He had stopped screaming for help hours ago. 

No one was coming. 

No one would come. 

His stomach twisted painfully—he had no idea when he last ate. Yeonjun would bring food sometimes, setting it down on the nightstand with a smirk before leaving again. 

But Beomgyu never touched it. 

Not because he wasn’t hungry—he was starving—but because he didn’t trust it. 

Didn’t trust him. 

Yeonjun was playing a game. A long, slow, twisting game. 

And Beomgyu could feel it tightening around his throat like a noose. 

Then— 

The whispers came back. 

This time, they were right behind him. 

"He’s watching you."

"He’s waiting for you to break." 

"You won’t win this, Beomgyu." 

Beomgyu’s breath hitched. 

Slowly, he turned his head— 

And froze. 

There. In the mirror across the room. 

A shadow. 

Tall, unmoving, lurking in the dim light. 

Watching. 

Beomgyu’s heart slammed against his ribs. His vision wavered, breath coming in short gasps. 

He wasn’t alone. 

He wasn’t alone. 

A voice, low and mocking, slid through the silence. 

"You’re starting to see them, aren’t you?" 

Beomgyu flinched. 

Yeonjun. 

He stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the glow of the hallway light. 

Beomgyu's eyes darted back to the mirror. 

The shadow was gone. 

Yeonjun chuckled, stepping into the room. His presence was too much —his energy suffocating, his gaze burning through Beomgyu like a predator toying with its prey. 

"You’re so easy to break, little mouse." 

Beomgyu’s fingers dug into the sheets. "I’m not broken." 

Yeonjun smirked. "Yet." 

He approached slowly, like a wolf savoring the kill. The bed dipped as he sat down beside Beomgyu, so close their knees brushed.