A Walk Through Darkness : Chapter Four
Title : A Walk Through Darkness
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Angst / Romance / Drama
Rating : M
Warning : UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co, Violence.
Summary : Someone is seeking revenge on Kangin. And he knows just exactly how to get to him.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there at the desk, slumped forward despondently, head on his arms, practically ignoring everyone and everything around him. It could have been hours, minutes, who knows. But for Kangin, it certainly felt like forever.
When his cellphone rang, he snatched it up on pure reflex, he glanced at the caller ID and quickly flipped the phone open to accept the call, and in that instant, his heart stilled.
"Woojin-ah! Where are you? Where's Yesung? What have you done to him!" Kangin yelled into the phone frantically, not caring how desperate his voice sounded.
"Ah... now, isn't that the million dollar question... Kangin-sshi?" Woojin cackled on the other end of the line. Taunting Kangin was definitely something he enjoyed doing.
"Don't fuck around with me Woojin-ah!" Kangin snapped, his patience was already wearing thin.
A hearty laugh erupted in Kangin's ears. "Fine! If that's what you want..." And then the line went dead.
Barely even registering that Woojin had ended the call, the cellphone buzzed into life once again. Confused, Kangin looked at the cellphone in his hand. A video call. His heart racing wildly in his chest and his hands started to tremble once again. The small voice in the back of his head was telling him that it wouldn't be a good idea to receive the video call, but he couldn't help it, his thumb was already pressing the 'OK' button.
He felt all the blood drain from his face when the video call connection was established to his cellphone. The first thing that came into view was the battered form of his missing boyfriend. This time, in full view. Yesung's body was a mess of blood and bruises, countless cuts and slashes ran across his chest and stomach. Kangin's own stomach clenched into tight knots, his fears solidified in his throat, rendering him speechless at the sight of Yesung's state.
"Y-y-you sadistic freak!" Kangin growled.
There was a scuffling sound in the background, and then a distinct, sneering voice came through. "You wanted to know how he's doing right Kangin?" The camera now moving closer towards Yesung. "I'm just being reasonable, showing you what you wanted to see." Woojin grabbed Yesung's face roughly with his free hand and made him face the camera-phone. "Aww, look at his pretty face... he's all bloodied and hurt, and it's all your fault Kangin!" The madman chuckled in satisfaction, bringing the knife into the line of view. "Now, now don't be rude Yesung! Your beloved boyfriend is on the line, watching you, why don't you say hello to him?" Woojin's voice fell into a sing-song tone, he yanked Yesung by the hair and the blade slid to rest in the hollow of Yesung's throat.
No words came out of Yesung except for heavy, ragged breaths and painful coughing fits.
"Guess he doesn't want to talk to you Kangin!" Woojin stated, sounding quite disappointed himself. "Well, can't really blame him, after all you've put him through." He added simply.
"But it's okay, let's make him do something else for you!" The madman chirped, bringing the point of the knife to the lines of cut he had inflicted earlier. The sharp blade was scrapping and digging at the raw wounds, reopening the cuts as the blade pressed deeper into his captive's flesh. Woojin made sure that his actions were clearly shown in the camera, just for Kangin to watch.
And this time Yesung couldn't help but to scream and whimper in pain, giving Woojin exactly what he wanted; to make Kangin hear Yesung's pain filled screams. The excitement left him giddy with awe and delight.
The moment Kangin heard Yesung's scream, a tremor of fear surged through his entire body, his breath caught in his throat and he swallowed hard, angry tears filling his eyes. "Stop damn it! Woojin! Just fucking leave him alone!" His lost voice coming back to him, angry and bitter. "Just.. please don't hurt him anymore! It's me you wanted! Not him!" As much as he dreaded the scenes and sounds coming from the small screen of his cellphone, he couldn't tear his gaze away from it.
"Aww Kangin, Korea's number one handsome man is begging for poor Yesungie? How sweet." The mocking voice on the other end of the line continued. "Come find us Kangin! It wouldn't be too hard if you use your brain." He tittered at his own remark. "But just so you know, the pain and suffering won't stop for Yesung. Not until you get here. This is your one and only chance to save him. If you want to save him. So for now, say bye bye to Yesung!" Without waiting for Kangin's respond, Woojin ended the call.
Kangin stared at the phone in utter disbelief. “You sick bastard! I'm going to fucking kill you!” He growled, grip tightening on the cellphone, tempted enough to hurl the damned thing across the room.
"Son of a bitch!" He hissed loudly in frustration.
Anger seethed from every pore of his body, boiling into white-hot rage. Kangin slammed his fist into the wall behind him, again and again, ignoring the pain that his own fist had inflicted on himself, leaving the white wall smeared in blood.
He didn't know how long it went on, but finally, the adrenaline that surged through his body began to wear off and his thudding heart slowed to a more normal rhythm . He pressed his back against the wall and slid slowly to the floor, bloody knuckles cradled to his chest. His shoulders hitched with choked sobs, racking his large frame.
"Kangin?”
He hadn’t heard the door creaked open, being too wrapped up in his own emotional meltdown.
“Kangin-ah, what is it? What's going on?” Leeteuk asked, eyes wide with concern.
Kangin looked up to Leeteuk from where he was sitting, expression not changing, eyes bright with uncontainable emotions. He drew in a long ragged breath, not really wanting to deal with the older man, but knowing full well that Leeteuk would not leave the matter alone until he knows what was going on.
Leaning his heavy head against the wall behind him, Kangin took another long, deep breath in attempt to compose his jumbled thoughts into something more cohesive.
"He took him hyung... It's my fault..."
"Took him? Who? Kangin-ah what are you talking about?"
"The bastard! He took Jongwoon! And he's hurting him! He's torturing him! It's all because of me!" Kangin suddenly shot up to his feet clumsily, moved towards the bed stand, and grabbed his car keys.
A big question mark seemed to be flashing in Leeteuk's face. "What are you talking about Kangin-ah?" For a moment, Leeteuk looked at the younger man as if he had lost his mind.
"Teuk hyung, I have no time to explain everything right now. I gotta find Jongwoon! I think I know where the bastard's keeping him!" The urgency in Kangin's voice only made the leader's curiosity heighten. But before he could open his mouth to shoot a hundred and one questions towards the younger man, Kangin was already out of the door.
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A maniacal laughter echoed through the small dank room. Woojin tossed the cellphone aside and moved closer towards Yesung again. A twisted grin plastered across his face. "Did you hear him? Did you hear how pathetic he sounded? Asking me to stop hurting you?" He lets out another laugh and shook his head.
Yesung didn't say a word of reply to the madman. His mind was reeling, and he couldn't quite catch his breath. Kangin's fear-filled voice replayed over and over again in his head, almost drowning him. The voice that he had longed to hear sounded so close, but yet so far. He wanted so much to scream for Kangin, tell him to come and save him, take him away from this place, this pain, but he refused to let Woojin have the satisfaction from that.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! You piece of shit!" Woojin's voice suddenly filled the room once again, this time anger and annoyance obvious in his voice. The deranged man disappeared from Yesung's line of view for a few moments before appearing again in front of him with a baseball bat in his hand, a dark scowl clouding his face.
"You're starting to really piss me off Yesung!" Woojin admitted. "You know what my father would do if I were to ignore him like you did?" He questioned in a deceptively calm tone, his smile erupting into a menacing grin as he edged towards Yesung's frail form. "He would beat the shit out of me! Like this!" Woojin swung the wooden bat twice on Yesung's back. The pain exploded throughout his body, Yesung could no longer stop himself from crying out in agony. He moaned and writhed weakly in his restraints, his legs no longer able to hold himself up.
"Oh..g-g-god..." Yesung coughed and sputtered weakly, struggling feebly to get back on his feet. His unfocused eyes fell upon Woojin's now grinning face. "F-fuck y-ou..." He forced out defiantly through cracked, bloody lips.
"Such language Jongwoonie!" Woojin shook his head and sighed. "You've clearly spent way too much time with that foul-mouthed boyfriend of yours." He scoffed, circling around his captive's form, watching him intently. "Maybe a little love will cheer you up?"
Before Yesung could even process the last few words, a mouth clamped down hard on his own, an uninvited tongue began forcing its way between his swollen lips. Yesung mustered all his might to move away, but one of Woojin's hand fisted in his hair in an iron grip. He then felt a rough hand sliding down his belly, forcing it's way into the waistband of his blood soaked jeans, fingers curling around his length. Yesung jerked violently in his restraints trying to get away from the crazy man's touch. His breath hitched painfully in his chest as great pain and humiliation brought tears to his eyes.
Not a moment later, Woojin backed away, gaze still locked on Yesung. He licked his lips, and flashed a sinister smile. "You didn't even let me finish what I've started! How rude!"
"G-g-get a-way f-from m-me you f-freak!" Yesung croaked through gasps of air.
His facial muscles bunched up in disgust, "Your filthy mouth is saying no Yesung-sshi! But the bulge in your pants clearly said otherwise!" Woojin grinned gleefully. "Ah well, I've always wanted to know what it feels like to kiss a boy anyways." He turned to move towards the corner of the room and settled himself onto the rickety chair.
"Revenge is sweet isn't it, Yesung?" He asked, not really expecting an answer from the man wheezing pathetically before him. "Not only that I get to break you and torment you as Kangin watched and begged, I'm also going to have the satisfaction of killing you! I'll make him watch you die a slow painful death, and then... and then he can follow you down to hell!" His chuckle broke into a hysterical laughter. "He deserves it!"
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Kangin was probably breaking every traffic rule out there, he was pretty sure of it, but he couldn’t care less. He was holding on to the slight hope that he would find Yesung in the house that he was now heading to. He couldn't, and didn’t want to think of the alternative, because if he was wrong about this, he wouldn't know where else to look.
Oh god! Please, please let me be right about this!
He hadn't driven down this route in years, he never really had any reason to, until now. But as long as he could remember, the road from Seoul to Jowon had never felt this long to him. It took him countless of wrong turns and dead ends before he finally saw the abandoned house on the foot of the hill. This was it, the house where Woojin and his twin brother Joonsung had spent their not-so-happy childhood in. Without wasting another second, Kangin jumped out of his car and ran full speed towards the house.
Nearing the front door, Kangin forced his eager legs to slow down. He knew that Woojin was probably waiting for his arrival, but he figured, it wouldn't hurt to try and keep his presence unnoticed, at least just until Yesung is out of harm's way. Whatever happens to him after that, he truly didn't give a damn.
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Yesung knew that he was probably going to die. Strangely, he was almost ready for it. He could feel that his knees were starting to give out beneath his weight, and this time he's pretty sure that he couldn't fight it anymore.The fiery agony in his shoulders were slowly becoming muted pain. He couldn't even breathe, the process of breathing itself was excruciating, like daggers ripping through his chest.
He kept his head low, chin resting on his chest, his dark, jagged bangs covering his face. He coughed weakly, and more blood spattered out of his mouth. He grimaced and wheezed painfully as his broken rib sent waves of pain shooting through his battered body.
Woojin smiled as he watched Yesung shivered and swayed in place. He moved towards his captive, and clutched Yesung’s jaw in his fingers, hard. The psycho's grinning face multiplied by three in front of Yesung's unfocused eyes. "Having trouble breathing Yesungie?" He asked in an obvious fake concern. "Don't worry, it'll all soon be over." He cooed in his captive's ears.
"You bet it will asshole!" Another voice joined them in the room.
Kangin. It had to be Kangin.
Yesung felt something warm like hope blossoming in his cold broken chest. He could hear Kangin's voice in the distance, but his vision was rapidly blending together as the darkness threatened to close on him.
Surprised, Woojin quickly made his move before Kangin even had a chance to advance towards them. Standing behind his battered captive, he pressed his favorite knife against Yesung's chest, right above his heart. "Back off!" The crazed man warned menacingly.
Kangin didn't need to be told twice, he quickly inched backwards as his heart continued to race forward. His strong bravado fell the moment he saw the knife hovering dangerously close to Yesung's body. His eyes darted from Yesung's barely conscious form, to Woojin and back to Yesung. He could barely even think as his anxiety reached a level that he had never experinced before.
"Woojin-ah... p-lease... just, please... let him go." Kangin pleaded, tears glistening in his eyes.
Woojin's lips curled into a grin full of malice, delighted to see Kangin beg.
"It's me you want, not him. It's not his fault! He didn't do anything! I'm here now, you can do whatever you want to me. But please, let him go." He pleaded, willing to do just about anything to get Woojin off of Yesung. He bit his lip, desperately trying to figure a way to calm himself, to think, to save Yesung from any further harm.
Woojin looked at Yesung thoughtfully for a brief moment before his gaze flickered back to Kangin. "You're right... he didn't do anything... he didn't do anything... you're right... " Woojin nodded vigorously.
"It's not his fault... he didn't do anything..." The deranged man repeated. "But he's here to show you, Kangin... he's here to show you..." His crazed eyes lit up, a grin returned to his face.
"S-show me what?" The look on Woojin's face was starting to give Kangin the major creeps.
"What it's like to watch the person you love die..." He trailed off, bursting into a maniacal laughter.
And then, it happened in a heartbeat, Woojin plunged the knife deep into Yesung's chest. Yesung gasped at the new pain that penetrated deep in his chest, his muscles tensed momentarily before going limp once again. Blood poured freely from the wound, he felt totally disconnected and everything around him began to tip and swirl.
The bloody knife clattered onto the dirty concrete floor, Woojin continued to laugh hysterically as he loosened his bloody grasp around Yesung's body. He took a few unsteady steps away, leaving the dazed man hanging by his wrists, looking like a badly beaten up human pinata.
Kangin's heart stilled as chill ran down his spine, his eyes wide from shock. "Son of a bitch! NO!" Kangin launched himself onto Woojin without a second thought and tackled him to the ground with brute force. He couldn't think, he could only see red as his rage exploded within him at full force. Kangin's solid fist struck Woojin again and again to the side of his face.
He probably could have gone forever punching the shit out the the crazy bastard if Yesung's pain filled whimpers didn't snap him back to reality.
Breathing hard, he pushed back on his feet, he spared another glance on Woojin's now unconscious, bloodied face, feeling the urge to rip the man apart limb by limb with his own bare hands. He kicked Woojin's side as hard as he could as a parting gift and quickly made his way towards his boyfriend's bloodied form.
It was a terrible sight to behold, Kangin could barely breathe. Every inch of Yesung's once flawless skin was covered in cuts, and bruises. His wrists were rubbed raw and bloody from fighting against the restraints. His upper body was caked in blood and sweat; blood oozing from the stab wound. Kangin took a deep stuttering breath, willing himself to calm the fuck down.
"It's okay Jongwoon-ah, it's okay... I'm going to untie you okay? And then get you all patched up... just... just hang on...you're gonna be fine." His voice wavered beyond control, his hands struggling with the rope that kept Yesung in place.
"Y-y-yngwnn?" Yesung managed to mumble through barely parted lips.
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"Yeah Jongwoon-ah... it's okay, I'm here now..." A little too fucking late. "It's okay, he's not gonna hurt you anymore, I won't let him..."
Once the bindings released, Yesung's body pitched forward and carefully caught by Kangin's careful hands. Gently, he eased the smaller man onto his lap. Once settled, Kangin pulled off his jacket, and then pressed the balled up fabric against the wound on Yesung's chest.
Yesung gasped, he could feel the pressure on his chest increased, the pain was excruciating. He wanted to push it away, escape from the unrelenting agony, but Kangin's grip stayed firm as he tried to staunch the crimson flow.
"Ssh... shh, it's okay Jongwoon, it's okay... need to stop the bleeding." Kangin assured softly, trying to calm Yesung. Trying to calm himself. His free hand fumbled around clumsily in the pocket of his jeans, trying to fish out his cellphone. Without wasting another second, he dialed 1-1-9.
"Y-young-oon..." Yesung rasped.
"Yeah..." He answered, mentally cursing as he waited for the emergency operator to answer his call.
Yesung bucked and coughed weakly , more blood bubbled from his mouth, dripping down his chin. "T-tthanks..." He whispered through barely parted swollen lips. His half-mast gaze fixed on Kangin.
Before he could open his mouth to respond, a voice on the other line answered his call. He quickly tended the call, explaining the situation at hand, giving out quick and straight to the point information on the directions to the abandoned house they were in. While all that happened, Kangin's gaze never left Yesung.
"It's okay... it's okay Jongwoon-ah...help's coming. Just hang on." Kangin said as he snapped the phone close.
"Thnn-ks f-ffor c-coming... 'm s-ssorry..." Yesung garbled, tears filling his barely open eyes. It was getting impossibly harder to breathe.
"Shh.. nothing to be sorry about... " Kangin cleared his throat and his own chest tightened. If anyone should be sorry it's him. He had unknowingly dragged the one and only person he loved into this mess.
"H-hurts...too mm-uch...c-ccan't...." Yesung's body shuddered involuntarily, tear-glazed eyes slowly drooping close.
The room was spinning, Kangin couldn't find his breath, his panic rising, and he could see nothing else but Yesung who was gasping shallowly in his lap. "No! No... baby please, don't do this.. you can't do this! You can't leave me!" His voice broke, hot tears spilling from his eyes, burning at his cheeks.
A small smile tugged on the corner of Yesung's lips.
"Love...y-you-u..."Yesung's eyes fluttered close, and his gasping stopped.
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Okay, don't throw rocks at me. Anyways, the chapters only proved to get harder. Struggling, struggling again with this one. I'm not too sure of it myself. Caffeine sure as hell didn't help me any with this. I also had to chuck out a whole lot of scenes and make it shorter.
Ramblings aside, this chapter is dedicated to
super_jennie and rasinah who both enjoy tortured and angsty Yesung. I hope this isn't too much though.
Take care always darlings! ♥ Cheers!
Pairing : Kangin + Yesung
Genre : Angst / Romance / Drama
Rating : M
Warning : UNBETA-ED, F-words & Co, Violence.
Summary : Someone is seeking revenge on Kangin. And he knows just exactly how to get to him.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there at the desk, slumped forward despondently, head on his arms, practically ignoring everyone and everything around him. It could have been hours, minutes, who knows. But for Kangin, it certainly felt like forever.
When his cellphone rang, he snatched it up on pure reflex, he glanced at the caller ID and quickly flipped the phone open to accept the call, and in that instant, his heart stilled.
"Woojin-ah! Where are you? Where's Yesung? What have you done to him!" Kangin yelled into the phone frantically, not caring how desperate his voice sounded.
"Ah... now, isn't that the million dollar question... Kangin-sshi?" Woojin cackled on the other end of the line. Taunting Kangin was definitely something he enjoyed doing.
"Don't fuck around with me Woojin-ah!" Kangin snapped, his patience was already wearing thin.
A hearty laugh erupted in Kangin's ears. "Fine! If that's what you want..." And then the line went dead.
Barely even registering that Woojin had ended the call, the cellphone buzzed into life once again. Confused, Kangin looked at the cellphone in his hand. A video call. His heart racing wildly in his chest and his hands started to tremble once again. The small voice in the back of his head was telling him that it wouldn't be a good idea to receive the video call, but he couldn't help it, his thumb was already pressing the 'OK' button.
He felt all the blood drain from his face when the video call connection was established to his cellphone. The first thing that came into view was the battered form of his missing boyfriend. This time, in full view. Yesung's body was a mess of blood and bruises, countless cuts and slashes ran across his chest and stomach. Kangin's own stomach clenched into tight knots, his fears solidified in his throat, rendering him speechless at the sight of Yesung's state.
"Y-y-you sadistic freak!" Kangin growled.
There was a scuffling sound in the background, and then a distinct, sneering voice came through. "You wanted to know how he's doing right Kangin?" The camera now moving closer towards Yesung. "I'm just being reasonable, showing you what you wanted to see." Woojin grabbed Yesung's face roughly with his free hand and made him face the camera-phone. "Aww, look at his pretty face... he's all bloodied and hurt, and it's all your fault Kangin!" The madman chuckled in satisfaction, bringing the knife into the line of view. "Now, now don't be rude Yesung! Your beloved boyfriend is on the line, watching you, why don't you say hello to him?" Woojin's voice fell into a sing-song tone, he yanked Yesung by the hair and the blade slid to rest in the hollow of Yesung's throat.
No words came out of Yesung except for heavy, ragged breaths and painful coughing fits.
"Guess he doesn't want to talk to you Kangin!" Woojin stated, sounding quite disappointed himself. "Well, can't really blame him, after all you've put him through." He added simply.
"But it's okay, let's make him do something else for you!" The madman chirped, bringing the point of the knife to the lines of cut he had inflicted earlier. The sharp blade was scrapping and digging at the raw wounds, reopening the cuts as the blade pressed deeper into his captive's flesh. Woojin made sure that his actions were clearly shown in the camera, just for Kangin to watch.
And this time Yesung couldn't help but to scream and whimper in pain, giving Woojin exactly what he wanted; to make Kangin hear Yesung's pain filled screams. The excitement left him giddy with awe and delight.
The moment Kangin heard Yesung's scream, a tremor of fear surged through his entire body, his breath caught in his throat and he swallowed hard, angry tears filling his eyes. "Stop damn it! Woojin! Just fucking leave him alone!" His lost voice coming back to him, angry and bitter. "Just.. please don't hurt him anymore! It's me you wanted! Not him!" As much as he dreaded the scenes and sounds coming from the small screen of his cellphone, he couldn't tear his gaze away from it.
"Aww Kangin, Korea's number one handsome man is begging for poor Yesungie? How sweet." The mocking voice on the other end of the line continued. "Come find us Kangin! It wouldn't be too hard if you use your brain." He tittered at his own remark. "But just so you know, the pain and suffering won't stop for Yesung. Not until you get here. This is your one and only chance to save him. If you want to save him. So for now, say bye bye to Yesung!" Without waiting for Kangin's respond, Woojin ended the call.
Kangin stared at the phone in utter disbelief. “You sick bastard! I'm going to fucking kill you!” He growled, grip tightening on the cellphone, tempted enough to hurl the damned thing across the room.
"Son of a bitch!" He hissed loudly in frustration.
Anger seethed from every pore of his body, boiling into white-hot rage. Kangin slammed his fist into the wall behind him, again and again, ignoring the pain that his own fist had inflicted on himself, leaving the white wall smeared in blood.
He didn't know how long it went on, but finally, the adrenaline that surged through his body began to wear off and his thudding heart slowed to a more normal rhythm . He pressed his back against the wall and slid slowly to the floor, bloody knuckles cradled to his chest. His shoulders hitched with choked sobs, racking his large frame.
"Kangin?”
He hadn’t heard the door creaked open, being too wrapped up in his own emotional meltdown.
“Kangin-ah, what is it? What's going on?” Leeteuk asked, eyes wide with concern.
Kangin looked up to Leeteuk from where he was sitting, expression not changing, eyes bright with uncontainable emotions. He drew in a long ragged breath, not really wanting to deal with the older man, but knowing full well that Leeteuk would not leave the matter alone until he knows what was going on.
Leaning his heavy head against the wall behind him, Kangin took another long, deep breath in attempt to compose his jumbled thoughts into something more cohesive.
"He took him hyung... It's my fault..."
"Took him? Who? Kangin-ah what are you talking about?"
"The bastard! He took Jongwoon! And he's hurting him! He's torturing him! It's all because of me!" Kangin suddenly shot up to his feet clumsily, moved towards the bed stand, and grabbed his car keys.
A big question mark seemed to be flashing in Leeteuk's face. "What are you talking about Kangin-ah?" For a moment, Leeteuk looked at the younger man as if he had lost his mind.
"Teuk hyung, I have no time to explain everything right now. I gotta find Jongwoon! I think I know where the bastard's keeping him!" The urgency in Kangin's voice only made the leader's curiosity heighten. But before he could open his mouth to shoot a hundred and one questions towards the younger man, Kangin was already out of the door.
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A maniacal laughter echoed through the small dank room. Woojin tossed the cellphone aside and moved closer towards Yesung again. A twisted grin plastered across his face. "Did you hear him? Did you hear how pathetic he sounded? Asking me to stop hurting you?" He lets out another laugh and shook his head.
Yesung didn't say a word of reply to the madman. His mind was reeling, and he couldn't quite catch his breath. Kangin's fear-filled voice replayed over and over again in his head, almost drowning him. The voice that he had longed to hear sounded so close, but yet so far. He wanted so much to scream for Kangin, tell him to come and save him, take him away from this place, this pain, but he refused to let Woojin have the satisfaction from that.
"Hey! I'm talking to you! You piece of shit!" Woojin's voice suddenly filled the room once again, this time anger and annoyance obvious in his voice. The deranged man disappeared from Yesung's line of view for a few moments before appearing again in front of him with a baseball bat in his hand, a dark scowl clouding his face.
"You're starting to really piss me off Yesung!" Woojin admitted. "You know what my father would do if I were to ignore him like you did?" He questioned in a deceptively calm tone, his smile erupting into a menacing grin as he edged towards Yesung's frail form. "He would beat the shit out of me! Like this!" Woojin swung the wooden bat twice on Yesung's back. The pain exploded throughout his body, Yesung could no longer stop himself from crying out in agony. He moaned and writhed weakly in his restraints, his legs no longer able to hold himself up.
"Oh..g-g-god..." Yesung coughed and sputtered weakly, struggling feebly to get back on his feet. His unfocused eyes fell upon Woojin's now grinning face. "F-fuck y-ou..." He forced out defiantly through cracked, bloody lips.
"Such language Jongwoonie!" Woojin shook his head and sighed. "You've clearly spent way too much time with that foul-mouthed boyfriend of yours." He scoffed, circling around his captive's form, watching him intently. "Maybe a little love will cheer you up?"
Before Yesung could even process the last few words, a mouth clamped down hard on his own, an uninvited tongue began forcing its way between his swollen lips. Yesung mustered all his might to move away, but one of Woojin's hand fisted in his hair in an iron grip. He then felt a rough hand sliding down his belly, forcing it's way into the waistband of his blood soaked jeans, fingers curling around his length. Yesung jerked violently in his restraints trying to get away from the crazy man's touch. His breath hitched painfully in his chest as great pain and humiliation brought tears to his eyes.
Not a moment later, Woojin backed away, gaze still locked on Yesung. He licked his lips, and flashed a sinister smile. "You didn't even let me finish what I've started! How rude!"
"G-g-get a-way f-from m-me you f-freak!" Yesung croaked through gasps of air.
His facial muscles bunched up in disgust, "Your filthy mouth is saying no Yesung-sshi! But the bulge in your pants clearly said otherwise!" Woojin grinned gleefully. "Ah well, I've always wanted to know what it feels like to kiss a boy anyways." He turned to move towards the corner of the room and settled himself onto the rickety chair.
"Revenge is sweet isn't it, Yesung?" He asked, not really expecting an answer from the man wheezing pathetically before him. "Not only that I get to break you and torment you as Kangin watched and begged, I'm also going to have the satisfaction of killing you! I'll make him watch you die a slow painful death, and then... and then he can follow you down to hell!" His chuckle broke into a hysterical laughter. "He deserves it!"
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Kangin was probably breaking every traffic rule out there, he was pretty sure of it, but he couldn’t care less. He was holding on to the slight hope that he would find Yesung in the house that he was now heading to. He couldn't, and didn’t want to think of the alternative, because if he was wrong about this, he wouldn't know where else to look.
Oh god! Please, please let me be right about this!
He hadn't driven down this route in years, he never really had any reason to, until now. But as long as he could remember, the road from Seoul to Jowon had never felt this long to him. It took him countless of wrong turns and dead ends before he finally saw the abandoned house on the foot of the hill. This was it, the house where Woojin and his twin brother Joonsung had spent their not-so-happy childhood in. Without wasting another second, Kangin jumped out of his car and ran full speed towards the house.
Nearing the front door, Kangin forced his eager legs to slow down. He knew that Woojin was probably waiting for his arrival, but he figured, it wouldn't hurt to try and keep his presence unnoticed, at least just until Yesung is out of harm's way. Whatever happens to him after that, he truly didn't give a damn.
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Yesung knew that he was probably going to die. Strangely, he was almost ready for it. He could feel that his knees were starting to give out beneath his weight, and this time he's pretty sure that he couldn't fight it anymore.The fiery agony in his shoulders were slowly becoming muted pain. He couldn't even breathe, the process of breathing itself was excruciating, like daggers ripping through his chest.
He kept his head low, chin resting on his chest, his dark, jagged bangs covering his face. He coughed weakly, and more blood spattered out of his mouth. He grimaced and wheezed painfully as his broken rib sent waves of pain shooting through his battered body.
Woojin smiled as he watched Yesung shivered and swayed in place. He moved towards his captive, and clutched Yesung’s jaw in his fingers, hard. The psycho's grinning face multiplied by three in front of Yesung's unfocused eyes. "Having trouble breathing Yesungie?" He asked in an obvious fake concern. "Don't worry, it'll all soon be over." He cooed in his captive's ears.
"You bet it will asshole!" Another voice joined them in the room.
Kangin. It had to be Kangin.
Yesung felt something warm like hope blossoming in his cold broken chest. He could hear Kangin's voice in the distance, but his vision was rapidly blending together as the darkness threatened to close on him.
Surprised, Woojin quickly made his move before Kangin even had a chance to advance towards them. Standing behind his battered captive, he pressed his favorite knife against Yesung's chest, right above his heart. "Back off!" The crazed man warned menacingly.
Kangin didn't need to be told twice, he quickly inched backwards as his heart continued to race forward. His strong bravado fell the moment he saw the knife hovering dangerously close to Yesung's body. His eyes darted from Yesung's barely conscious form, to Woojin and back to Yesung. He could barely even think as his anxiety reached a level that he had never experinced before.
"Woojin-ah... p-lease... just, please... let him go." Kangin pleaded, tears glistening in his eyes.
Woojin's lips curled into a grin full of malice, delighted to see Kangin beg.
"It's me you want, not him. It's not his fault! He didn't do anything! I'm here now, you can do whatever you want to me. But please, let him go." He pleaded, willing to do just about anything to get Woojin off of Yesung. He bit his lip, desperately trying to figure a way to calm himself, to think, to save Yesung from any further harm.
Woojin looked at Yesung thoughtfully for a brief moment before his gaze flickered back to Kangin. "You're right... he didn't do anything... he didn't do anything... you're right... " Woojin nodded vigorously.
"It's not his fault... he didn't do anything..." The deranged man repeated. "But he's here to show you, Kangin... he's here to show you..." His crazed eyes lit up, a grin returned to his face.
"S-show me what?" The look on Woojin's face was starting to give Kangin the major creeps.
"What it's like to watch the person you love die..." He trailed off, bursting into a maniacal laughter.
And then, it happened in a heartbeat, Woojin plunged the knife deep into Yesung's chest. Yesung gasped at the new pain that penetrated deep in his chest, his muscles tensed momentarily before going limp once again. Blood poured freely from the wound, he felt totally disconnected and everything around him began to tip and swirl.
The bloody knife clattered onto the dirty concrete floor, Woojin continued to laugh hysterically as he loosened his bloody grasp around Yesung's body. He took a few unsteady steps away, leaving the dazed man hanging by his wrists, looking like a badly beaten up human pinata.
Kangin's heart stilled as chill ran down his spine, his eyes wide from shock. "Son of a bitch! NO!" Kangin launched himself onto Woojin without a second thought and tackled him to the ground with brute force. He couldn't think, he could only see red as his rage exploded within him at full force. Kangin's solid fist struck Woojin again and again to the side of his face.
He probably could have gone forever punching the shit out the the crazy bastard if Yesung's pain filled whimpers didn't snap him back to reality.
Breathing hard, he pushed back on his feet, he spared another glance on Woojin's now unconscious, bloodied face, feeling the urge to rip the man apart limb by limb with his own bare hands. He kicked Woojin's side as hard as he could as a parting gift and quickly made his way towards his boyfriend's bloodied form.
It was a terrible sight to behold, Kangin could barely breathe. Every inch of Yesung's once flawless skin was covered in cuts, and bruises. His wrists were rubbed raw and bloody from fighting against the restraints. His upper body was caked in blood and sweat; blood oozing from the stab wound. Kangin took a deep stuttering breath, willing himself to calm the fuck down.
"It's okay Jongwoon-ah, it's okay... I'm going to untie you okay? And then get you all patched up... just... just hang on...you're gonna be fine." His voice wavered beyond control, his hands struggling with the rope that kept Yesung in place.
"Y-y-yngwnn?" Yesung managed to mumble through barely parted lips.
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"Yeah Jongwoon-ah... it's okay, I'm here now..." A little too fucking late. "It's okay, he's not gonna hurt you anymore, I won't let him..."
Once the bindings released, Yesung's body pitched forward and carefully caught by Kangin's careful hands. Gently, he eased the smaller man onto his lap. Once settled, Kangin pulled off his jacket, and then pressed the balled up fabric against the wound on Yesung's chest.
Yesung gasped, he could feel the pressure on his chest increased, the pain was excruciating. He wanted to push it away, escape from the unrelenting agony, but Kangin's grip stayed firm as he tried to staunch the crimson flow.
"Ssh... shh, it's okay Jongwoon, it's okay... need to stop the bleeding." Kangin assured softly, trying to calm Yesung. Trying to calm himself. His free hand fumbled around clumsily in the pocket of his jeans, trying to fish out his cellphone. Without wasting another second, he dialed 1-1-9.
"Y-young-oon..." Yesung rasped.
"Yeah..." He answered, mentally cursing as he waited for the emergency operator to answer his call.
Yesung bucked and coughed weakly , more blood bubbled from his mouth, dripping down his chin. "T-tthanks..." He whispered through barely parted swollen lips. His half-mast gaze fixed on Kangin.
Before he could open his mouth to respond, a voice on the other line answered his call. He quickly tended the call, explaining the situation at hand, giving out quick and straight to the point information on the directions to the abandoned house they were in. While all that happened, Kangin's gaze never left Yesung.
"It's okay... it's okay Jongwoon-ah...help's coming. Just hang on." Kangin said as he snapped the phone close.
"Thnn-ks f-ffor c-coming... 'm s-ssorry..." Yesung garbled, tears filling his barely open eyes. It was getting impossibly harder to breathe.
"Shh.. nothing to be sorry about... " Kangin cleared his throat and his own chest tightened. If anyone should be sorry it's him. He had unknowingly dragged the one and only person he loved into this mess.
"H-hurts...too mm-uch...c-ccan't...." Yesung's body shuddered involuntarily, tear-glazed eyes slowly drooping close.
The room was spinning, Kangin couldn't find his breath, his panic rising, and he could see nothing else but Yesung who was gasping shallowly in his lap. "No! No... baby please, don't do this.. you can't do this! You can't leave me!" His voice broke, hot tears spilling from his eyes, burning at his cheeks.
A small smile tugged on the corner of Yesung's lips.
"Love...y-you-u..."Yesung's eyes fluttered close, and his gasping stopped.
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Okay, don't throw rocks at me. Anyways, the chapters only proved to get harder. Struggling, struggling again with this one. I'm not too sure of it myself. Caffeine sure as hell didn't help me any with this. I also had to chuck out a whole lot of scenes and make it shorter.
Ramblings aside, this chapter is dedicated to
super_jennie and rasinah who both enjoy tortured and angsty Yesung. I hope this isn't too much though.
Take care always darlings! ♥ Cheers!