He's Gone
Title: He’s Gone
Author: fireseop
Pairing: Dongwoon/Yoseob
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2,499
Summary: Delicate and beautiful; like a flower, petals, blood red that are torn apart carefully. Ripped apart into tiny little pieces; Dongwoon doesn’t know why he does it.
Author’s Note: I’m ever so sorry if I didn’t get the lock right; first time using it. I have never actually posted something NC-17 so enjoy my fail :) Inspired by this MV. The italics are a flashback :)
Warning: Contains sort-of-rape, crazy!Dongwoon/cross-dressing!Yoseob and murder. It’s creepy.
Yoseob was always being called cute and pretty, ever since he was a child. His face was still just as pure as it was back then. He never thought much of it; boys could be pretty too, right? Dongwoon had taken it too far; dresses, bows, ribbons and ruffles. Things that any girl would love were flowered upon him; except for he had no interest. A lose dress, tied with ribbons and bows, decorated with extra layers of material all brought together with ruffles as well, hung loosely off his shoulders. It was a dull greyish-purple colour with a few transparent layers. His hair was artificial; a wig, tied similarly with matching ribbons. Like a doll. Make-up dusted lightly on his face; over his bruised lips and marked cheeks. The marks ran far; down his neck, along his arms to the coarse rope that his hands were tied with behind the chair he was sitting on. The ropes had burned and rubbed against his fair, porcelain skin. Leaving raw marks that were rubbed over and over with the same things that caused them; it hurt. This was Son Dongwoon’s masterpiece.
Goosebumps covered the small boy’s body, mostly on the places the dress didn’t rest on; his arms and legs. His feet were bare and freezing. Almost numb, pressed against the stone cold, rough floor. He wasn’t treated like the princess he looked like. He was treated far from; locked in a chilly room in which smoke filled the air; smoke that had come from cigarettes in the past, it still lingered. It felt like he was a canary, trapped in a cage. Except any canary was perhaps lucky because in their cages, you could see the sun. Here there was nothing except big, dense, dark walls. Confining him of the warmth and light he sought. It was lonely but Yoseob preferred it this way; it gave him time to think about him.
He had been left here since his lover had gone to work; in case of anyone finding him. Dongwoon was over protective, crazily over protective. Locking the person he cared for most in a room all day. Paranoid that somebody would break him and steel him, steel his precious princess that he worked so hard to create and maintain. The elder didn’t know how long had already passed, sighing; he wished to be relieved from this hell hole of a room but he knew nobody would ever find him. Nobody would ever save him.
As usual he was locked up in the room, tied to the chair securely. Soon enough, Dongwoon would return and let him out. He would use Yoseob for the only purpose he was good for, appreciating the beautiful doll; he would make love to him. Unlocking the door to the room, the tall, lean shadow of him blocked some of the only few rays that were now running into the dull room; lighting up his angel. Yoseob looked up at the man leaning on the doorway. The smaller boy’s eyes were not used to the light and so they looked a little dazed and maybe even a little…lifeless. The younger boy grinned sickly.
“Beautiful.”
He walked slowly and knelt behind his lover. Gently untying his hands and helping him up off the chair, glancing all over his body. He moved a hand softly through his fake, long, brown locks, brushing them behind his ear before stroking down his face; staring into the sparkling eyes of the other. It was all his. Nobody would find his precious treasure and corrupt the beauty he possessed. The taller began to straighten out the light peachy-pink, polka dot dress. Adjusting the hips to where it should have been and retying the bow at the back. He adjusted the way it hung a little off Yoseob’s shoulders and pulled it down so that the bottom of the dress was just below his knee. Satisfied, he looked the other up and down.
“How was your day…O-Oppa?” Yoseob’s voice was quiet and a little croaky for they were the first words of his day. Dongwoon grinned, licking his now dry lips.
“It went okay. I…couldn’t stop thinking about you,” He said, his lips now hovering just above Yoseob’s ears; whispering into them as if he might wake someone hidden in the darkness, “I love you.” He pressed a kiss to the other’s temple before pulling away and taking the small hand. “Let’s brush your hair.” He said pulling and the delicate arm’s hand he was holding, pulling Yoseob into the house and sitting him down at a vanity table, picking up a specially designed hairbrush he removed all of the hair pieces that were perfectly entwined with the doll-like boy’s hair. Gently he glided the brush through the hair, watching carefully as he did so. The other boy just stared into the mirror blankly watching what the man behind was doing. Once it was brushed back to perfection, all of the hair pieces were carefully woven back into place and the hair was perfected.
“Wahh! Yoseobie, you look amazing!” He grinned and crouched behind, resting his head on the other’s bare shoulder checking him out via the mirror. Murmuring to himself, “Perfect.”
“Oppa, what’s for dinner? I’m allowed to eat today, right?” Of course, Dongwoon liked to keep his doll nice and thin. So much so that the small boy was all skin and bones, there was barely anything that you could pinch. The boy was by far underweight, maybe even anorexic but yet he lived. He had to keep hydrated at all times and was only fed every few days.
“I’m sure I could make you something, what would you like? I think Bulbogi (Barbecued meat) would be good.” He said standing up and walking to the kitchen, leaving Yoseob to himself. This was only 300 calories with the serving he got and the poor, skinny boy was sure that this would not be enough to keep him living long. Although he didn’t do much in the day, it was the evening he worried about.
Soon they shared dinner and once they had both finished, Dongwoon dumped the dishes into the sink and walked back to the dining table, pulling up a chair beside Yoseob to wipe the beautiful doll’s soft, plump lips of any food or drink. Murmuring again;
“Perfect.”
For the rest of the evening, Yoseob would quietly watch Dongwoon work until the younger man could take it no more and approach the other, gently but securely gripping his lover’s sides and lifting him onto the bed, whispering into the the elder’s ear like before.
“I want you.”
Yoseob did nothing to resist. He let his dress be slid up his thigh and above his waist. The younger boy never took the time to remove the dress claiming how much more lovely the other was with it on before grabbing the elder’s cheeks roughly with one hand and kissing him; imprinting his face. He began to kiss deeper and more harshly, bruising the poor boys lips before trailing kisses down his neck. Stopping in places to grate his teeth over the delicate, already marked skin and biting down hard in other places; drawing blood. Dongwoon wasn’t like others; he didn’t want Yoseob to scream his name, he didn’t want him to make a sound or a face. The blank look made him more turned on and drove him on in this love game. As he did the same down each of the arms, hands having travelled down the short boy’s body, squeezing his thighs hard and still nothing betrayed Yoseob in the face or the voice. It was as if he was still sitting down having his hair brushed.
The crazy man finished kissing the other’s palm, pulling away to look at the flushed beauty before taking the lips between his and kissing him passionately whilst he caressed further up his thigh, slowly pulling down the underwear between them. Once they were gone he sat up, looking down as he began stroking the other’s member slightly, giving it a little lick before he got his own hard member out of his trousers, caressing it and positioning them to rub together. Yoseob was obedient. He’d never cried, screamed or tried to force him away. He took it. Sometimes he even enjoyed it but he was a doll and dolls did as their masters said. The so-called master lifted the bony legs over his shoulders before forcing his own member inside the other’s small hole.
“Nngh, why are you always so tight?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry…it’s good.” The taller boy began slamming forcefully into and out of him. Thrusting in deeply and groaning at how good it felt.
After a few more thrusts, Dongwoon decided it was time for a change, slapping the boy’s butt cheeks he pulled out fully and turned the elder boy onto his stomach, bending his legs outwards in an awkward position before slamming in and thrusting fast, moaning and groaning until he came just after Yoseob. Pulling out of him, Dongwoon put his member back into his trousers, zipping them up and began to remove Yoseob’s dress before picking him up and placing him in the bath. He turned on the hot water and left to find a towel.
The scolding water burned Yoseob, yet he did not yelp. He merely closed his eyes and took in a sharp breath, trying to ignore the pain shooting though his body as the boiling water burned him. Soon Dongwoon returned with a towel and turned on the cold tap, watching as the elder looked up at him, eyes filled with pain. He smirked and pushed his head under without warning before pulling him back up. The other gasped for air, coughing and choking on the water he had swallowed; face now burning as well. A hand struck him across the face.
“Stop being a baby! You can wash yourself now.” He said turning off the cold so that it was still incredibly hot. Once he had left the other pouted and did as he was told; slowly washing his hair and body, making sure to get the residue from Dongwoon left in his behind out before draining the water away and rapping the towel around him feeling somewhat faint from the high temperature of the water.
“Will Oppa dry me?” Yoseob said standing in front of the other who was watching some pointless show on TV.
“Aniyo. Do it yourself. I’m busy.” Dongwoon was mad and Yoseob didn’t know what to do other than to be obedient to get his forgiveness. Leaving, he dried himself and put on a button up shirt of Dongwoon’s. The smaller boy walked back unsure of whether he should just go to bed or whether he should sit with the other. He wanted to go to bed. The faintness from the bath still lingered over him as he walked towards the other, vision fading; fainting on the floor.
Yoseob’s thoughts were stopped as he heard a creak. Looking to the door, he noticed a small ray of light, that grew bigger as the door was kicked open and Dongwoon was revealed. He was leaning on the doorway with an unimpressed look. ‘He must have had a bad day’ thought Yoseob. Smoke was pouring out of his lips as he released what he had inhaled from the cigarette in his left hand. Taking another drag he breathed out again; the smoke dancing its way out of his lips. ‘A really bad day.’ He dropped the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with his foot and made his way forward grabbing Yoseob’s chin forcefully, staring into his eyes. Cold. A hand was swept across Yoseob’s cheek with a large slap before he was blindfolded, untied and carried out of the room.
Darkness.
When his blindfold was lifted he was at the front of a giant labyrinth. He looked at Dongwoon questioningly; not quite understanding why they were there.
“Yoseob…” He looked at the other seriously, bitter-like hate in his eyes.
“Dongwoon, I love you. Even though you dress me like this…and hurt me a lot, I love you!” Yoseob turned to him; for once in his life he had stood up for himself and Dongwoon. But he was afraid that something would happen. Something terrible; maybe that was why he did it.
“Don’t interrupt me…Yoseob.” He never called him Yoseob.
“Dongwoonie! I’m your doll.”
“Run.” The man stared down at the smaller boy before pulling out a small dagger and tossing it skilfully in his hand. Yoseob didn’t quite understand. He stood there bewildered of what was happening, staring at the dagger in his hand. Had his lover…finally cracked? Had he gone completely mad?
“Dongwoon…I don’t understand. Wha-” the wig that he was wearing was yanked off by the other’s large hand as he glared hatefully.
“Run!” He said it again but in a more aggressive tone and run is what Yoseob did.
Yoseob ran as fast as he could glancing behind him, not understanding what he was doing until he saw Dongwoon power walking after him, a murderous look was in his eyes. Scared, Yoseob ran faster. His legs were wobbly from not being used to moving so much and he was tired easily because of the lack of energy and food he was given. Stumbling about, he grazed his arm on the stone walls he passed, trying to find his way in the impossible place. He stopped; clinging to the wall, panting hard; trying to regain some breath. Glancing behind him for any sign that he might be close. The shadow; Yoseob set off running again, probably in circles but he didn’t know; it was a maze. Dongwoon stalked close on his trail, watching him run. He loved a game of cat and mouse. He would win. Smirking sickly he took a different exit, knowing he would cut the other boy off, still tossing the dagger and twirling it about.
Yoseob stopped again, panting lots. He couldn’t keep going. There was no sign of Dongwoon behind him; there was no way the other could find him. It was a labyrinth! Sighing, he peered around the corner to look for him coming. Nothing. A hand grabbed his mouth from behind and he let out a muffled scream. Arms and legs flailing as he was pulled strongly into the darkness and thrown against a wall.
“Looks like our game has come to an end…” He grinned and licked the dagger before plunging it into the screaming other, ripping the smaller boy open; his insides falling out and staining the dress and dirt beneath him; blood covering them both. The crazy look in Dongwoon’s eyes faded but still he couldn’t help but laugh at his doll lying dead in front of him. Staring at the blood covering him he realised what he had done. He was alone.
But he couldn’t help but laugh.