Finally wrote another part =D -- GTop -- The room -- 5/?
Title: The Room 5/?
Pairing: GTop, Onesided pairing, Top/Dongwoon
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Angst, Horror, Suspense
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: There's a room. No one wants to go in, but once you do, there's no coming out.
Notes: UNbetad; you are my lab rats darlings. I finally wrote another part. =) Are you guys proud?
First part || Second part || Third part || Fourth part
Part 5
Somehow-and this is the last place he wants to be-Seunghyun ends up back at Jiyong’s apartment. Not only that, but the younger man is flirting and trying to distract him any way he can because he knows those type of activities will clear his mind and enable him to think clearer.
“Do you want some tea?” Jiyong places a metal pot on his white and black stove, looking from the corner of his eye.
“No thanks. Very modern place you got,” He says as he walks around the apartment slowly. Seunghyun didn’t get a good look the first time he popped in to drop off the blonde man.
“Was my ex’s place. She never really appreciated its perks though.” Jiyong is smiling; Seunghyun can tell from the tone of his voice.
It would be cuter if he wasn’t trying so hard to be perfect. It would be better if his blood wasn’t boiling. Actually, it would be perfect if Dongwoon was here to watch, or even join in for once. That’s his problem; Dongwoon is in jail somewhere and Jiyong is talking to him about tea and furniture.
It just doesn’t make sense.
Seunghyun sighs, walking toward the balcony; it’s the 10th floor of the building. If he stays he knows he’ll just rip Jiyong limb from limb and they won’t have any kind of healthy relationship afterward. If he goes, Jiyong might be slightly vexed at first, but he would have to understand since Dongwoon is his best friend in the world.
Jiyong is smiling ear to ear when he returns, floral patterned cup in his hand, but his smile fades when there is no Seunghyun to be found anywhere in the apartment.
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Dongwoon spits out the blood swishing in his mouth, his gaze severe and unaffected by any number of punches the detective takes. He sits up in the chair, his hands barely fighting against the handcuffs, and he forces a smile onto his battered face.
“That’s cute,” The man in the pinstripe suit says. “Real cute.” He cracks his knuckles, licking the blood from off of his right hand. “Too bad I’m not a queer like you and your little buddies at your filthy bar.” The detective pulls back and punches Dongwoon in the stomach, twice.
“Not so cute now, are you?” He whispers in Dongwoon’s ear, licking the shell slowly. “If only you were a girl, I could have so much more fun with you.”
Dongwoon nearly throws up the contents of his stomach; that disgusting smirk, that voice, and that tongue, which violated his physical being more painfully than the actual hits. This man is sick, and there’s no way he will do anything with him if that’s what he wants.
“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking,” The man sits on the ground, looking into those eyes that are burning through his skull, wishing he would die of an impromptu heart attack. “What’s a hot fella like me doing beating up beautiful, gay men like you?”
The man unbuttons his suit jacket and there’s a name tag on his dark dress shirt underneath: Taecyeon.
“See, this is my job.” Taecyeon rests his hands on Dongwoon’s knees. “And you, you broke the law, big time.” Taecyeon ignores Dongwoon’s grunts as he pushes a gag in the young man’s mouth.
“Not only are you openly gay, and support gay activities, but you encourage others to join in your illegal lifestyle with your dirty shithole of a place you call a bar.” Taecyeon stands up, placing his jacket over the back of his chair, and dragging it closer to where Dongwoon is sitting so they can speak eye to eye.
“I’ll make a deal with you though,” Taecyeon smiles as he rubs Dongwoon’s thigh. “If you give me two things I want, I will let you live out and about once again. But your bar will stay closed.”
Dongwoon growls and bites down on his gag as Taecyeon’s fingers get a little too close to areas he holds dear. Taecyeon chuckles and pulls out his badge from his pocket. “See this? Detective. No one is watching me right now. I could take out my gun and shoot you point blank, and no one would know. No one would care.”
Dongwoon looks away, grinding his teeth against the gag.
“Pretty boy, I know you want to see your sweet little friends again,” Taecyeon’s hand kneads at the front of Dongwoon’s pants. “So listen carefully. Alright?”
Dongwoon closes his eyes, fighting back the urge to break the cuffs and bleed this man dry.
“You’re going to have sex with me, and pretend you like it,” Taecyeon squeezes at the flesh under his grasp. “Or I will find your two friends from the bar and kill them both, then kill you.” He finally pulls off Dongwoon’s gag to hear his response.
“So what’s it gonna be, pretty boy?”
Dongwoon knows, deep down, if he doesn’t do it he will find them and kill them. He wishes he was strong enough to help Seunghyun and fight him off, but he’s not. Jiyong isn’t even one of them, so he would stand no chance at all. But on the other hand, maybe even if he sleeps with this cop they will all die.
Dongwoon spits a mouthful of blood in Taecyeon’s face. If he’s going down, he’s going down fighting.
Taecyeon takes out a handkerchief and wipes away the red liquid. “You know what, just for that, I’ll make it my duty to find those other punks and fuck them in front of your sorrowful eyes.
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Seunghyun doesn’t know which station they took Dongwoon too, and he’s hidden somewhere well because he can’t sense the younger man’s life force at all. He needs to take in his best friend’s scent if he expects to ever find him.
Seunghyun climbs up the tree adjacent to Dongwoon’s apartment, breaking in through the balcony window.
The apartment is trashed; clothes thrown around, shattered glass all over the kitchen, cupboards pulled off the hinges. Everything that could be destroyed was. Seunghyun ignores the disturbing status of the apartment and picks up Dongwoon’s favorite shirt.
The smell is still present, to the point he can picture exactly where Dongwoon last wore it-the night when he met Jiyong at the bar. Seunghyun rubs against the soft cotton, imagining Dongwoon’s silky strands of hair and delicate fingers are the fabric pressed to his skin.
They’ve never been a day apart, and now this. He misses him so much he can almost hear his heart breaking in two. Seunghyun can’t think of a reason why he’s never thought of being with Dongwoon, other than the fact that he’s his best friend.
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Taecyeon grins, forcing his tongue into Dongwoon’s mouth. “It’s so easy for people to be gay.” He bites down on Dongwoon’s swollen lip, drawing blood. “Especially when they’re as delicious as you.” His eyes turn a bright red when the metal taste hits his tongue.
Dongwoon is suddenly much more frightened than he previously was; he’s one of them.
---to be continued
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Pairing: GTop, Onesided pairing, Top/Dongwoon
Genre: AU, Fantasy, Angst, Horror, Suspense
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did.
Summary: There's a room. No one wants to go in, but once you do, there's no coming out.
Notes: UNbetad; you are my lab rats darlings. I finally wrote another part. =) Are you guys proud?
First part || Second part || Third part || Fourth part
Part 5
Somehow-and this is the last place he wants to be-Seunghyun ends up back at Jiyong’s apartment. Not only that, but the younger man is flirting and trying to distract him any way he can because he knows those type of activities will clear his mind and enable him to think clearer.
“Do you want some tea?” Jiyong places a metal pot on his white and black stove, looking from the corner of his eye.
“No thanks. Very modern place you got,” He says as he walks around the apartment slowly. Seunghyun didn’t get a good look the first time he popped in to drop off the blonde man.
“Was my ex’s place. She never really appreciated its perks though.” Jiyong is smiling; Seunghyun can tell from the tone of his voice.
It would be cuter if he wasn’t trying so hard to be perfect. It would be better if his blood wasn’t boiling. Actually, it would be perfect if Dongwoon was here to watch, or even join in for once. That’s his problem; Dongwoon is in jail somewhere and Jiyong is talking to him about tea and furniture.
It just doesn’t make sense.
Seunghyun sighs, walking toward the balcony; it’s the 10th floor of the building. If he stays he knows he’ll just rip Jiyong limb from limb and they won’t have any kind of healthy relationship afterward. If he goes, Jiyong might be slightly vexed at first, but he would have to understand since Dongwoon is his best friend in the world.
Jiyong is smiling ear to ear when he returns, floral patterned cup in his hand, but his smile fades when there is no Seunghyun to be found anywhere in the apartment.
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Dongwoon spits out the blood swishing in his mouth, his gaze severe and unaffected by any number of punches the detective takes. He sits up in the chair, his hands barely fighting against the handcuffs, and he forces a smile onto his battered face.
“That’s cute,” The man in the pinstripe suit says. “Real cute.” He cracks his knuckles, licking the blood from off of his right hand. “Too bad I’m not a queer like you and your little buddies at your filthy bar.” The detective pulls back and punches Dongwoon in the stomach, twice.
“Not so cute now, are you?” He whispers in Dongwoon’s ear, licking the shell slowly. “If only you were a girl, I could have so much more fun with you.”
Dongwoon nearly throws up the contents of his stomach; that disgusting smirk, that voice, and that tongue, which violated his physical being more painfully than the actual hits. This man is sick, and there’s no way he will do anything with him if that’s what he wants.
“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking,” The man sits on the ground, looking into those eyes that are burning through his skull, wishing he would die of an impromptu heart attack. “What’s a hot fella like me doing beating up beautiful, gay men like you?”
The man unbuttons his suit jacket and there’s a name tag on his dark dress shirt underneath: Taecyeon.
“See, this is my job.” Taecyeon rests his hands on Dongwoon’s knees. “And you, you broke the law, big time.” Taecyeon ignores Dongwoon’s grunts as he pushes a gag in the young man’s mouth.
“Not only are you openly gay, and support gay activities, but you encourage others to join in your illegal lifestyle with your dirty shithole of a place you call a bar.” Taecyeon stands up, placing his jacket over the back of his chair, and dragging it closer to where Dongwoon is sitting so they can speak eye to eye.
“I’ll make a deal with you though,” Taecyeon smiles as he rubs Dongwoon’s thigh. “If you give me two things I want, I will let you live out and about once again. But your bar will stay closed.”
Dongwoon growls and bites down on his gag as Taecyeon’s fingers get a little too close to areas he holds dear. Taecyeon chuckles and pulls out his badge from his pocket. “See this? Detective. No one is watching me right now. I could take out my gun and shoot you point blank, and no one would know. No one would care.”
Dongwoon looks away, grinding his teeth against the gag.
“Pretty boy, I know you want to see your sweet little friends again,” Taecyeon’s hand kneads at the front of Dongwoon’s pants. “So listen carefully. Alright?”
Dongwoon closes his eyes, fighting back the urge to break the cuffs and bleed this man dry.
“You’re going to have sex with me, and pretend you like it,” Taecyeon squeezes at the flesh under his grasp. “Or I will find your two friends from the bar and kill them both, then kill you.” He finally pulls off Dongwoon’s gag to hear his response.
“So what’s it gonna be, pretty boy?”
Dongwoon knows, deep down, if he doesn’t do it he will find them and kill them. He wishes he was strong enough to help Seunghyun and fight him off, but he’s not. Jiyong isn’t even one of them, so he would stand no chance at all. But on the other hand, maybe even if he sleeps with this cop they will all die.
Dongwoon spits a mouthful of blood in Taecyeon’s face. If he’s going down, he’s going down fighting.
Taecyeon takes out a handkerchief and wipes away the red liquid. “You know what, just for that, I’ll make it my duty to find those other punks and fuck them in front of your sorrowful eyes.
-------------------------------------------------------------
Seunghyun doesn’t know which station they took Dongwoon too, and he’s hidden somewhere well because he can’t sense the younger man’s life force at all. He needs to take in his best friend’s scent if he expects to ever find him.
Seunghyun climbs up the tree adjacent to Dongwoon’s apartment, breaking in through the balcony window.
The apartment is trashed; clothes thrown around, shattered glass all over the kitchen, cupboards pulled off the hinges. Everything that could be destroyed was. Seunghyun ignores the disturbing status of the apartment and picks up Dongwoon’s favorite shirt.
The smell is still present, to the point he can picture exactly where Dongwoon last wore it-the night when he met Jiyong at the bar. Seunghyun rubs against the soft cotton, imagining Dongwoon’s silky strands of hair and delicate fingers are the fabric pressed to his skin.
They’ve never been a day apart, and now this. He misses him so much he can almost hear his heart breaking in two. Seunghyun can’t think of a reason why he’s never thought of being with Dongwoon, other than the fact that he’s his best friend.
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Taecyeon grins, forcing his tongue into Dongwoon’s mouth. “It’s so easy for people to be gay.” He bites down on Dongwoon’s swollen lip, drawing blood. “Especially when they’re as delicious as you.” His eyes turn a bright red when the metal taste hits his tongue.
Dongwoon is suddenly much more frightened than he previously was; he’s one of them.
---to be continued
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