[C1] Chained
Title: Chained - Prologue
Word Count: 1493
Rating: PG
Pairing: Junhyung/Hyunseung
Summary: Hyunseung has lost all sense of time. He has lost the hope and has buried the longing for freedom. What now?
A/N: I'm sorry for bringing out another series when I'm working on so many already BUT...TC has 2 ready chapters waiting to be posted (I'm not satisfied with them yet) and also 2 oneshots are waiting (with the same problem). I'm in a slump in that sense and as I had to choose something to post...I had to choose this. And the Cube concert was awesome *_________* I met some people from Livejournal and they were all so awesome *___________* (I hope I didn't look too pathetic >__<)
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His wrists hurt, they hurt because something was pressing down on them, was holding them in place and it hurt badly, like a paper-cut and Hyunseung knew they were bleeding - or rather, had been. They must’ve looked nasty, blue-yellowish at the parts trying to heal while the rope still scraped against the wounds harshly, way too harshly. All his muscles hurt, were tensed up and he knew he had been sitting for way too long.
He opened his eyes, wanting to close again and his eyelids felt heavy; his eyelashes seemed stuck but he had no energy to open them enough to separate. Numb pain pounding through his head made him unable to think straight as it was black before his eyes, small streak of light still reaching his senses which he wanted to defy as it also hurt and in all honestly, he wished all the pain to go away, just leave and he had never wished so much for a single pain-killer than now.
He groaned, then flinched, the pain from his wrists making him clench his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed as his head fell to the side. He moved his toes for a second, acknowledged they still existed and even moved his fingers lightly, very lightly not to cause any more.
Hyunseung laid limp for a while, monitoring his breaths and he felt how his throat hurt, it made him hard to swallow, it was like a torture and he felt the taste of blood when his tongue circled over his lower lip. He felt disgusted, he felt horrible as he remembered, things.
Not flashbacks, no memories but just pure physical feelings like how it stung, how it simply hurt, ached. He felt torn up, like his limbs weren’t his anymore, almost detached. His whole body burned and he knew the bruises were awful and swollen up.
But a squeak of a door caught now his attention, it made Hyunseung freeze up. He didn’t dare to move, not unnecessarily and his breaths became even more laboured, chest falling and rising the only signs that he was alive at all. Having no idea what to expect and who to meet with, just being blindly sitting there even though his eyes weren’t blindfolded, he thought it would be the best to not know, to just take what was coming and accept whatever that was coming.
But silence still covered the room, only light steps echoing from the walls.
“Hey beautiful,” The voice was deep, amused but still with that sign of strictness. This time the voice was different, it was too different with what he was used to, his ears were used to and his body was used to feel.
But he didn’t feel anything this time, didn’t receive that expected slap nor a punch to his stomach. He didn’t feel anything but a brush of air against his ear and an accepting hum. It made him want to lean away but the pain kept him fixed. It stung again and he still flinched, biting into his already bruised lip as he felt a thumb go along his cheekbone, then dragging on his jawbone and Hyunseung could do nothing but wait.
He hated waiting, had learned the hard way on how it ended and he knew the more time passed, the worse it was going to be.
“Such a pretty thing all tied up, what a shame.” The hand left his skin and Hyunseung felt the other’s presence, heard the light steps and the constant squeaks of the wooden floor made it known that he had walked around him, walked only one circle before Hyunseung felt a pain shoot through his thigh and he knew it had begun.
It had to begin and he had been expecting it anyway.
He always expected it because it was inevitable. It always came, without a fail and his brain couldn’t understand why it hadn’t happened before.
It hurt, but not because he was hit, not because a knife was dragged along his leg , not because he was almost totally out of breath as a hand was pressing down on his throat. It hurt but not because of any reasons before - it only hurt because he felt a weight on his thigh, bruised thigh, and the weight was of a person’s and Hyunseung could feel it was a person.
He dared to open his one eye slightly and he was taken back, seriously taken back when his gaze travelled upwards to meet with soft skin without any scars and Hyunseung was surprised because it was strange, very strange. He hadn’t expected, especially not those brown orbs because he hadn’t seen such in a long time, not since he was being held captive because everyone he met were rough, obviously seen a lot during their lives and they were people with many different aspects to their suspicious backgrounds.
But Hyunseung didn’t know if he liked the person before him more or not.
It was suspicious, to meet him so suddenly because he was too different. But being here, it only had to mean he wasn’t different, that he still had to be like all the people before him because if he was there, being good was never an option.
It was a thought that made too much sense.
“Oh, your eyes are quite big. I like them,” he said again, now his fingertip moving over his eyebrows and down from there along the bone and along the cheekbone once again.
Hyunseung could only glare, there was no other expression he had worn these past weeks. He had even forgotten how everything else was supposed to be. It still hurt, his thigh was being pressured and even though he was used to it, his facial muscles still at times contracted as the other moved, obviously knowing what he caused.
“What?” Hyunseung choked out, his both eyes closed again but he could swear the other was amused and it’s the first time that he thought the guy before him might be even worse, a lot worse. It was just a hunch, a feeling which he couldn’t brush off but he knew there had to be a catch.
Just had to.
“So, pretty boy, you want to get out?” He asked and it was a question that made Hyunseung open his eyes again, still only slightly as the light was still too bright and he didn’t even know if he could ever get used to it again. It seemed so unapproachable now.
“I’m Junhyung,” the other continued, “And I can’t really give you a choice because, well, you have none.” His voice really was amused and a smile occupied his face as he brushed Hyunseung’s hair out of his eyes. His touches were soft, gentle and Hyunseung knew something had to be up, that he was going to be brought to another place, even worse than this and he had never thought he’d admit that he wouldn’t want to leave this awful room.
But at least here he knew what to expect.
“No?” Junhyung shook his head, mimicking Hyunseung who had gathered just enough energy he had put into it. “Don’t want to leave, why not? I’m offering you a good deal here.” He stood up, making his way behind Hyunseung.
He clenched his eyes shut again as hands were placed on his shoulders. They lingered there for a brief moment before there was suddenly a voice beside his ear and he could feel warmth against his neck and could hear the whisper.
“I’m going to take you with me anyway.”
Suddenly Hyunseung had to yelp in pain. Ropes scraped against his wrists, against the wounds and if then he hadn’t been sure, then now it was certain it bled now, that the wounds had opened again.
“Oh my, I should apologize,” a voice came before Hyunseung felt the ropes to be removed and his hands fell limp beside him. He wasn’t sure if he should move, if he was allowed to move so he just sat there, waiting for the next words but he only heard the steps going further away, slowly but still certainly. Not knowing what to do, he dared to open his eyes again only to see Junhyung against the door, leaned on it with his arms crossed and head tilted to the side.
“Are you coming?”
He didn’t know if he should, had no idea if that’s what he was supposed to do and he knew he couldn’t probably even move but something, probably the memories and his brain telling him to escape, the survival instinct and the feeling that grass was always greener on the other side made him put in his effort. He tried to get up, he managed it even with difficulties and with a hiss that escaped from his lips.
He might’ve not remembered how standing felt but what he did know was the fear of the unknowing.
Word Count: 1493
Rating: PG
Pairing: Junhyung/Hyunseung
Summary: Hyunseung has lost all sense of time. He has lost the hope and has buried the longing for freedom. What now?
A/N: I'm sorry for bringing out another series when I'm working on so many already BUT...TC has 2 ready chapters waiting to be posted (I'm not satisfied with them yet) and also 2 oneshots are waiting (with the same problem). I'm in a slump in that sense and as I had to choose something to post...I had to choose this. And the Cube concert was awesome *_________* I met some people from Livejournal and they were all so awesome *___________* (I hope I didn't look too pathetic >__<)
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His wrists hurt, they hurt because something was pressing down on them, was holding them in place and it hurt badly, like a paper-cut and Hyunseung knew they were bleeding - or rather, had been. They must’ve looked nasty, blue-yellowish at the parts trying to heal while the rope still scraped against the wounds harshly, way too harshly. All his muscles hurt, were tensed up and he knew he had been sitting for way too long.
He opened his eyes, wanting to close again and his eyelids felt heavy; his eyelashes seemed stuck but he had no energy to open them enough to separate. Numb pain pounding through his head made him unable to think straight as it was black before his eyes, small streak of light still reaching his senses which he wanted to defy as it also hurt and in all honestly, he wished all the pain to go away, just leave and he had never wished so much for a single pain-killer than now.
He groaned, then flinched, the pain from his wrists making him clench his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed as his head fell to the side. He moved his toes for a second, acknowledged they still existed and even moved his fingers lightly, very lightly not to cause any more.
Hyunseung laid limp for a while, monitoring his breaths and he felt how his throat hurt, it made him hard to swallow, it was like a torture and he felt the taste of blood when his tongue circled over his lower lip. He felt disgusted, he felt horrible as he remembered, things.
Not flashbacks, no memories but just pure physical feelings like how it stung, how it simply hurt, ached. He felt torn up, like his limbs weren’t his anymore, almost detached. His whole body burned and he knew the bruises were awful and swollen up.
But a squeak of a door caught now his attention, it made Hyunseung freeze up. He didn’t dare to move, not unnecessarily and his breaths became even more laboured, chest falling and rising the only signs that he was alive at all. Having no idea what to expect and who to meet with, just being blindly sitting there even though his eyes weren’t blindfolded, he thought it would be the best to not know, to just take what was coming and accept whatever that was coming.
But silence still covered the room, only light steps echoing from the walls.
“Hey beautiful,” The voice was deep, amused but still with that sign of strictness. This time the voice was different, it was too different with what he was used to, his ears were used to and his body was used to feel.
But he didn’t feel anything this time, didn’t receive that expected slap nor a punch to his stomach. He didn’t feel anything but a brush of air against his ear and an accepting hum. It made him want to lean away but the pain kept him fixed. It stung again and he still flinched, biting into his already bruised lip as he felt a thumb go along his cheekbone, then dragging on his jawbone and Hyunseung could do nothing but wait.
He hated waiting, had learned the hard way on how it ended and he knew the more time passed, the worse it was going to be.
“Such a pretty thing all tied up, what a shame.” The hand left his skin and Hyunseung felt the other’s presence, heard the light steps and the constant squeaks of the wooden floor made it known that he had walked around him, walked only one circle before Hyunseung felt a pain shoot through his thigh and he knew it had begun.
It had to begin and he had been expecting it anyway.
He always expected it because it was inevitable. It always came, without a fail and his brain couldn’t understand why it hadn’t happened before.
It hurt, but not because he was hit, not because a knife was dragged along his leg , not because he was almost totally out of breath as a hand was pressing down on his throat. It hurt but not because of any reasons before - it only hurt because he felt a weight on his thigh, bruised thigh, and the weight was of a person’s and Hyunseung could feel it was a person.
He dared to open his one eye slightly and he was taken back, seriously taken back when his gaze travelled upwards to meet with soft skin without any scars and Hyunseung was surprised because it was strange, very strange. He hadn’t expected, especially not those brown orbs because he hadn’t seen such in a long time, not since he was being held captive because everyone he met were rough, obviously seen a lot during their lives and they were people with many different aspects to their suspicious backgrounds.
But Hyunseung didn’t know if he liked the person before him more or not.
It was suspicious, to meet him so suddenly because he was too different. But being here, it only had to mean he wasn’t different, that he still had to be like all the people before him because if he was there, being good was never an option.
It was a thought that made too much sense.
“Oh, your eyes are quite big. I like them,” he said again, now his fingertip moving over his eyebrows and down from there along the bone and along the cheekbone once again.
Hyunseung could only glare, there was no other expression he had worn these past weeks. He had even forgotten how everything else was supposed to be. It still hurt, his thigh was being pressured and even though he was used to it, his facial muscles still at times contracted as the other moved, obviously knowing what he caused.
“What?” Hyunseung choked out, his both eyes closed again but he could swear the other was amused and it’s the first time that he thought the guy before him might be even worse, a lot worse. It was just a hunch, a feeling which he couldn’t brush off but he knew there had to be a catch.
Just had to.
“So, pretty boy, you want to get out?” He asked and it was a question that made Hyunseung open his eyes again, still only slightly as the light was still too bright and he didn’t even know if he could ever get used to it again. It seemed so unapproachable now.
“I’m Junhyung,” the other continued, “And I can’t really give you a choice because, well, you have none.” His voice really was amused and a smile occupied his face as he brushed Hyunseung’s hair out of his eyes. His touches were soft, gentle and Hyunseung knew something had to be up, that he was going to be brought to another place, even worse than this and he had never thought he’d admit that he wouldn’t want to leave this awful room.
But at least here he knew what to expect.
“No?” Junhyung shook his head, mimicking Hyunseung who had gathered just enough energy he had put into it. “Don’t want to leave, why not? I’m offering you a good deal here.” He stood up, making his way behind Hyunseung.
He clenched his eyes shut again as hands were placed on his shoulders. They lingered there for a brief moment before there was suddenly a voice beside his ear and he could feel warmth against his neck and could hear the whisper.
“I’m going to take you with me anyway.”
Suddenly Hyunseung had to yelp in pain. Ropes scraped against his wrists, against the wounds and if then he hadn’t been sure, then now it was certain it bled now, that the wounds had opened again.
“Oh my, I should apologize,” a voice came before Hyunseung felt the ropes to be removed and his hands fell limp beside him. He wasn’t sure if he should move, if he was allowed to move so he just sat there, waiting for the next words but he only heard the steps going further away, slowly but still certainly. Not knowing what to do, he dared to open his eyes again only to see Junhyung against the door, leaned on it with his arms crossed and head tilted to the side.
“Are you coming?”
He didn’t know if he should, had no idea if that’s what he was supposed to do and he knew he couldn’t probably even move but something, probably the memories and his brain telling him to escape, the survival instinct and the feeling that grass was always greener on the other side made him put in his effort. He tried to get up, he managed it even with difficulties and with a hiss that escaped from his lips.
He might’ve not remembered how standing felt but what he did know was the fear of the unknowing.