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Somewhere between the fourth and fifth turn of the dial Yeosang fainted, coming to awareness with full body muscle spasms and a metallic taste in his mouth where he had bit his tongue at some point during the torture. Cracking his eyes open he watched san set the jumper cables back onto the table.
San turned the generator off before turning back to Yeosang, smiling when he noticed him awake again. He moves to stand in front of Yeosang once again, getting into his personal space, almost chest to chest.
San looks into Yeosang’s eyes before turning and addressing the minor family guards still in the room, “Clear out.” The guards all tense before one speaks up, “Sir, your father told us to stay here till he comes down to assess the situation.” At that San clenches his jaw for a moment, exhaling slowly through his nose, “Did I ask what my father told you? I gave you an order, follow it. Now.”
The guards in the room hesitated for a moment before filing out, San watching them go before turning his attention back to Yeosang. He smirked, eyeing Yeosang again, “Now for our little spy, what did my darling cousin Hongjoong send you to find out?” As he was talking San reached up and grabbed Yeosang’s jaw, making sure Yeosang was looking back at him.
Yeosang met San’s gaze with a fierce glare, “Fuck you.”
San smirked and dropped his hand, he reached blindly for the table and wrapped his fingers around the end of a baseball bat. “Oh no, no, that would be too easy wouldn’t it? That’s okay, I’ll have you talking soon.” As soon as the words left his mouth San swung his arm and hit Yeosang hard across his ribs with the bat. Yeosang grit his teeth and groaned before San used the blunt end of the bat to hit him in the middle of his abdomen, forcing the air out of Yeosang’s lungs.
“You know,” San said, pausing to tangle a hand in Yeosang’s hair, “I was going to kill you, what use do I have for my cousin’s head bodyguard?” San stops for a moment, thinking, “but, I’ve changed my mind, the more I torture you, the more interesting you become.”
San steps back from Yeosang again, tossing the bat onto the table. San slowly circles Yeosang, grabbing him by the back of his neck as he comes around his other side, he lets his other hand run over Yeosang’s body, squeezing and rubbing different spots. “You’re such a good pet for the major family, but let me tell you something, they won’t give a damn if I kill you right now.” San lets his hand trail farther, getting a handful of yeosang’s ass and squeezing.
Yeosang tried to shake off San’s hold, “Then do it! Just kill me already!” San just smiled and held Yeosang in place.
A new voice broke the tension between them, “What the hell are you doing?”
San turned to greet his father, “Appa-” he was cut off as his father hit him across the face, throwing him to the ground.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” San’s father hissed at him, standing over the cowering form of san, “Do you know what the fuck you’re doing?”
San tried to stand up straight and look at his father, his right cheek bright red and his lip split, “I’m doing what you told me to do.” As soon as the words left his mouth his father had a hand wrapped around his throat.
“What I told you to do? When did I ever tell you to do that?” San was gasping for air as his father tightened his grip on him, “Kidnapping Seonghwa’s brother? I just told you to make his job harder and keep an eye on him, not kidnap his family and make me look like an idiot who can’t control his son.” His dad released his grip on San and he all but collapsed into the floor, “Now I have to clean up the mess you made.” He pulled a gun from his waistband and tossed it to San, “Get rid of the bodyguard San, then pack your bags, you’re going to the safehouse till I fix this.”
With that San’s father turned and left the room, not even glancing at Yeosang.
After his father left San immediately kicked over a table as he let out a yell of frustration, he banged his hands against another table in the room before grabbing the gun and turning to Yeosang.
He immediately noticed that Yeosang looked too excited at the introduction of the gun, “don’t get too excited pet,” San sat down in a chair facing Yeosang, “I’m not killing you just yet, you’re just too damn fun.” There was sarcasm dripping off of every word. San dropped the gun and instead grabbed a phone off the table he didn’t knock over, “Let’s let dear Joongie know that you’re going to be taking some much needed vacation time from the major family.”
Yeosang realized that the phone San had picked up was his phone, and the person he was typing away to was more than likely his boss Hongjoong.
San dropped the phone back down on the table, clearly done pretending to be Yeosang, “Now let’s wait for your vacation to be approved.” With that, San got up and left the room.
After all of the stress the day had given him Yeosang was unable to will himself to stay conscious after the threat of San left the room.
He awoke several hours later tied up in a new room, the fuzzy feeling in his head told him that he had been drugged before he was moved.
Yeosang shook his head to clear it before trying to look around the new location. Instead of being tied up against a post, he’s now being held up by his hands on the far side of a furnished bedroom.
While he was still trying to come back to himself fully, San waltzed into the room followed by a fluffy siamese kitty, he set a bowl of food down for the cat next to the door. After he straightened back up he hummed, “Byeol, it seems I’ve forgotten to feed my other pet.” San turns and kicks the wench keeping Yeosang’s hands held above his head, releasing the tension and dropping Yeosang to the floor.
San reaches and grabs a metal bowl off the nightstand next to the bed before approaching Yeosang, setting the bowl in front of him. Inside it was porridge, Yeosand scoffed and pushed it away.
After watching him san knelt down and grabbed the back of Yeosang’s head, “You know, what you just did is considered wasting food.” With that, San shoved Yeosang’s face into the bowl, laughing as he did it. “Come on pet, eat.”
After several long seconds San lifted Yeosang’s head from the bowl, smiling down at him. “Yummy?” Yeosang spit in his face in response, San laughed again. “Fine.” He shoved Yeosang back down into the bowl, leaving him there for longer this time before removing his hand and going to sit on the bed.
The cat, Byeol, went to sit with him. “Get comfortable pet, we’re going to be here a while, and I have so much planned.”