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Seven had fallen asleep not too long after Yoosung’s leaving. He was woken up several times over the course of several hours. He constantly checked the clock, figuring out he only slept for an hour and 30 minutes at a time. Due to his job and the reasonability he had to the group. Work dominated his life plus with his racing mind he was never able to get a good amount of sleep. Half a day had past now. Seven’s bones were stiff and his joints locked. He couldn’t hear much. Every now and again he would hear ( what he assumed) to be the front door close. He would mumble slight calculations of anything. The time between how long he could blink, breath, wiggle his toes, prime numbers, square roots, a complete computer program may even leave his lips. It was only when his stomach started to growl, the panic returned. Pulled his arms, flaring them as much as he could in an attempt to loosen the straps. He could see the right knot start to become loses. Luciel’s right hand lightly touched the knot. Curling his index finger into a hook he swung it slightly until it caught hold of the bow. Pulling at the whole the rope started to drop. With that arm free, he left out a small woo, before quickly getting to work on his left wrist.
The bed continued to rattle just enough from his own excitement that one leg of the table hit the nightstand. The glass fell over. Broke.
The loud sound caused his body to freeze in horror. Seven turned his head to the side, taking a quick second to look at the wet glass crystal mess on the floor. Seven figured that the sound could have alarmed Yoosung. His head ripped up to see the boy standing before him. In a small gasp, he let out all the air he didn’t know he was holding in.
Yoosung’s face held no emotion. Wide purple iris started. Seven could break eye contact. He feared that if he did Yoosung would break, break apart into something much more dangerous. It was as if the yellow meeting the purple stopped time and the only thing existing were them. It would have been romantic if not for the conditions. For 2 minutes they stayed like that. The false blond moved suddenly causing Luciel to flinch. He bent down picking up a small piece of glass. Holding it to his face so he could see Seven’s reflection. A sweet smile graced his face. “Seven that wasn’t every considerate of you. Rika brought that glass for me. Do you remember? When we all went to that dumb furniture store. So we could find glassware for those stupid parties? She said. She said that there was only one glass left and I could have it.”
Yoosung eyes shined. “She would always congratulate me on anything. Ha. Remember that small little party she did for me when I became class president. You weren't there?”
Seven’s hand balled into a fist. He did nothing but stare at the small paper bag in Yoosung’s other hand.
“If it was V you would be there” he pouted. “ I want you to know something Seven O Seven. You are not in the position to do anything foolish!” Not a minute passed before Yoosung clawed onto the bed, sat on Seven’s chest and pulled his free arm back to the headboard. He held it there with surprising strength. Yoosung untied the other arm before cuffing the two body parts together to the headboard.
Seven didn’t try to stop it. At the moment Seven was in no position to try anything. He was weak from hunger and could barely see. Yoosungs hands lovingly ran down his arms. His captor let out a contempt sigh. Feeling on his chest, massaging his neck. One hand rested on his cheek while the other traced the outline of his lips. Yoosung purred when his thumb accidentally dipped into Seven’s mouth. “Don’t look at me like that, honey. I got you food!”
He reached over the bed, pulling out a wrapped spice cake. “There was a small party in one of my classes today.” Yoosung started to explain. He went on for awhile, just talking about the decor, food, and people. By the time he pulled out the fork Seven was done listening. In fact, Seven didn’t know why he was listening from the start. Despite the growing amount of anger, hurt that bubbled in his chest with each passing minute, he still forced himself to listen. Perhaps, it was the thought that Yoosung may spill why he’s doing this to him. Seven needed something, anything he could grab onto in Yoosung’s little rant. Something to explain the younger’s action but there was nothing. The blonde acted as if Luciel wasn’t tied to the bed.
Mr.Kim shoved fork full after fork full in front of Seven who gladly ate. Purple eyes focused on the red heads lips, closely. Keeping track of each and every single time Seven would get frosting on his lips or check. The kidnapper would smile softly, titled his head to the side, and signal to Seven that he had someone his face. The eyes would then focus on the salmon tongue that would reach to lap up the sweet substance. I was like Yoosung was treating Seven like a personal baby doll.
“You haven’t spoken to me this whole time. Why? Do you have questions about, bout, my day, food and drink schedule, the living arrangements?”
There was a 6 second minute pause between each question? The captive choose to count seconds instead of responding.
“The others are worried about you. I’M WORRIED about you. Zen especially. V has yet to ask about you. I mean, to my knowledge. I wouldn’t count on it, though” Yoosung said as he packed up, “ He could have called you, but I know he hasn’t been on the app. Soo.” Pulling out a small syringe, he flicked the need of the needle getting out any air bubbles. “He lovingly cleaned Seven’s arm before sticking it with the needle. A clear liquid slowly flowed in. “OH! Also, were having soup tonight. I’m making.” Yoosung’s caring eyes were the last things seen.
It must have been at least a week if Seven’s time was correct. You would think that one would only need a clock to tell when the days past, but you’ll never know how hard it is till you have to do it. He sleeps most of his time away. Usually, its Yoosung who’ll wake him up to feed him, bath him, or just to talk to him. Seven was beyond done with Yoosung and all his bullshit but spending time with the devil was better than being alone. It was uncanny how Yoosung would just change moods. He went from motherly to best friend, to creepy stalker easily. There was this one time when the boy came to him carrying a laptop. He played LOLOL and allowed Seven to watch. Yoosung joked, laughing and smiling at the screen and Luciel as if nothing had happened. When he lost a battle however he would click out of the game, instantly start tearing up about how they didn’t speak anymore. ‘I know you’re mad at me, but really this isn’t only my fault!’
It was about twelve o’clock midnight when Seven found Yoosung sitting on his chest. Half undressed. They only thing covering the gamer was Seven’s old jacket. He could see the male’s bear, slightly red love handles. He didn’t need to look down any further, for he could feel the stiff member poking his stomach. Yoosung’s shaking hands unbuttoned the captors top. They both refused to make eye contact. Seven because of anger mixed with fear. Yoosung because of coyness. “This will be my first time with a guy, an actual guy, please be gentle.” The blonde whispered.
When he went down on the man and began unwanted fellatio, everything part of his body became too sensitive. Seven could feel everything he didn’t want to. He turned his head, noticed an empty pill bottle. Tears spilled out, his nose leaked, and spat incoherent sentences of ‘stop’, ‘you don’t have to do this, it is not too late’, ‘once you do this we can’t go back’. It all fell on deaf ears. Yoosung forced Seven to penetrate him. Both of their moans were of pain but Yoosung’s quickly turned to pleasure.
Seven cried and cursed Yoosung as the other slept on top of him.
Seven stopped counting time. It's been too long. Too many things had happened.Since the first sexual encounter, Seven couldn’t stop noticing things about Yoosung, it made him sick. The way the boy smelled, smiled. It wasn’t long until Seven started to play along. His heart was never into, but it was better than just laying there. Each day ended with the same exchange.
“When can I die?” asked Luciel.
“When I do” respond Yoosung.
It must have been a year when Yoosung told him the day of death was coming. Yoosung said something about being found out, while in the middle of a LOLOL game. Tears were streaming down his face. But suddenly an email popped up on the laptop screen.
It was about something called ‘Mint Eye.’ Yoosung wouldn't let him read.
“I know where we can go.”