Chapter Text
Third Person POV
Finally.
Finally, Sid had managed to work up the courage to confess his feelings for his best friend and bandmate, Chris.
He had been watching the percussionist for a while now, following him back home, taking pictures of him, and even sneaking into his house to steal a few small items and to watch him fall asleep. To put it in a few, simple words, Sid was obsessed with the other man.
His heart pounded in his ears as his face burned a bright red. He kept the small bouquet of flowers behind his back, quickly walking over to the rehearsal room, knowing that was where Chris currently was (with the help of a tracker he had braided into his hair one night he had snuck into his house).
Chris was practicing on his drums as always, not even noticing Sid's entrance to the room. He was so zoned in that he was unaware of anything that wasn't his music, just the way he usually was.
After quietly admiring and staring at the other man, Sid slowly walked into the room. Each step towards him made him feel even more nervous than he already was.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Maybe this was a terrible idea.
What if he screwed up their close friendship?
What if all of this effort to get close to him ended up useless?
His breath grew more shaky as he finally closed the distance, his hand trembling as he raised it. He hesitated, before ultimately tapping Chris' shoulder, attempting to get his attention.
Chris was caught off guard when he was tapped on the shoulder, and he whipped his head around to look to see who it was. He was confused for a second, wondering what the hell Sid would want, but that thought slowly vanished once he saw the flowers, realizing what this must be about.
"... hey, Sid," he said, his voice flat, "can we talk?"
Sid was feeling a rush of so many emotions he couldn't quite name as his gaze met with Chris'.
He soon snapped out of his 'trance', quickly nodded his head a little, confused and nervous on what exactly he wanted to talk about. His body shifted around slightly, his quivering hands still holding the gift he had got behind his back.
"I think I already have an idea of what this all is about," Chris said, his expression remaining neutral, "So I'm just gonna cut to the chase."
He set down his drumsticks and stood up, taking a few steps closer to Sid.
"You're confessing that you've got a thing for me, right?"
The DJ's eyes widened, the blush on his face only getting more intense.
"U-Uh, y-yeah..." He stammered out, his gaze flickering down to the ground as he felt the other approach him. He didn't even need to look up to know that he was being stared at.
Chris let out a small sigh, and he reached his hand up to Sid's chin, lifting it up to make him look right into his eyes.
"Look, Sid," he began, his tone serious, "I... well, I appreciate the gesture, I really do, and I know you probably have it bad for me, but..."
Chris paused for a second, as if hesitant to continue.
"Look, I'm not... interested in you. Not like that at least."
- - -
It felt like time had stopped.
Sid's heart felt like it had gotten stabbed multiple times with a knife at those few words.
He did his best to fight the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes, trying to ignore the rising feeling of sadness growing in his chest as he averted his gaze to the floor in shame and sorrow.
"... oh," he just mumbled, voice cracking a bit, and barely audible.
Chris' expression softened at the sound of Sid's shaky voice. He felt bad about hurting his feelings, but what other choice did he have? After all, he couldn't get into a relationship with someone he had no feelings towards, and besides, it wasn't like he hated Sid or anything.
"I'm... sorry to have to crush your heart like that, but," Chris started again, this time with a more gentle and caring tone. "You... You'll find someone out there that's right for you, trust me."
'No,' Sid wanted to say. 'There's nobody else I want more than you. You're my everything. I want you. I need you.'
And yet, he held his tongue and stayed silent, eyes still downcast at the ground.
The urge to act on his thoughts and do something drastic was getting stronger and stronger with each word that left the other man's mouth. The hand that held the delicate red and pale pink flowers started to slightly tighten its grip.
Chris' heart sank when he saw the obvious pain on Sid's face, and he let out another small sigh. A small pang of guilt went through him as he watched Sid silently struggle to fight back tears. He wanted to give him a comforting hug, and to assure him that everything would be fine... but he couldn't. Not when he just bluntly rejected him.
So instead, he tried to break the silence by reaching out to the flowers.
"... Those are beautiful, by the way. What exactly did you get?"
The smaller man didn't reply.
Instead, he suddenly turned to go hastily exit the room, roughly shoving the bouquet into Chris' chest.
And as the percussionist looked down, he'd find the few flowers, specifically dahlias, that Sid had gotten for him. They were a variety of reds and pinks— mainly dark reds and light pinks. They had also been somewhat messily tied together with a ribbon, likely showing that the other had made the gift himself.
Chris' eyes widened as he looked down at the bouquet now in his hands... his heart sinking even further when he saw the messily-done ribbon. Sid obviously put in a lot of time and effort to make this for him... just for it to all be for nothing...
But before he could even say anything, he saw Sid quickly turn and exit the room.
"W-Wait—!"
Chris instinctively tried to go after him, but to no avail. By the time he was outside the rehearsal room, Sid was already gone, seemingly vanished into thin air.
———
A few hours had passed.
Sid had been locked in his room for said hours, refusing to come out or talk to anyone. He had isolated himself, just taking the time to process his emotions and wonder what he did wrong. He had also taken the time to cry his heart out, making sure to somewhat try to do so quietly, sobbing into his pillow. He didn't need anyone to know how much this affected him.
Now, he just sat in the corner of his room, staring blankly at the opposite corner of his bedroom, staring right at the emptiness of the wall across from him.
—
Chris was worried sick.
Ever since the incident, Chris was concerned for Sid, but now, after a few hours of not knowing where he was at, his anxiety only worsened by the minute. He tried to think of somewhere, anywhere he would possibly be, but the options seemed endless. He considered asking the other members, but it wasn't his place to reveal Sid's secret.
With his mind racing and his heart on a hair trigger, Chris decided to at least try to approach Sid's room.
He knocked on the door, his knuckles making an uncomfortably loud sound as they came into contact with the wood.
"Hey, Sid? You in there? I... um, I wanted to talk to you."
Silence.
And then finally, Sid spoke, his voice sounding hoarse and quiet, both due to weeping an hour straight not too long ago.
"Go away..."
He didn't seem to want to talk to anyone right now, much less Chris.
Chris' heart tightened in his chest when he heard Sid's voice. God, he sounded so hurt...
But he couldn't just leave him alone, not like this at least.
"Please, Sid," he started, desperation seeping into his voice. "I... Just, let me in. Just for a minute, okay?"
"..."
Another long silence.
"... fine..."
The reluctant agreement was followed by the sound of faint shuffling, as well as some unintelligible murmurs from Sid as he moved around the room.
Eventually, the slight sound of the door being unlocked was heard.
Chris was both relieved and nervous when he heard the sounds of the door unlocking. He was glad that Sid was at least allowing him to speak to him, but with the DJ's mental state unknown, who knows what situation he might be getting himself into.
He took in a deep breath before he slowly pushed open the door and tentatively entered the room.
However, as he peered into the bedroom, there was no sign of his bandmate.
Chris' stomach dropped and he became more nervous when he didn't see or hear any sign of Sid.
"Sid?" he called out, slowly venturing further into the room as he tried to discern where he might've been.
Suddenly, he felt something jump and cling onto his back. A pair of legs held kept his arms to his body, keeping them from pushing the figure off him, while a hand went to keep his head still, and another hand going to forcefully hold a cloth over his nose and mouth.
He could smell a pleasant, almost faint, sweet odour filling his nose as he began to feel lightheaded and dizzy.
Chris let out a surprised gasp when he was suddenly attacked from behind. He frantically tried to struggle, doing his damn hardest to break free from the person's grip... which was proven to be quite strong.
He could hear his own panicked breathing as well as his heart's beating in his ears. Whatever the hell this person was doing, it surely wasn't good.
"L-Let go of me—" he demanded, his voice muffled from the cloth, and now beginning to slur a bit from the sweet scent.
The scent of the cloth was becoming more and more intense each passing second, the strong sweetness seeming to fill his lungs, and making his head feel even more lightheaded and clouded.
As a last ditch effort to break free, Chris struggled and twisted his body around as he tried to dislodge the person on his back, pushing and hitting the limbs of the attacker in the struggle... but the attempts became less and less coordinated as he began to lose consciousness, his movements slowly becoming more sluggish... and less desperate...
———
The slight feeling of someone brushing his hair from his face woke Chris up.
He slowly stirred awake, head a little groggy from being drugged, and his eyes adjusting to the bright lights, trying to focus on the figure that was seated on top of his lap.
Once he had fully regained his vision, he was shocked to see Sid straddling his lap, an oddly wide grin plastered on his face as he began to speak.
"Hey there... you're finally awake. I was getting worried, y'know..."
The other man still looked brokenhearted, eyes slightly red from crying, and tear stains on his face slightly glistening in the light. But he also looked... giddy, evident by the fact that he had a strange but caring and excited look in his eyes as he continued to brush away the strands from Chris' face.
Chris remained silent for a few moments, dazed and unable to process what was going on...
Until finally, realisation hit him like a truck.
He had been drugged, and if his current situation was anything to go by, by Sid.
All of the memories of their previous conversation came rushing back to him, and he suddenly had the horrifying realization that he was at the complete mercy of someone who was both obsessed and heartbroken with him.
He finally found his voice, and slowly spoke...
"... Sid...?"
The DJ grinned at him and tilted his head to the side.
"Yes?" He asked in an almost too-joyful fashion, the hand that was brushing his bandmate's hair moving to gently run a finger down the other's jawline.
Chris' heartbeat rapidly quickened at Sid's tone, and it worsened even more when he felt the touch on his face.
He tried to subtly shift his body around, attempting to try to get into a position to try to fight back or get away... but his wrists were tied behind the chair he was sitting in, tightly bound in what felt like rope tied into intricate knots.
He didn't want to imagine how much experience Sid had with tying someone up like this.
He swallowed, anxiety filling his chest.
"I... Why... Why are you doing this...?" Chris asked, his voice quiet and shaky, his body trembling slightly beneath the other man.
"I'm doing this for us," the smaller man replied, as if that was the most logical and normal thing to say. That smile was still on his face as he spoke. "This way, you'll realise that you do have feelings for me— that you love me. And then we can finally be together, like we were meant to be...~"
Chris' eyes widened and he froze at that statement.
So not only was Sid convinced that he was in love with him... but he also had some sort of delusional fantasy of them being "destined" to be together, the same way Chris was in a different world or lifetime.
He couldn't stop himself from letting out a nervous yet incredulous scoff at that. Was he being serious? Was he genuinely deluded enough to believe this was somehow going to lead to the two being in some kind of healthy relationship?
"You can't be serious..." he muttered, looking up at Sid as he tried to subtly struggle against the rope. "You... You expect me to fall in love with you through... What, torture? Kidnapping? Drugging me? That's insane, it's never going to work..."
Those words obviously affected Sid, his smile faltering a bit. But he soon forced it back up.
And suddenly, he began to laugh, his giggles echoing through the rest of the vacant and empty house they were in. The sound was an unnerving sound, sounding both maniacal and in emotional pain.
"Hehehee~" His laughter slowly began to calm down, soon coming to a stop.
"Don't say that, darling... I know you love me. I just need to..." He paused, leaning closer and trying to find the right word, "t-to... do something to make you realise it."
Chris' gut twisted as he listened, dread filling his body and his heart.
Sid was not only obsessed to an unhealthy degree, but was also delusional enough to believe that he was in love with him. And to make matters worse, he was also crazy enough to kidnap and tie him up in an attempt to 'prove it'.
It scared the percussionist a lot to think of what exactly he had planned.
His voice was shaky as he spoke.
"Sid... listen to me... You... You have the wrong idea... You're obsessed, you're not in love..."
The DJ leaned even closer, their chests now touching, able to feel one another's heartbeat now.
"Don't say that," he quietly said, voice low and somewhat teasing. "You have no idea what I'm feeling. So don't try to pretend you do."
Chris shivered at the feeling of Sid's chest on his, and he took in a quiet shaky breath as he struggled against the restraints again.
"Then... Then you don't know how I'm feeling!" He tried to protest, his voice still quite nervous and on edge. "We've.... We've been friends for years now, and not once have I developed any kind of romantic feelings towards you—"
SLAP
- - -
It took the percussionist a few seconds to realise he had been slapped across the face, a stinging sensation creeping up his cheek.
Sid was staring directly at him, smile completely gone from his face, and eyes shining with a serious look in them.
Chris' eyes widened when the harsh sound of the slap sounded out, followed soon by the sharp pain of the impact. He was taken by complete surprise, unable to do anything for a few moments as the sting and shock hit him.
He let out a small gasp, his heart quickening in fear as he looked back up at Sid.
"W-What—" he started, but was quickly interrupted by the DJ suddenly roughly grasping his jaw.
The corners of Sid's lips quivered to form a grin again, those eyes of his having that crazed, love-sick look Chris had never seen in them before.
"Shhh..." He creepily mumbled. He brought his free hand to gently trace the now-red skin on his cheek, as if the gesture was supposed to be comforting.
Chris went quiet and tensed up, heart beating even faster as Sid put a finger over the stinging spot on his face.
It was a bit ironic, the way he was gentle and loving, yet violent and controlling all at the same time.
His entire body began to shudder as the man on his lap started to play with his hair again, now gently running his fingers through it in an almost affectionate manner.
The silence rang out between them for a while, with Sid continuing to card his fingers through the other's hair and caress his cheek.
Then, rather abruptly, the faint sound of the doorbell being rung broke the quietude.
The turntablist turned his head at the sudden sound, before the smile on his face grew even more.
"Oh, that must the gift I got you..." He said. He started to get off Chris' lap.
That statement startled Chris, and he let out a confused and slightly fearful noise.
"W-What gift?" he asked, trying and failing to not let the anxiety in his voice show. The last thing he expected was for there to be more going on behind all of this.
He tried once more to get out of the chair, but the rope was tied too tightly, and all he got out of it was just more aching wrists.
In the midst of walking away, Sid turned his head to speak over his shoulder.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you— we're getting married!" He beamed, obviously elated, though it made him look like a lunatic.
And without even waiting for a response or reaction, he went to go exit the room, leaving Chris all by himself, tied to a chair in a place he didn't even know, with that new piece of information.