☠ Venomous Cure ∥ Yeonbin [㊡]

Chapter 3

Yeonjun almost rolled his eyes when he found himself sitting in that same spot, in that same dusty dark room. Well, subconsciously at least.

Ah shit, here we go again, Yeonjun thought tiredly as he waited for the man in the shadows to come out and do the torturing. At this point, he had this dream so many times he can almost memories what was going to happen next vividly.

One, two, three steps, talking then-

Yeonjun's vision turned dark, as one small illuminated bulb hanging above him blinked out. It felt like only a few seconds but when he blinked, the room was filled with light and his gaze was fixated at his own thighs.

Huh, Yeonjun thought funnily, this is new. He felt groggy and stiff as if he had been in deep sleep for the past few minutes. He lazily roamed his eyes around, nonexistent pricks of pain dancing over his skin as a tangle of red and blue wires slithered around his ankles. He tried to look up but couldn't even muster enough strength to talk or move an inch.

His ears were ringing but he could hear the sound of the door slamming open again. Footstops hurrying everywhere.

Cmon what's going on, Yeonjun chided himself as he tried to raise his head again to take the situation in. A body came into view.

Yeonjun gasped. No, not a dead one since the chest of the fallen body was rising and falling steadily. Yeonjun's consciousness was slowly trickling back into him. It felt like he was suddenly at that place, sitting on that cold chair and staring down first hand at the figure. He felt weird. 

A boy, just like him laid in front of him, hands bound and mouth taped. His eyes were covered by his slightly long black hair and face turned away from Yeonjun.

A sharp pang in his heart jolted Yeonjun who shot forward involuntarily, mouth open but no words coming out.

I know him, I know him, who is that, Yeonjun gritted his teeth, metal clanging as he struggling weakly.

Then a burning sensation through his body. Flashes of white appeared and took over his vision. Yet he leaned forward, trying his very best to get nearer to the other person, as if there was this strong pull of attraction from his muscles. 

It, Yeonjun felt the grit of his throat as he screamed, it hurts. 

Tears flowed. 

Mixed with pain, and sorrow. 

"Hey, wake up. Wake up!"

It wasn't the sound but the physical shaking that pulled the boy out fro his sleep. 

Yeonjun opened his eyes again, expecting to be in that room but the interior of their moving car greeted him. Soobin's hands were on his shoulders and worried eyes all over, but the moment Yeonjun's attention went on him, Soobin let go quite aggressively. leaned back and coughed.

"Nightmares again?" he asked in that stotic voice, which went unnoticed as Yeonjun ruffled his hair out of his eyes. 

"What?" Yeonjun asked, still pretty dazed. That was a nightmare?