Time || YeonGyu AU✔

chapter 2

          The sound of the fist crashing into the bone kept breaking the silence in the environment, which was followed by painful groans escaping the victim's busted lips.

          The yellow-haired boy was sitting on the chair while his bruised hands were cuffed behind his back and crimson drops were leaking down his skin from his numerous wounds. A heavy feeling of oppression seemed to have crept upon his bloody face as he kept getting abused brutally by the devil businessman in front of him, who was trying desperately to make him spill everything, but Yeonjun wasn't saying a word, even after his face was already swimming in the dark red liquid and his wounds were aching infernally. Namjoon was cursing and hitting him furiously, but it seemed impossible to get the younger to speak. All he could earn from him were groans and hisses of great pain. That's why he finally forced himself to stop and think rationally instead, his sleeves were rolled up as his palms rested on the handles of the chair and he bowed his head while leaning towards the coughing boy with his body. His fingers were gripping the handles intensely and his eyes were closed tightly as he tried to take deep puffs of air and soothe his mind, his mouth letting out deep, heavy breaths in the process.

          "Listen", he told the boy in a calm voice, but even Yeonjun could notice the raging storm behind his composure as he barely heaved up his head.

          Their hateful eyes met when Namjoon straightened his head and looked into his teary and bloodshot orbs with a deep, piercing gaze, "I will find each of your men and torture them to death if you don't tell me where the papers are. Your bastard father couldn't destroy them like that. I know he kept them and I know they're with you, because if he somehow managed to let you know who was your family's murderer and why then I'm pretty sure he would also have managed to give the papers to you. Now, tell me. Spill everything, until I make you beg me to kill you"

          "You will never see me begging you for anything", Yeonjun answered confidently in a cold voice while staring bravely into his raging eyes and it took the older everything to not cut his throat with one simple motion of his hand.

          "Aren't you worried about your mates' lives?"

          "You couldn't find me for two years and it's obvious you won't also manage to find them even if you knock yourself out"

          The smirk, which flashed on the younger's face in a mocking manner, was making Namjoon lose his patience. A powerful agitation overcame him and he raised up his fist, which collided with Yeonjun's cheekbone in a second and made the chair fall backwards with a loud thump. A heavy groan of agony left the younger's lips when his head made contact with the ground and his arms got stuck painfully between the back of the chair and the floor. He went blind for some seconds and he didn't even have any energy to blink the darkness away. He could even barely open his red-rimmed eyes. He couldn't help but feel loath which was floating in his heart, striking his walls with forceful waves. He was terribly dizzy, his lungs feeling extremely heavy, and every part of his frame felt too weak and painful, but you wouldn't see him showing it to the devil above him as he kept struggling to conceal his pain.

          "You know what?", Namjoon said with an evil chuckle as he leaned down to the boy and stared down at him with victorious eyes, "Someone warned me that you were going to attack me to take revenge on me for your parents' death and that's exactly why I managed to defeat you and lock you up here. Don't you think that the person could be a member of your team, huh? I'm pretty sure he is and he maybe even will tell me where the formulas are if I find him"

          His words caused unpleasant chills to appear in the younger's body and a quick, burning flame leapt in his heart. Cold sweet of a gnawing nervousness formed on his forehead and he became completely ruffled by the doubt. There were three people in his team besides him and he had known all of them ever since his childhood. Even though it was the most logical explanation of the situation, he still couldn't believe that any of his teammates would ever cheat on him. He trusted them more than himself and whatever Namjoon was saying was impossible even though that idea still managed to put heaviness and some fear into his chest.

          "Thanks for appearing in my life, Choi Yeonjun. Now I know I have a chance to get back my formulas"

          "Those formulas are mine and not yours!", Yeonjun growled like an animal as he shot daggers into the older's mocking eyes, he was even short of breath because of anger which was pulsing in his veins.

          "Blame it on your avarious lecturer that sold those papers to the scientist who happened to be my close friend"

          "I'll make sure to settle accounts with you for this", Yeonjun threatened even though he knew he wasn't in a proper position for this at the moment, "I'll manage to get out of here and then you'll have to pray for your life because I'll make you pay for every single drop of my parents' blood. You won't get away with it that easily"

          His threats made Namjoon laugh maniacally, mocking the male who was on the edge of exploding from his rage which wasn't even letting him take oxygen into his lungs normally and he would let out weak coughs occasionally, "How many years old are you, Yeonjun? 23 right? I'm sorry to let you know that you will never turn 24 if you don't decide to give me the formulas as soon as possible. I'm giving you only one day. Tomorrow night, I'll come back and If I don't get what I want, I'll release you, but with a bullet in your head", he stated mockingly as he knocked on the boy's forehead with the tip of his finger and Yeonjun growled his hand away at once, "Then I'll make sure to find your mates and force them to give me back whatever is mine"

          Yeonjun couldn't say anything, because Namjoon had every right to think that he would win against him, but Yeonjun knew that even if he gave those formulas to him, Namjoon would never leave him alone, he would still kill him and the others too. That was exactly why his father also refused to obey him and give him what he wanted in the past because he and his wife were doomed in every way.

          "Seokjin!", Namjoon called as soon as he opened the door and the brown-haired male appeared in his sight in a split second, "Take him to his room and make sure our men will teach him a good lesson"

          Seokjin just tapped his boyfriend's shoulder, giving him a small smile before walking inside the room. His eyes sharpened and grew stern at the sight of the yellow-haired boy who was still on the floor with his chair, his body shaking as he kept coughing intensely. He was barely managing to catch his breath as Seokjin got closer to him and straightened his chair with a swift motion of his hands. He walked behind him and unlocked his handcuffs before grabbing his hands and cuffing them in front of his body this time. Yeonjun didn't have any strength to fight him and protect himself as the older made him stand up forcefully and dragged him to another room, where two guards were standing and Yeonjun already knew that something even worse than hell was waiting ahead of him.

          "Your boss said to teach him a good lesson", Seokjin repeated Namjoon's words firmly and the guards nodded their heads at once in obedience.

          Yeonjun tried to push them away with growls when they got to him and dragged him further into the room. His body met the harsh floor painfully when one of them punched him in the jaw while another one walked towards the other corner of the room and got two iron rods.

          Yeonjun was leaning with his tied hands against the floor, desperately trying to bear the pain and get himself on his feet, but all the hope was gone when he heard an evil and enthusiastic chuckle of the guard above him and then he felt destroying twinge in his ribs.

          A cry of anguish echoed throughout the room as the great pain swept over him and he slumped against the floor with the whole weight of his body. He curled up into a small ball and squeezed his hair with his both fists desperately, his teeth harshly sinking into his already bruised bottom lip to hold himself back from making any sound of pain, but the severe torture still managed to break his solidity and turn it into tiny pieces of ice. A series of blood-curdling screams kept deafening the atmosphere like a death bell as iron rods kept crashing into his bones. He couldn't handle it, but he still wasn't begging them to stop, even when his eyes started making a river on the floor underneath him.

          It was feeling like his ribs were shattering and getting stuck in his lungs which was leaving him out of breath. They didn't stop until he was on the edge of fainting from pain and they locked him up in a huge cage afterwards. His face was completely colourless as he sat in his cage, leaning against the bars with his shoulder and the side of his head. He was gasping for air and coughing blood as his frame kept shaking horribly from the intense pain and he was trying his best to choke down his sobs. His eyes, drenched in the pool of tears, were closing even though he wanted to stay awake, but the dreadful pain did its job and finally made him lose consciousness, leaving his fragile and abused body in the gloom of darkness.