obsession ➢ jaeyong

十三

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"hurt people hurt people. hurt people, so lethal"

It was all sickeningly beautiful.

The way the red accented the dark walls of the dim room. The way the sound bounced down the hall as Taeyong let out another ear-piercing scream. The whip on his skin felt like a nightmare. It reminded him of the times Jaehyun would playfully hit him with his charger, then apologize and shower Taeyong with love. Mr. Jung wasn't Jaehyun. He didn't hit him then hug him, and if he even did Taeyong would know it was all an act.

Mr. Jung had a strong facade. On the outside, he was a stereotypical father, with the suit and the hair and the smile. But his mind was twisted, and his hands were tainted with blood. The only sane thoughts lied in the darkest corners of his mind, dormant. The dark thoughts were powerful enough to rise to the surface, and when triggered they exploded, like an active volcano. You couldn't get to close because you never knew when he would erupt, but yet, people dared to wander.

As Taeyong stood, tied to the wall, getting hit and whipped like a dog, he decided to wander. Wander into Mr. Jung's mind and find out why his thoughts controlled his actions.

"What happened?" He asked as he grimaced from getting hit once again.
Mr. Jung looked at him in confusion but didn't cease his whipping.

"Who left you?"

Mr. Jung glanced at Taeyong, his eyes harboring a deep sorrow, that was drawing Taeyong in. Taeyong felt like he was floating in shark infested water, and Mr. Jung was dangling a life preserver over his head. Tempting and teasing him, daring him to ask the questions he had swirling in his mind.

"No one has ever left me."

Taeyong stared down at the man in front of him. His mouth said one thing, but his eyes told the truth.

"Yes, someone has. Mrs. Jung?" The whip came down harder, unknowingly telling Taeyong he was right.

"Why did she leave? Is it because you controlled her, made her your slave?" No reaction.

"Did you hurt her like you hurt your own son?"

The whip snapped across Taeyong's now red face.

"I would never hurt her," Mr. Jung hissed, his eyes glaring into Taeyong's soul.

"Jaehyun reminds you of her, doesn't he?"

"He's a monster. A monster with her dumb smile." Mr. Jung softened for just a second, but Taeyong could sense the love for this mystery woman.

"I bet she would think you're a monster if she saw you now." Taeyong prodded the sensitive topic with eagerness.

He received no reply, except for the brutal hits he never stopped getting.

"That's probably why she left you. She saw the monster you truly are."

"Stop it," the man mumbled. A broken tone to his voice.

"She probably realized what a huge mistake she made. If she stayed you probably would have hurt her."

"Stop it," he said again, the broken tone only getting stronger.

"You have no one. Your own son chose me over you."

The whip was now replaced with the burly and calloused hands of a trained murderer.

"I don't want to kill you, Taeyong, but you're pushing it."

Taeyong looked him in the eyes, his fury just as strong. "I'd rather die than be with you."

"Well, I guess I'll have to keep you alive, just to torture you with my presence."

Taeyong did a mini victory dance in his head. Even though he was kidnapped and tortured, he would be safe long enough for Jaehyun to save him.

His face showed no hint of the emotions in his brain as he replied with a blunt, 'okay.'

The man huffed in annoyance, leaving Taeyong chained to the cold and stained wall, before leaving.  He slammed the door and Taeyong's confidence dropped. The cuts were open and bleeding, more than likely going to be infected soon, but his mind had shut down.

He was now drowning in his own thoughts, with no one to help him. 

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