✯ dungeon

@l taeyong taeyong hardly had a deathly grip on hyunjin's neck but the boy still felt as though he couldn't breathe, years of buried fear and arousal suddenly springing up like a well of overflowing water. this all seemed so familiar, like time hadn't even passed since the day they first met. the other's words were haunting then and even now, the questions being asked as if he already knew the answers. taunting him. mocking him. seducing him.

"l-leave me alone,," he stammered, hands reaching up to grip onto the other's arm, wanting to tug him off. he couldn't be seen here. what if his sister came back down? what if people began to recognize him? everything he had built, his new life, it would all fall apart. "you already had your fun ,,"

he wanted to run but his legs felt like putty, wondering if he'd crumble to the ground if taeyong released his grip around the younger's throat.

why? why did he have to come back into his life like this? why was he able to read him like an open book, poking and prodding at every single one of hyunjin's insecurities and deepest secrets that he'd struggled to hide. hyunjin knew. he knew that no matter how hard he tried to pretend to be normal, he was far from it. he'd been messed up too much, too many times, to ever go back to being pure.

"i'm sure you have other playthings so please," he gave taeyong's arm a weak tug. "let me go,,"

@h hyunjin the critical brow raised at hyunjin's growl was enough of a doubt taeyong needed to show on how much he didn't believe a single word the boy uttered. "you say that, but let's be honest. you around more than you would admit, don't you? you say you hate it, but deep down you know you like it." a smirk adorned his lips as he continued to sneer, "you can lie all you want, but your body knows you better."

the pathetic pleas and begs for a stop drummed taeyong's veins, a satisfied hum emitting from his throat as he leaned back enough to face hyunjin now, sliding his hand from the boy's niddick to instead grip his chin, staring him down. he locked gaze with the male, eyes unwavering and dark, filled with boundless sadism and insanity, a blood-thirsty glint in his orbs as if a predator hungry for blood. the hunter in him wanted so badly to break the boy further before him, a coiling heat deep in him as if basking in the pleasure of the fear and utter despair others experience.

"stop what, baby? i haven't even done anything," cooed taeyong with a chuckle, hands fluttering down to his throat to grip it. pressure to remind the man of his predicament, but not enough to choke him. "were you expecting something bad to happen? what exactly were you anticipating? perhaps you're asking for something?"

every syllable dripping from his tongue was laced with saccharine poison, sounding so sweet but being so savage. "you beg as if you want something. i wonder what could it be?"

@l taeyong the look of horror in his eyes dissipate, slowly replaced with anger as he shoots the male in front of him a sharp glare. he harbored so many inexplicable emotions towards taeyong, he couldn't even begin to unpack them. "d don't with me," he managed to growl out, hating himself for even stuttering like a fool. "i don't do that anymore ,, i'll never do it again ,,"

oh how he wished he could cleanse his body of his old sins, but ever since he had left the dreaded lifestyle, he found that his body would crave being held on even the best nights. something had happened to him and lee taeyong was to blame. he was the beginnings of hyunjin's personal hell and now, he was back.

with a sharp gasp, he stumbled forward as he was tugged over, flinching with a wince from the way the other's breath tickled his skin. he had been doing so well, he thought. he ran away, got his revenge on several of his pursuers, found a job, made a decent wage. even despite the times he gave into his own lust, he decided that he was much happier than back then. and now, as taeyong's words seemed to unlock something in him that he had tried so hard to bury away, all of his efforts seemed wasted.

"stop," he breathed out his plea, trying to shove the other away. "please,,"

@h hyunjin the look of pure horror on the male's face — oh, how he loves it! that moment when all they knew was to tremble in fear, just from being in his mere presence. the pride that swelled within his chest at the sight, the knowledge of being able to inflict so much terror into a human body, the fire fueling his veins and making his heart beat faster in excitement.

hell yes, he was glad to be back!

"aww, is that so?" taeyong crooned cruelly, lips puckered in feign sadness as he quizzed, "are you that unexcited to see me? i am hurt, /baby/."

he took bold steps towards the male, casually glancing up at the building he was standing in front of, laughing in sardonic amusement. "yet, with each denial you claim, here you are. did you miss your life that much? that you had to come scrambling back here for another taste of that sinful pleasure?"

the smirk morphed into a full blown wicked grin as he stopped in front of the male, grabbing his nape so he couldn't escape anywhere, tugging him forward harshly, lips near his ear as he mused, "admit it, you're in love with it. the pain and pleasure you feel, you love every second of it. that's how filthy you really are, isn't it, baby?"

@l taeyong if it weren't for the tap on his shoulder, hyunjin would have drowned in his memories. the minute he turned around, he decided that drowning would be a much happier fate than what stood in front of him. perhaps it was even happening right now. it was like there was a weight pressing down on his chest, making it difficult to breathe as he stared at the face in front of him. sure, it had been years since he had last seen it but there was no forgetting those eyes. that smirk. his voice.

"y- you,,"

he could barely manage to breathe the word out, wanting nothing more than to take a step back and then run off like the coward he had always been. of all the people in the world, taeyong was the last person he wanted to run into again. no amount of time could get rid of the scars he had left on the poor boy and hyunjin could feel himself trembling just by being in his presence.

his mind flashed back to the times they had spent together, finally willing himself to stumble backwards. "g-get away from me ,, you're ,, you're supposed to be in jail."

@h hyunjin It was refreshing to be out of jail finally. It wasn’t as if he had committed the crime they accused him of, so to have escaped from that hellhole was pure relief for the mafia boss. He was more than ready to get back on his feet in trampling over puny humans and their lives.

Passing by the dungeon, he noticed a figure standing not far from it. Normally, he wouldn’t bother about such insignificant individuals. However, just from the appearance of his back as he passed him by, he recalled someone familiar.

Curiosity piqued, he approached the male and tapped his shoulder, waiting for the man to turn around and face him. Upon having a good glance at his countenance, a look of surprise plastered across his features, before transforming into a wicked smirk. A condescending chuckle left the mafia boss’ lips as he mused, “Well, won’t you look at that? It’s been so long since the last time I’ve seen you, hasn’t it?”

[ OPEN STARTER ]

he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

it was rare for him to be out at this hour but he had been craving some snacks after working so his feet naturally moved towards the convenience store. what he didn't expect was the sight of his sister, snuggled up against the hold of a strange man. he had promised her that he would keep out of her life, to let her have the freedom she seemed to have been craving, but he couldn't help it. his brotherly instincts had kicked in and he soon found himself following her into a horrifyingly familiar building.

he froze, losing sight of his sister as he stood at the door, memories flooding his mind as his body tensed up. he remembered that room. the chains, the men, the pain. worst of all, the pleasure.

despite how badly he wanted to turn and run, to escape this past that never seemed to leave him alone, he couldn't move.