His eyes wandered from one point to another, scanning every detail of the bedroom. Even on his first day in this room, it looked better... warmer, more welcoming. The huge bed next to the window was empty. Kyungsoo had stored the pillows and the blanket. They would only be dust magnets, he'd thought. At that time, he couldn't imagine he would be locked up in this damned room again. Kyungsoo hadn't been in here since he had "moved in" with Jongin. That meant since they both had begun to share Jongin's room. Until now Kyungsoo hadn't realized what a great job he did, moving all his stuff. Not even one of his belongings was left, neither a plant on the windowsill nor a book on the nightstand. This room was how it was supposed to be. Empty. Abandoned.

Kyungsoo shivered as he slowly felt the cold floor. He made his way to the bed. Laying down, he curled up into a ball with both arms under his head. The young man tried his best to ignore the cold, trying to make himself comfortable. At least, as comfortable as he could without blanket and pillow. His body temperature dropped as he finally fell asleep until the lack of warmth ripped him out of his sleep again. And that repeated over and over again that night, making it impossible for Kyungsoo to rest.

When the sun rose and the first morning lights found their way through the curtains, Kyungsoo was glad the night was over. Staring at the door – waiting, wishing for it to open – he had lost track of time. His eyes were open. He saw everything and yet, it felt like he was in a coma. He sensed everything around him without being able to move. Yet, as the door handle was pressed down, Kyungsoo gathered all the energy that was left in his body to sit up.

"Jongin," he called. To his disappointment, the person entering the room was someone else.

"Jungkook," he corrected himself.

"Where's Jongin?" Kyungsoo added. It was rare for him to skip the greeting for he had been raised differently by his parents. "Manners were what set us apart from animals", that was what his mother constantly told him.

"I don't know. He's left very early." The young bodyguard answered, bowing down to place the breakfast he has carrying on the nightstand, bircher muesli and fruit salad, Kyungsoo's favourite breakfast.

"You should eat something. You haven't eaten anything since last night." Jungkook added and he was right. Kyungsoo hadn't noticed the stomach cramps he was having. Considering his life was falling apart, a missed meal might be the littlest problem he had right now.

"Thank you," Kyungsoo replied. Nodded, Jungkook turned around to leave.

"Wait," called Kyungsoo.

"I'm sorry. I can't let you out," interrupted Jungkook as if he could read Kyungsoo's mind.

Kyungsoo sighed. He knew Jungkook was his only hope to get out of this mess, but he didn't want to cause any trouble for the young guard. What would Jongin do to Jungkook, if Kyungsoo suddenly disappear? Kyungsoo wanted to punch himself hard. He kept being a burden for the people around him. He was a mess. Despite being around gangsters, criminals and maybe even killers, he was still the most twisted one.

"Here. It's cold, isn't it?" Taking off his suit jacket, Jungkook handed it to Kyungsoo. The young guard couldn't help but notice Kyungsoo's thin pyjama and his bare feet. He wasn't trained to take care of the people he was protecting, not in this way. Thus, he wasn't sure if what he did was appropriate. He simply didn't want Kyungsoo to freeze.

"Thank you," Kyungsoo repeated.

"Baekhyun or whatever your name is, if I may give you an advice," Jungkook said, "the boss... give him what he wants, whatever it is." And with that the young guard disappeared, closing the door behind him.

----- >> << -----

It was already afternoon when Jongin arrived. It had become a habit that the first thing Jongin wanted to do once he got home was to see Kyungsoo. The smaller's smile as he greeted him, his hugs... his kisses. Kyungsoo acted like a puppy when it saw his human coming home from work. And Jongin missed that. Kyungsoo would not be happy to see him now, but that wasn't something he should care about, Jongin told himself.

Jongin walked upstairs. Jungkook, still standing in front of Kyungsoo's room, bowed as soon as he saw his boss. Jongin immediately noticed Jungkook wasn't wearing his jacket for he had never seen the younger being dressed so casually. Thus, as he entered the room, Jongin wasn't surprised to see Kyungsoo having a black jacket over his shoulder, covering himself. Kyungsoo had leaned his head on the wall. His arms were under the thin jacket. Kyungsoo had fallen asleep sitting.

Coming closer, Jongin couldn't keep his eyes off Kyungsoo's face. Those lips, that nose, even his eyebrows, Kyungsoo still looked the same as yesterday. Still, something had changed. This person in front of him felt like a stranger. It was as if Jongin was looking at an alien... or a clone... a creature that looked like the person he loved, but it wasn't.

As if the smaller could sense his presence, Kyungsoo slowly opened his eyes.

"Jongin," Kyungsoo called. That voice. The way this person said his name. That was almost enough to make him weak, almost. As much as he wanted to pull this human into his embrace, as much as he wanted to feel Kyungsoo's warmth against his skin, as much as he wanted to forgive, Jongin told himself to beware of this person. All his instincts were warning him, just like they had done when he'd seen Kyungsoo for the first time. He should have listened to them.

"I'm sorry," the smaller said as their eyes locked. Jongin was standing at the end of the bed. He was barely two steps away, yet he seemed too far away for Kyungsoo to reach.

"You have no idea how little I care about your apology," Jongin replied and Kyungsoo could immediately feel a stinging pain in his chest.

"I didn't want to lie to you. I really didn't." The smaller added.

"What you wanted doesn't mean a thing to me." Jongin's voice was full of disappointment. Kyungsoo could sense it. His lips parted as he breathed through his mouth. Kyungsoo knew it was something psychological, still it felt like the air in this damned room was out of oxygen.

"What can I do?" He asked, fighting the tears those were trying to build up in his eyes.

"The only thing you can do now is telling me everything I want to know. Otherwise I can't guarantee what'll happen to you." Jongin warned. The taller was distanced and unexpectedly calm. Kyungsoo should be thankful for that, but instead he would prefer Jongin to be angrier. He would prefer Jongin to scream at him. Jongin was so unconcerned; it was as if Kyungsoo hadn't meant a thing to him. And that was what scared Kyungsoo the most.

"What do you want to know?" The smaller asked.

"Who sent you?"

"No one. It was pure coincidence. I was brought to the wedding against my will, remember? Those men you sent to the airport mistook me for Byun Baekhyun." Kyungsoo explained, hoping for Jongin to believe him for he was telling the truth. Yet, he couldn't even blame Jongin, if the taller wouldn't trust him now.

"Am I supposed to believe that? Why haven't you said something? You were married to a stranger after all." Jongin raised his voice. The story Kyungsoo wanted him to believe was just ridiculous.

"I did tell those men I wasn't Byun Baekhyun. Ask them," argued the smaller.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"I was about to until you... don't you remember our first encounter? I was scared to death." Kyungsoo reminded Jongin of the first time they met. The gangster wasn't always a gentleman to his partner, he had to admit. Maybe Kyungsoo was right, between having Jongin's hand strangling his neck and being threatened by the gangster boss, the smaller hadn't had a chance to speak at all.

"And when we came closer? Why didn't you tell me then?"

By that, Kyungsoo sighed. How often had he asked himself the same question? Only if he had found an answer to that... an answer that was acceptable.

"I," Kyungsoo shuttered, "I couldn't. I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"Worked out well, huh?" Jongin mocked. Kyungsoo wanted to protect him from being hurt? Was that supposed to justify all the lies... the betrayal? Bullshit.

"I'm sorry," Kyungsoo whispered one more time. Everything that he could say now would be nothing but excuses. He shouldn't be talking himself out this mess that he had created on his own.

"Who are you? And where is the real Byun Baekhyun?" Jongin questioned as he finally moved closer until he stood right in front of Kyungsoo. The smaller couldn't make it to look at him again. This side of Kyungsoo, he hadn't seen it for a long time. And he hated it. Placing a finger under Kyungsoo's chin, Jongin lifted the smaller's head, locking their eyes again.

"Who are you?" He asked one more time, "where is the real Byun Baekhyun?"

Instead of an answer, Kyungsoo bit on his lower lip, looking away.

"Don't make me ask again, Ba...," Jongin interrupted himself, taking his hand off Kyungsoo. Calling this person by that name felt so wrong. Why hadn't he felt that before?

"I don't want to lie to you again," Kyungsoo murmured.

"What does that mean?" Jongin said through clenched teeth. Kyungsoo could feel the anger building up in Jongin. The veins on Jongin's neck were visible. Kyungsoo thought he could see the blood flowing in them.

"Don't make me lie to you," he begged, shaking his head.

"Do you think you can keep silent forever?" Jongin yelled. His hand clenched into a fist.

"Do what you want, I won't tell you." Kyungsoo made himself clear. He had enough of this play. He had enough of lying. He should just have shut his damned mouth instead of lying, acting like someone he wasn't.

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into." Jongin threatened and every part of Kyungsoo told him that Jongin meant it. And yet, the person he saw was still Jongin... the one he loved and the one he knew had loved him. Oh, he prayed he was right.

"I'm not afraid of you," Kyungsoo replied.

"You should," stated Jongin with confidence as he leaned closer, his hand that clenched into a fist moved towards Kyungsoo.

For a split second, the smaller flinched. He didn't lie. He wasn't afraid of Jongin. It was simply his reflex. It didn't take longer than a second for him to realise Jongin was reaching for the jacket that had fallen off from his shoulder.

"Jongin, please, let's talk" he called after the taller turned his back on him, heading to the door.

"About what? The only things I want to know is your real identity and where Byun Baekhyun is?" Jongin said.

"If that's not what you want to talk about, then I don't want to listen." And with that Jongin slammed the door, leaving Kyungsoo behind.

Passing by Jungkook as he left the room, Jongin stared at the young guard. Jungkook was well built. He had broad shoulders. And the colour of his pants matched the jacket Jongin was holding. For some reasons, those trivial things annoyed Jongin.

"If he escapes, I'll kill you," Jongin warned, throwing the black jacket at Jungkook.

"And get him a blanket," demanded the boss.

----- >> << -----

Despite the blanket and the pillow Jungkook gave him, Kyungsoo still had a hard time falling asleep. His body was dead tired, but his mind wouldn't stop overthinking. His eyelids had become so heavy, he couldn't keep his eyes open. Too bad, even with closed eyes his thoughts were still loud enough to keep him awake. The only comfort he had was the sound of the wind that was so steady, it was calming.

It was already after midnight as Kyungsoo fell asleep. Yet, one nightmare after another played with his mind. As he dreamed of being dragged into the water, not being able to breathe, his eyes flew open.

For a short moment, Kyungsoo thought he was still dreaming for what he saw was impossible. A shadow was on top of him. It leaned over, pressing him down. All his effort to break free was useless. His wrists were held down. A strong hand covered his mouth and his nose, making it impossible for him to breathe, even less screaming for help. Second by second the lack of air made it difficult for him to fight back until he felt the last strength leaving his body. His struggling stopped and his eyes slowly closed. Just a moment before he fainted, the wind blew through the window, moving the curtains for a second and allowing the moon to brighten the room. A second was enough for Kyungsoo to recognize the person on top of him.

"Jongin," he mumbled before his eyes shut close.

I know you guys will hate me for doing this to Soo, but save it for the next chapter. You'd hate me even more.