Jin's POV:

"Is this... Me?" I panicked, steadily guiding my shaking hands to touch my face.

If my vision was gone, leaving nothing but two lifeless sockets that were completely hallow from within, then why could I still see?

"I don't understand, what's happening to me?" I felt a shadow run past me. My skin rose up with goosebumps that were my body from head to toe as I looked around the white room, attempting to find the shadow.

"Namjoon! Stop running from me, please!" I chased after Namjoon until I held his waist from behind, caging him in my arms.

"We'll be okay. Please, stay with me... Don't go." His head tilted sideways to face me.

"Don't worry,  I'm not going anywhere, baby boy," I immediately backed away, once I noticed that the shadow had been Mister Jang the entire time. When I attempted to run away, my legs weakened.

Each step I would take, I felt as if I had lead inside of my blood, because I couldn't move at all.

"Come here. You and I have some unfinished business, handsome." Mister Jang held my wrist, throwing it above his neck, then he bend over to grab me from underneath.

He picked me up and carried me away from the white room. Suddenly, everything went dark again, we ended up in a creepy room, with loud music blasting out from inside of it.

I squirmed around in Mister Jang's arms, attempting to free myself from his grip.

Eventually, I fell on the floor, and made a run for the exit, only to find out that it was locked and I was unable to leave.

"HELP!! Someone, help me!! Namjoon!! NAMJOON!" A loud cackle echoed from the room.

I turned around to face Mister Jang with anger.

"Leave me alone, you sick bastard! Haven't you caused me enough harm?!" I exclaimed, punching his chest.

He grossly pecked me on the lips.

"But if you leave now, you'll miss the show!"

"What show?" I frowned, feeling my eyes get glossier when hearing each word that would come out of Mister Jang's mouth.

I suddenly dropped to my knees, crying when I saw Namjoon was chained up to the bed.

His clothes were gone, and he was completely clueless as to where he even was.

"Namjoon!!" I called out his name in hopes of him reacting to my voice, but unfortunately
he never responded once. He appeared to be drugged.

"You wouldn't mind if I steal him for a while, would you, now?" Mister Jang grinned, stroking Namjoon's hair.

"DON'T LAY A HAND ON HIM!! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!" I had enough and ran over to snatch Namjoon away from Mister Jang, but he pulled something out of his pocket and immediately stopped me from getting a step closer: A gun.

"I won't harm him or you, if you do one favor for me, baby boy."

"Wh- what do you want..." I shivered, willing to do anything to save Namjoon from him.

"You sit in that chair and watch this tape." He held out a blank white CD, waving it around in the air.

I breathed out, feeling skeptical about his odd favor, but accepted it, nonetheless.

"Seokjin? Where am I? And... Why am I naked?" Namjoon's soft voice caused me pain as I sat down on the chair.

"Don't worry, Namjoon! This will be over soon, I promise! What...? What the fuck!? Hey!!"

My arms and legs were strapped automatically when I sat down on the chair Mister Jang had told me to sit on. I struggled to break free from the straps, but they were much stronger than me, so I couldn't physically break them, or even loosen them up.

"Don't touch him!! You lied to me! You told me I was going to watch a tape!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, wiggling back and forth in the chair.

"And you're right! Don't you see, baby boy? The show has just begun." The older man held Namjoon down, watching him as he helplessly rocked his head from side to side, now that he was fully awake.

"Seokjin, what's going on? Who the hell are you? Hey, get off of me!" I struggled harder, hearing how uncomfortable Namjoon sounded when Mister Jang hovered over him.

"Leave him alone!! TAKE ME INSTEAD, BUT DON'T HURT HIM!" I was on the verge of tears.

Mister Jang started to laugh, manhandling Namjoon as if he were an object.

Just like he treated me... The first time he raped me.

I didn't want anything to happen to Namjoon. I couldn't live with myself knowing that something happened to him and that I was there but couldn't stop it.

I had to do something!

"Let go of him, I said!"

"You're the bastard that did this to Seokjin, aren't you!" Namjoon grabbed the man by his throat at started to strangle him. I continued to shift around in the chair, feeling the ropes slowly start to come loose from my arms.

My wrists were getting bruised, but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was get Namjoon away from Mister Jang as fast as possible.

My mouth hung open when Namjoon pushed his head back, getting injected. Seeing him slowly lose conscious was one thing, but seeing him struggling to escape Mister Jang was another, especially since the man had full control over him now.

"See what happens when you betray me, Seokjin? Your little boyfriend pays for it. He isn't half bad. Look at how beautiful he looks when he's under my control." I broke free from the straps, ripping my skin apart.

Just as I was about to run towards Mister Jang to pry him off of Namjoon, someone pulled me away and held me down.

"JIMIN!?"

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