⚠️TW PANIC ATTACK + VIOLENCE⚠️

Boredom was something Yeosang didn't mind, he'd usually just let his mind wander, daydreaming is a master skill of his.

But now, he is too afraid to let his mind wander. It would usually go dangerous places, dark thoughts would intoxicate his mind. It was almost as bad as falling asleep, like having nightmares during the day.

He constantly worries for his family, flashbacks of his father make him want to bang his head against the wall.

He finished all the books Wooyoung gave him within a few days, he even reread some. And like every day, Yeosang is stuck on what to do.

Wooyoung is less talkative, for the past week he's been going in and out only to give meals wordlessly, which doesn't help Yeosang, who is dying from the lack of socialisation. It is like being stuck on a remote island without any civilisation.

Maybe Wooyoung is tired of fighting him. It does seem like every time they converse, they end up fighting, verbally and/or physically.

Except the rare occasions.

The ones where he almost seems like he's not an asshole. When he looks at Yeosang gently it almost makes his heart flutter. Almost.

The times when Yeosang thinks that it's worthwhile being kidnapped, otherwise he would not have seen Wooyoung's attractive face.

Stop. Stop. Yeosang shakes his head, smacking his forehead. He let his mind wander into dangerous places, like that deadly jawline. Another smack. It's happening again.

He fans himself. Despite it being late autumn, Yeosang feels hot for some reason, he never used to think so recklessly but recently he keeps slipping. It's good Wooyoung is barely even interacting with him, his thoughts need to be disposed of.

I'm only acting like this because Wooyoung is the only person I've been interacting with the past few months. I'm starved of other human interaction.

Yes. That's why. Yeosang nods, satisfied with his excus- his valid reason.

His stomach growling interrupts his thoughts and Yeosang checks the time. 10:00. Wooyoung should have been here hours ago, how is he going to feed himself.

Yeosang groans, holding his stomach, his hunger feeling very intense. Maybe if I bang on the door he will come.

He strolls to the locked door and hits it. Bang. One more. Bang. "Hello? Is anyone there?" No response. He tries again. Bang. Bang. "I'm not trying to escape, I'm just hungry!"

Yeosang frowns. There is no sign of anyone coming. What if everyone left? Have I been left here to die alone...

When you've been stuck in a room for months, catastrophic thinking becomes an unavoidable skill you develop.

With his mind racing and his clenching stomach, Yeosang starts to feel dizzy. His heart rate begins to quicken and his breaths come out in short pants. The tears are inevitable when his chest constricts tightly, making him wince in pain with every heart beat.

One hand clutches his chest and the other grabs the door handle to pull himself off the ground. He doesn't even remember falling.

Bang. With all the energy left in him, he punches the door, trying to break it open. He doesn't want to be left here alone.

Bang. His knuckles are grazed now. Bang. Now they have open cuts. Bang. They drop blood onto the concrete floor.

It gets harder to breathe and he tries with all his might to take deeper breaths, but they only come out short and quick.

He is hitting the door uncontrollably now, even if they are weak. Maybe it'll carve a hole or something.

He doesn't expect the door to open though.

He looks up to see Wooyoung. Except it isn't Wooyoung.

The furious face of Wooyoung's boss looks down at him. "Why are you making such a ruckus".

The terrifying thing is that he doesn't shout. Yeosang would've given anything for him to just shout at him. But no, he whispers it, sounding close to a growl, daring him to make one more sound.

He can't help the whimper that slips out of him when he takes a step closer toward him.

Taking a step back wouldn't do any good to Yeosang as the man grabs his collar, choking him.

He is way to weak to even think about defending himself so he just tries to put up with it the best he could.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again" Yeosang begs for this to stop, his body is in the verge of shutting down.

"That's right. You better take this as a warning to keep that fucking mouth of yours shut"

He throws Yeosang backwards, making him hit the wall and fall down. He towers over him and steps on his stomach, not forgetting to push hard on it, earning a scream of pain from the boy on the floor.

When the door slams shut, Yeosang is still on the floor, unable to move. He doesn't know if he's felt this much pain in his life.

Flinching at the pain, he manages to sit up. That's the most he could do now. All his energy was sucked out of him within a few minutes.

All he can do now is wait, hungry and beaten, for the right person to come.