Baekhyun woke with an incredibly painful headache the next morning, and groggily, he blinked his eyes open as he glanced around the room. Fear slowly started to set in as he realized he recognized absolutely nothing. He was laying in an unfamiliar bed with white walls and beautiful hardwood flooring, and a chair occupied a corner of the room. There was a small bedside table to his right that held an alarm clock and a lamp, and the walls were otherwise bare beside a hanging picture. An as he sat there, the memories from the night before rushed to the forefront of his mind and he threw the white blanket off his legs.

He was surprised and felt incredibly vulnerable when he noticed he was wearing a pair of shorts that left him otherwise naked besides his white t-shirt. And then just below his knee was a white bandage with a small red strain. Blood, Baekhyun thought.

He bit his bottom lip as he carefully swung his legs over the edge of the bed, bitting back a whimper of pain as the movement hurt his leg. He bit back the pain and shakily got to his feet, using the walls and furniture to help him along. His eyes took in everything in the surprisingly elegant room, and as he quickly as he could he hobbled to the front door.

Everything was so white and clean and beautiful. It was surprising to find the life of a killer living so refine, but he didn't give himself a chance to wonder much else as he moved to unlock the door. It opened beneath his touch and Baekhyun gasped as he scrambled back. He tripped over something in his desperate attempt to hide, and the door opened before he could.

The man from the night before stepped inside with four plastic bags on each arm. He hardly spared a glance at Baekhyun as he relocked the door and entered a code Baekhyun didn't see, and a system said, "Room alarmed."

Baekhyun gulped. His eyes continued to follow the man, who, not since the day before hasn't spoken one word. Baekhyun couldn't help his curiosity as he watched as the man placed the bags onto the kitchen island made of beautiful tan granite. He then proceeded to pull food items out of the bag; everything looked as equally as extensive as his damn fortress.

Baekhyun must have made an unconscious noise because just then the man glanced up, his sharp gaze quickly assessing Baekhyun before returning to the groceries. Baekhyun frowned and cleared his throat, waiting for a reaction. He didn't get one.

So pursing his lips Baekhyun walked around the —– also white —– couch and sat down. He peeked over his shoulder to catch the downwards glance of the man, and figuring it was working, Baekhyun reached out to grab a remote. He pursed his lips and mused loudly enough for his capturer to hear him.

"I wonder what this does . . .?"

And then he pressed a button. The man glanced up and shouted, "Don't touch that!" just as a shrill alarm ripped through the room.

Baekhyun gasped and threw the remote as the man quickly ran to the panel beside the door and entered in some numbers. Once the alarm cut off he threw a murderous glare at Baekhyun and hissed, "Don't touch what's not yours! Especially if you have no idea what it does!"

"Then let me go!" Baekhyun yelled back.

The man pursed his lips and turned away, he refocused on his grocies as he muttered, "If you don't touch anything else I'll make dinner for you too."

"Can I touch the floor? The couch? How about the air?" Baekhyun smarted off.

The man chuckled humorlessly and muttered, "Cute. Why don't you just sit down and shut up. Maybe I'll even let you watch TV."

Baekhyun pursed his lips but sat down. He wasn't even close to being done though as he asked, "So why did you bring me here? Who was that man you shot? And why didn't you just kill me too?"

Baekhyun glanced at him over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "You're not very friendly, are you? I mean, you haven't even told me your name? What an amazing host you are . . ." Baekhyun muttered bitterly.

The man pursed his lips. "If I wanted you dead don't you think you'd be dead?" he asked. "And you can't know my name."

"What should I call you then? Master—–"

"You can call me the person who chose to spare your life!" he yelled. Baekhyun flinched despite himself. The man exhaled a slow breath before continuing, "If you behave you'll learn. If you try to fuck with me, you'll lose. Do you understand, Baekhyun?"

Baekhyun gasped. The man noticed, and a slow smirk curved the corner of his mouth as he said, "That's right. I know who you are. I know where you live. I know where you work. And I know your friends. So I won't say this again, behave and you won't lose. Understood?"

Baekhyun gulped before slowly nodding.

"Good. Now why don't you watch some TV," he said just before the screen flicked on. Baekhyun couldn't do anything but obey.

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Later that day Baekhyun was sitting in the bathroom on the toilet lid, waiting for his capturer to return to change his bandages. Baekhyun was taking in every inch of the room as he waited.

The floor was a cold white marble and the walls were just as black as the man's eyes. The shower was made of glass and extremely open —– extremely invasive. It was all so clean and looked untouched. It was cold. The whole apartment was cold from the marble and wood floors to the darkness of his eyes. Even the blankets hadn't been warm; there wasn't a single ounce of warmth anywhere.

It was sad. It was lonely.

An it made Baekhyun wonder why he was there.

A few more moments of utter silence passed before Baekhyun heard the soles of his feet against the floor as the sound gradually grew closer. He appeared then, wearing blue jeans and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows.

He really seems to love white, Baekhyun thought.

The tall man with raven hair knelt down on his knee in front of Baekhyun. He fiddled with the tools he had brought before unwrapping Baekhyun's bandage; a thin trail of blood trickled out as he examined his handwork.

Baekhyun held his tongue and willed himself not to speak, but as he watched the man who had shot him delicately care for his wound he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Can you tell me your name? Or at least something I should call you?" Baekhyun asked quietly.

The man didn't take his eyes off Baekhyun's wound as he replied, "Okay. Since you've been good you can learn. You can call me 'Yeol' for now. That is it, so no more talking."

Baekhyun bit his bottom lip and quietly murmured, "Yeol?" He sighed, and he couldn't help himself. He spoke again. "Why are you helping me like this? You shot me and now—–"

A sudden pressure began to build up around Baekhyun's wound and Yeol hissed, "Don't speak."

Baekhyun gasped at the pain and a single tear rolled down his cheek. He didn't speak again.

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