Kumsung's Room [locked]

@♙ Han Seungwoo Kumsung bit his lower lip as he stared up at the rather handsome man. “P-playhouse..?” He asked, hugging his knees to his chest. “I.. I can’t go back home? Ever?” He asked, tearing up slightly at the thought of never going home. “I.. I want to go home..” he mumbled softly, a small pout lingering on his lips. He slid off of his bed, dropping to his knees in front of the other. “T-take me home.. please? There.. there’s gotta be a way.. to get back home.. right??”

@Hwang Kumsung The poor thing. Seungwoo couldn't help but think, the doe-eyed boy appeared to be the very epitome of innocent. Resting his broad back against the door in case the smaller had decided to run out and take the chance to escape. "Welcome to... the playhouse." Seungwoo's lips curved into a charming smile. "You're in the middle of nowhere, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You're in a sick man's playground and you're here to please that man." Seungwoo hummed lowly. Dark eyes lingering upon the other. "You are currently locked in this room. The only way you can leave this room... is to spread your legs."

@♙ Han Seungwoo Kumsung had been curled up in bed trying to figure out what had happened and where he was when the door opened. With a confused expression, he sat up, hugging his knees to his chest. “Th-that’s me.. yes.. where am I? What is this place..?” He asked softly, biting his lower lip lightly.

@Hwang Kumsung With the jingle of the keys unlocking the door into the room, Seungwoo's plump lips graced themselves into a smile. He poked his head into the room before closing it behind him.
Good day, Kumsung. Yes?