— yuchan

@α • ⌜ k. yuchan ⌟ ♚ Donghun went and grabbed the bag that had been placed on the bed. 'Wait, let me look at it first," he replied. He checked it. It had his soft grey blanket, his stuffed puppy, his bag and all it's content, sans the phone, and of course, his clothes. Even though he was trapped here, he couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," he said softly. He grabbed the plush puppy and snuggled it. "I was wondering, do you have any books I can read? Or do you not want me reading?" He started sorting through all of the clothes that were brought to him to see if he could pull a decent outfit together. He was a simple man; not much was needed to make him happy.

@α • ⌜ k. yuchan ⌟ ♚ Donghun just sat there and listened quietly like a good boy. He just nodded when the other told him he could get him what he wanted and that it would all be taken care of. Once the other left, Donghun blinked. So wait, the other one was a good guy? Protecting people? Well, Donghun /had/ always wondered what the elites actually did. Dimly lit lightbulb that he was, he had always heard about the Elites and that they existed, but he never knew what they even did or why they existed. Just that they were...there. "Oh wait," he caught himself saying aloud, "So that's why they 'watch the city'. Oooohhhhh." Donghun was cute, good at makeup, and liked reading. Other than that, that's all the poor boy had. He certainly wasn't all that smart or good at piecing things together or coming up with his own ideas without a little help pushing him along. But when you're handsome, why even bother trying to be smart, anyways? That was his life motto.

He looked over at the tray of food on the table at the side. Donghun hadn't dared to mention to the other how he never eats breakfast for fear of setting the other one off and making him mad. After all, he went through the trouble of getting someone to bring it here, after all. Donghun went over to it and started munching on corn meal gruel, toast with jam, and eggs and pork. At least they had given him coffee. He drank it without even bothering to put in sugar or creamer. Black coffee was just the way he wanted it.

@α • ⌜ k. yuchan ⌟ ♚ Donghun looked up at the other and started wiping the tears away quickly. He sighed. "I would like my clothes please, if you can." He sighed. What was it that he wanted? He wanted to go home! Obviously. He pulled up his knees to his chest and hugged them tightly, resting his chin on his left knee. "So it /was/ you yesterday in that mask. I thought so, but wasn't too sure. Why do you do that? Why do you wear such a scary mask and do those things to people?" He sighed, figuring he was stuck here regardless, so best try to make do with it. "I want my clothes, and I want *sniff* my stuffed puppy. It looks like the one on the shirt I was wearing and it's on my bed. My grandma and grandpa gave it to me when I was small, and it...it means alot ok. Also...I want...I want to be able to watch my favorite streamer. You don't have to allow me to be able to communicate with him or anyone, I just...*sniff* I have to see him....and I want my bag that's at the bookstore, and also I want my soft grey blanket that's on my bed at home." That's all he wanted. Just those things to be a bit more comfortable.

@α • ⌜ k. yuchan ⌟ ♚ Donghun changed into the clothes set out for him, which thankfully also contained underwear at least. He changed into the thin cotton shorts that were too short for his tastes and showed off his thick, muscular thighs. The top was a thin long sleeved shirt that was the same shade of grey as the shorts. How basic and ugly. Stuff like this should only be worn at nighttime only to sleep in, but whatever. Not like he could be too judgy, however, considering how the favorite sleepshirt of his he just changed of had a cartoon puppy on it, but whatever. He sat on the bed, pulled his knees up, and rested his forehead on them. He sniffed. And of course, right now his stupid dry eyes wanted to act up again, causing him to form tears to try to keep his eyes lubricated. Or, at least the fact he had that condition was just going to be his little excuse for now, because he surely didn't want to admit he was actually crying.

@α • ⌜ k. yuchan ⌟ ♚ Donghun wanted to just bolt out of there, but knew there was a strong change he'd end up dead if he tried. More like a 100% chance, actually. This guy was with the elites, and therefore his threat of saying there were guards were all around had to be true. He sighed. "Okay," he replied. He lowered his eyes and went to the shower and closed and locked the door. He sighed and put his face in his hands. "What the hell did I get myself into?" he whispered, "Damn it. Well, better do what he says." He slipped off the one bedroom slipper, pulled off his sleep shirt that had a dreaming puppy on it, and removed his striped sleep pants. Lastly, he grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slipped out of them. He then was struck with a dark, disturbing idea. What if the other had a camera in here? Ugh, but given this situation, would it even matter if he did. Whatever, let's just get this over with. He stepped in the shower to see a shower caddy in there with a plethora of shampoos, conditioner, and soaps of all kinda of scents. "Never would have thought this guy would be the type to want to smell pretty," he muttered. After cleaning himself, he stepped out of the shower, with damp hair and smelling like "Midnight Rain" whatever that was or meant. It /did/ smell nice though, he had to admit. He mainly just chose it because it was dark blue, his favorite color. He dried off and put the towel around his waist. He stepped out into the room and dressed into the clothes that had been laid out for him. And of course, they were tacky and not in his style, but whatever. Not the main thing to worry about now.

@α • ⌜ k. yuchan ⌟ ♚ Even though the other was obviously younger, man he was scary! Just the words he spoke and the way he spoke them. He sounded like a literal crazy person. Donghun shivered at the word torture, but yet at the same time the way the other was talking, so boldly, so confident, it was kind of...oh god, he was not about to admit that to himself. He was not about to admit that the way the other seemed so domineering was kind of hot, no way. He shook his head. "I..." he started, but then his throat got dry and itchy so he had to cough. After a coughing fit, he shook his head. "I'll be good," he said softly, "Please, I'll be good. Please don't hurt me."

@α • ⌜ k. yuchan ⌟ ♚ Donghun's eyebrows knitted. "Yuchan? Place of power?" He blinked, giving his mind a few moments to slowly process what was happening. "Are you one of the diamond elites?" He asked, "Why would you even care about me, then?" He then looked at the other really hard. "You look pretty young," he commented, "And you don't even look scary. You're probably just some ed weirdo." Donghun crossed his arms. "Showed me mercy? Should be glad that I'm here? Why can't you just let me go and move on? I'm not going to tell anyone what I saw. I just want to go home."

@α • ⌜ k. yuchan ⌟ ♚ Donghun was a bit surprised about hos nonchalant the other acted when he woke up and how unfazed he had even been by his screaming. He didn't even yell at him to 'shut up' or anything. Weird. Was this dude used to hearing screaming? And if he was...that wasn't a good sign. Donghun's eyes moved to the chain around his ankle. He saw he still had one of his bedroom slippers on on foot. His gaze quickly shifted to the other. How did he know his name? he'd never seen him before, he was sure of it. He opened his mouth to speak. It felt dry. His lips quivered before he finally spoke. "I...I was going to get my bag. I left it at work. And I was gonna enter the backway, but then those guys were back there and I got caught because I screamed because I saw a rat in the alley. And then I tried to run but I fell." He nodded. He looked all around the room. "Now you have to answer my questions," he countered, "Who are you and how do you know who I am? Also why did I get chained to this bed?" He started getting angry. "Look, I told your weird little friends that I wouldn't tell anyone what I saw. And I meant it! So just let me go! I'm going to miss my shift today! Plus I still need my bag!"

@α • ⌜ k. yuchan ⌟ ♚ Donghun was still knocked the hell out as he had been carried about and chained to the bed. Some drool dribbled from his lips and he was still breathing, but other than that, nothing. He was mentally in a weird state in his sleep. He wasn't exactly what you would call dreaming, but he wasn't just seeing pitch black in his mind, either. More like just seeing weird shapes and colors and stuff while not being able to comprehend it all.

Morning came, and Donghun's brain awoke. "Dear god, what happened last night?" Was the first thing he thought. The second being "What time is it? I have work today, right?" His eyes cracked open barely and all he was staring at was a blurry ceiling. That's when he noticed the pain in his head. Geeze, if he didn't know any better, he'd have thought he had gotten hit in the head with like...a baseball bat or something. That's when he somehow suddenly remembered. Last thing he had did was go to the bookstore late at night. He had gone to get in an retrieve his bag, but then decided not to because it was dumb and not a good idea to be doing anyway. And that's when....those weirdoes in masks! Oh god! That was the last thing he had remembered! What happened after they found him?

That's when his eyes opened up all the way and his vision cleared. Upon that moment, he got his answer. Donghun had awoken in a strange room and noticed that he was chained to a bed. And, some random guy was in a chair in the room sleeping. Another victim? No, couldn't be, this dude wasn't chained. Didn't matter anyways, Donghun was going to scream regardless.

And so, he did.