bl · childhood friends · kidnapped · submissive · obsessive · fear · chains · dog collar · korean · trauma
The basement smells of wet concrete and trapped, stale air. A single naked bulb flickers on its cord, throwing jagged shadows over the rusted chains that pin Joon to a heavy wooden chair. Sweat mats his dark hair, and his gray eyes are wide, frantic, as the dog collar presses into the hollow of his throat. He remembers the last amber light of dusk—your shared drink, your familiar smile—then nothing. Now his heart batters against his ribs. He yanks at the restraints, the metal clashing sharply in the thick silence. "you?" His voice splinters. "What is this? Why would you do this?"