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"Hyuckie, don't leave yet! I'll be bored as fuck the second you step out the door."
Donghyuck pouted dramatically, turning on his heel to face the other boy.
"But I have to feed my cat! Technically, I was supposed to feed him a half hour ago but you insisted on saying you could beat me in Mario Kart. So I just had to prove you wrong. Fourteen times, to be exact. Bitch."
His best friend stood up with an exaggerated sigh as Donghyuck got his shoes on, rolling his eyes heavily at his all but normal best friend.
"Plus I'll literally be back here tomorrow, Lix." Donghyuck reminded, raising a brow at the younger who was now dramatically sprawled out on the floor.
"I'll have to play Fortnite by myself!"
"Oh, poor, poor you. I'll see you in less than seven hours anyways, dork.”
Donghyuck leaned down, placing a kiss on his best friend's head of hair. Felix rolled onto his back.
"Be careful, okay? It's dark out. Text me when you're home."
Donghyuck nodded, gently flicking the boy's forehead before making his way to the door and into the night.
"Bye, Lix. Don't burn the fucking house down."
"Hate you too, Hyuckie!"
Chuckling to himself, Donghyuck wandered off his best friend's porch and into the calming nighttime, where very few street lights barely gave him enough light to see. He didn't mind though, he always walked home after a late night at Felix's. As much of a crack addict Donghyuck acted like with his best friend, he genuinely enjoyed his walks home on warm, summer nights like this. It brought him closer to nature, he'd like to say.
He carefully made his way a block down off Felix's street, down into the city where neon signs laminated his path a little better, and where people, and some prostitutes, roamed the streets. The best part of town? No. The quickest way to get home to his cat? Yes. And Donghyuck swore not even Satan himself could stop him from getting to the most important animal on the planet.
Donghyuck wasn't about that gang gang do cocaine life, even though with the lazy way he was dressed tonight, he could easily be mistaken for a drug dealer or perhaps a member of a gang. If you were to actually get to know him though, he'd just turn out to be your average, sassy, sometimes diva city boy who's only current goal in life was to walk to his best friend's house every day and play video games.
That was, however, until now.
With one earbud in, Donghyuck continued his path down the city blocks, keeping his attention up for any kidnappers while Signal by Twice blasted through his earbuds. He turned down his music, however, though he didn't even need to because the yell that rang through the night was much louder than Jihyo and Nayeon's singing. The boy ripped his earbuds out of his phone completely, pausing his music, and quickly glancing around the empty streets. Yeah, as much as Donghyuck said he wanted to die sometimes, he didn't really want to go out like this. So, with a swift turn, he beelined down the nearest alley, quickening his pace with every step, hoping to get away from any potential threats to his existence.
That's when he heard the aggravated voices.
"Forget it, Mark. I told you how much we wanted. And you did not meet our demand. Therefore, you know the punishment."
Donghyuck froze, listening to the conversation that had to be happening just ahead of him around the corner. Mere yards from where he was currently standing. Yeah, he should probably walk away right now.
"The price you set was unacceptable. We told you how much we'd pay when we first agreed on the deal. You're the one who went ahead and changed it without contacting me, my unit, or our boss."
Donghyuck's heart straight up almost leaped out of his chest. Now, as much of a sassy smartass he was, Donghyuck had never been in any type of serious trouble with really anything. The law, especially. And he was ninety-nine percent sure that there was some kind of illegal drug deal occurring. And he was standing here witnessing every word. And it didn't seem to be going too great.
Taking a short breath, Donghyuck, as quiet as humanly possible, turned on his heel. I'm in the clear, he thought, as long as he was quiet and continued on away from the very illegal crime, no punishment would prevail.
Right then, however, was when he regretted every decision leading up to this point in his life.
"I wanna know, know, know, know, what is love?"
It was in that moment, at the loudest possible volume for his ringer to be on, his Twice-themed What Is Love? ringtone echoed brightly throughout the night, surely alerting everybody in the area of Donghyuck's existence. It was as if the person calling him wanted him to die.
Not ten seconds later, his ringtone still as loud as can be from inside his jean pocket, Donghyuck, still frozen with paralyzing fear in his spot, had finally gotten the courage to turn it off. And he turned around, his plan was to check and bolt, when in fact he found himself being that dumb bitch in the movies.
Because, as of now, a gun was being aimed at his head, the face of a boy behind it who didn't look too thrilled. Dark eyebrows furrowed, black hair partly back off of the shooter's pale forehead, sharpened jawline, high cheekbones, and the glare from seemingly wide, soft eyes now practically digging holes into Donghyuck's skin.
The said boy felt his stomach and internal organs flip inside out, all moisture being sucked from his mouth as his eyes widened. Just like that, he lost all his breath. Welp, you really did it now, Donghyuck.
"O-Oh. Oh, I am so sorry? I am so sorry. If you c-could just- not shoot-"
"You're coming with me."
Fuck.
"Or you could just... let me g-"
Donghyuck cut himself off when he saw a second boy appear from behind the first one, gun aimed for Donghyuck as well. No, this couldn't be happening.
"We have to shoot him. It's the rule, Mark."
Mark.
The boy with the black hair, Mark, never pardoned his glare nor his gun from Donghyuck. Donghyuck, in return, was shaking and holding in tears and thinking of everything he should have done with his life. He really didn't want to get shot by these two attractive men, as weird as that was. The boy, Mark, moved his gaze from the other man back to Donghyuck. He did his best to keep calm under the shooter's intimidating stare that scanned up and down his body, not in a pleasant way or the way Donghyuck would have liked it if he wasn't currently being held at gunpoint.
"Come with me."
"But-"
"If you keep talking, you'll regret it. Come with me"
Donghyuck gulped back his words, swallowing the nonexistent spit in his mouth as the other not-Mark boy grabbed his arm, in a tight grip. Who were these people? What did Donghyuck just get himself into? Oh, no. He wouldn't go out without a fight. He had to get out of this. He had to live to tell Felix and get home to his goddamn cat.
"HELP! HELP PLEASE-"
Donghyuck was sure he got punched when his body was forced in the other direction, but the pain didn't surface till a few seconds after. He tasted blood in his mouth, and there was a bad sting in his jaw. And it hurt so badly tears sprung to his eyes at last, before he began the stage of hyperventilating. He didn't try and scream for help again, in fear of more beating, while the man dragged him deeper into the alley behind the building, throwing him onto the ground brutally.
"I'll do it. Mark, we're not done with his deal though, do you hear me? We'll plan for a different time, with the correct money. You can go."
Donghyuck, wiping his eyes, looked over at Mark, who was standing by a car, the gun now resting at his side. Under the dimmed light, Donghyuck noticed Mark was wearing a suit, and so was the guy in front of him. Different colors, however. What was this? A gang? A cult?
"I'll take care of this one, Hansol. I know you're busy with other matters tonight, or so I've heard from your unit." Mark spoke up with a firm nod, his eyes then moving to Donghyuck who helplessly looked back at him.
"Are you sure, Mark?"
"Yes, hyung. I'll take care of it."
Hansol, the supposed boy in front of him, stepped back, lowering his gun as Donghyuck took a shaky breath. It didn't matter though, he would still be shot by Mark, right? Was this really it? He didn't even get a proper job yet or move out of the city with Felix like their plan was. Was he really about to be shot?
"Alright, we'll be in touch, Mark. I'll speak to Jihoon about our deal."
Mark, while slowly approaching Donghyuck (who was looking for a chance to escape), waved at Hansol who got in a black car and peeled out of the alleyway. Noticing that Mark was watching the car leave down the corner, Donghyuck quickly scrambled up on his feet and tried to bolt. He wasn't the most graceful person on the planet, unfortunately. A hand grabbed his shirt before he could even fully stand up, and he was shoved against the brick wall behind him, a gun now to his temple. Donghyuck gasped, closing his eyes and pushing his hand out to try and push the boy off of him.
"W-What the fuck is wrong with you!" Donghyuck exclaimed, slowly opening his eyes.
His mouth went dry again, and he involuntarily swallowed as he realized exactly how close the boy's face was to his own. He was eye-locked with Mark, the metal revolver of the gun still pressed to his temple, a hand pressing down on Donghyuck's shoulder and collarbone, preventing him from moving. Donghyuck could now easily see just how fare the boy's skin was, how clean, and how diligently his face was shaped. Calling him attractive was an understatement, and Donghyuck had no goddamn clue why these thoughts were even a thing in the first place.
"So, you're not gonna beg for your life?"
The silence was broken, and Donghyuck wasn't sure how long he had just been staring at the same guy that was holding a pistol to his head, but to say the least, he almost pissed himself when the other spoke.
"It's kind of hard when you're right in my face." Donghyuck retorted, without much thought process beforehand.
Great going.
Mark just laughed. Literally, right in the boy's face. Donghyuck jumped at the sudden click and movement of the gun beside his head.
"NO! No, please. Please don't shoot me. Please. Mark, is it? I promise, if you let me go I won't tell a soul about anything and we can both go our separate ways."
"I can't let that happen."
"And why not? You don't have to tell your gang, or whatever you're apart of-"
"I can't risk it."
"Do you really want to kill me?" Donghyuck blurted, his eyes wide and heart racing as he looked into the eyes of this boy.
Mark huffed, easing the revolver a little away from Donghyuck's temple.
"Why do you think I'm stalling? Let's go, before the police come. But if you scream, I will not hesitate to shoot you. Understand? You will listen to me and only me. You stay quiet, and you keep moving. If I tell you to do something, you do it. Remember who has the gun here."
An astonished, yet somewhat relieved Donghyuck nodded shakily, about to open his mouth when Mark shushed him. A second later muffled sirens were heard in the distance.
"Alright. Let's go."
Mark grabbed Donghyuck by the arm, his grip a little less crushing than the other boy's, though he still held the gun close to Donghyuck's side as he was forced into a run down the back of the alley.
"Why didn't you-"
"Shut up!"
Donghyuck closed his mouth, for once obeying the other boy as he was dragged to another black car. A Tesla? No fucking way.
"Get in."
The door to the very expensive car, worth more than Donghyuck's life combined with Felix's, opened vertically before he was pushed inside. Donghyuck sat back in the comfortable leather seat, wide-eyed and completely and utterly petrified, but confused and had so many questions at the same time. Mark appeared seconds later in the driver's seat with something in his right hand other than the gun. It was when Mark suddenly reached towards him, did he go into defense mode.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME YOU PERV-"
"I NEED TO PUT THIS BLINDFOLD ON YOU!"
The gun came back out and Donghyuck was pacified instantly, as Mark once again reached towards him, and soon, a black cloth was pressed over his eyes and tied around the back of his head.
"Another word and you won't like what comes next. Okay?"
The car started, and Donghyuck felt everything purr to life below and around him. Wow, it felt like they were about to take off into space. Soon though, they were peeling out, and Donghyuck almost slammed his face against the dashboard. Continuing to fear for his life, the boy held onto anything he could as he was forced back in his seat by the speed of the car. The scariest thing was, he couldn't see a damn thing.
Donghyuck took this time to do a quick mental check. So, he was walking home from Felix's, going to feed his cat (the most important and vital creature to his existence), he walked down an alley, Twice came on, he was held at gunpoint by a really attractive man, punched in the face by another man, almost murdered- two times, and now he was being kidnapped by the same attractive man in a suit named Mark. Oh yeah, and his jaw still hurt like a fucking bitch.
Donghyuck tried to remember what he was supposed to do in a kidnapping. Should he be counting the minutes he was in the car? No, he should have started counting five minutes ago. Should he try and start throwing hands? No, the guy had a gun. A gun... therefore why wasn't Donghyuck already dead?
"Why didn't you shoot me?" He asked quietly, unable to hold back the question he tried asking before.
He got no response, and over the sound of the Tesla's powerful engine, and the rapid movement of the tires against the pavement to wherever this boy was taking him, he wasn't sure if he just didn't hear Mark. Donghyuck took a shaky breath. Would this be it? Was the last option just to accept fate?
"H-Hey. If I'm gonna die, I just want somebody to know that... I really love my best friend Felix. And my cat, Sunny. I'll miss her. I'll miss seeing Felix's face every day and beating him in Mario Kart. A-And... I just wish I could have lived to see another city other than Seoul. And I wish I could have fallen in love, or something, if that's even a thing. Thanks, for not killing me right away, I guess. If we die now-"
Donghyuck didn't get the chance to finish the rest of his speech, instead, a hand came around to the back of his head, and a cloth was pressed over his mouth and nose. And slowly, everything got duller, and softer, and slower.
Until everything stopped.
Fucking Twice.