Silence filled the room, besides the quiet sobs from gi-hun. After a few moments Gi-hun looked at the frontman/in-ho

"Don't try anything."

He said, unsure of what in-hos plans were.

"I wont, do you need help getting up?"

He said blankly. Gi-hun looked up at him, giving an annoyed stare.

"I don't need your help. You have "helped" Me enough."

He said, looking at him with a weak glare. In-ho sighed

"you need help."

He said urgently not leaving room for denying, a menacing glare in-ho didn't even realize crossed his face.

"Don't you dare touch me."

Gi-hun blurted out reaching for the knife in his pocket but not pulling it out, aware he needs to wait for the right moment. In-ho looked at his pocket, suspicious of what he might be threatening him with. Gi-hun quickly realized he was looking down at his pocket, and quickly removed his hand out of his pocket

"Are you hiding something?"

In-ho said sternly, his gaze meeting Gi-huns eyes.

"J-just leave me alone."

He said, fear laced in his voice. In-ho knew he was hiding something, and he needed to know what it was before it became a threat to him. Gi-hun was still on the floor, in-ho held his hands back and checked the jacket pocket, he saw one of his knifes and went to grab it but gi-hun escaped his grip before he could and weakly stood up and ran across the room almost tripping multiple times.

"Gi-hun. Whatever you're planning to do with that knife wont work. Just give it to me and save yourself time." In-ho said.

Gi-hun gulped and didn't move his stance, he was ready to fight in-ho, he needed to escape. There was no turning back now, not after the life's he took with his rebellion. He ignored the tense pain in his chest and charged for him with the knife, in-ho was prepared and swiftly dodged it which sent gi-hun tumbling forward barely catching his balance. In-ho knew he was too stubborn and he needed to show him it was pointless so he engaged, pinning him against the wall, gi hun kicked his stomach and escaped his grip.

"If you wanna be like that then fine. I guess I have to train you, like a horse." In-ho said with mockery.

This only fueled gi-huns anger, he charged at him again but more recklessly. In-ho, starting to enjoy this, dodged swiftly again sending gi-hun falling forward and hitting his head on a sharp cornered table. He immediately felt the cold blood coming from his forehead, feeling the sharp stinging pain.

"agh!" he groaned, feeling sick from the stinging from His head.

" I guess you should have listened to me huh? Do you realize I own you yet? Or do I need to train you more?."

In-ho said in a playful, mocking tone.

Gi-hun wearily looked up at him, gripping his knife. He was ready to fight him, his body urging him to make another strike, but an unknown fear crossed him.

"Whats wrong? Give up already?" He chuckled

" I guess my horse is trained! Easier than I thought." he looked down to gi-hun wondering what he was thinking.

Gi-hun, ignoring the intense fear he was feeling, stood up letting himself charge at in-ho, letting his anger consume him. In-ho was unprepared this time, but luckily gi-huns moves were sloppy, blood from his forehead slightly blurring his vision.

"I hate you!"

Gi-hun yelled throwing himself at in-ho, they both stumbled back to the ground, gi-huns knife barely missing in-hos neck.

Silence took over the room, gi-huns panting being the only audible noise. He thought of sang-woo all those years ago, how he barely missed sang-woos neck, and how it was all his fault. Maybe if he didn't let anger take over him, sang-woo wouldn't have stabbed himself, and they could have left together. He looked at in-ho afraid to stab him while being tortured by vengeful memories. In-ho looked at him amused that his love couldn't stab him, he smiled and caressed his face.

"Your beautiful." In-ho said softly

Gi-hun sobbing, got off of in-ho defeated. All he could think of now was sang-woo, all his friends. And the guilt that would never dare to leave him. In-ho watched him as he quietly sobbed, smiling remembering how jung-bae, was finally dead. Gi-hun looked up at him offended at him smiling.

"W-what's so funny asshole!.." Gi-hun said, almost yelling.

In-ho didn't respond Gi-hun sighed leaning his head up, he was exhausted, dried blood on his lips tasting the metallic taste. But he didn't dare let his guard down infront of in-ho.

"Aren't you gonna kill me? I'm ready." He said almost sarcastically

In-ho looked at him and chuckled

"Why would I kill the man I love?" In-ho said his gaze met gi-hun

The word love made gi-hun sick *does this bastard really love me?!"

"I will never love you." Gi-hun said sternly, almost protective of himself.

"I guess I will have to make you love me. Shouldn't be hard since training you wasn't right?" In-ho said letting out a soft chuckle

Gi-hun felt the intense fear he had felt again, not wanting to know what he meant.

In-ho stood up and walked toward the tall black door. he pulled out a device and called someone, but I couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Goodbye gi-hun, I'll see you later." In-ho said walking out the door Before I could react, pink gaurds walked in almost immediatley after he left.

"H-hey stay back!" I say as my sharp voice betrays me.

I try to reach for my knife but before I can a gaurd pins me down, and the next one holds a cloth over my mouth, I yell for in-ho, cursing him, telling him I will escape, but the world spins as I breath the air from the cloth.

Another chapter?! Hope you enjoyed!

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