Chapter 19:Dead

The next morning, Sehun found himself in agony. His leg burnt like literal hell and he got beaten black and blue at least four times. Or maybe it was five. He felt so tired, but he knew that nightmares would await him if he drifted into sleep.

He wanted to know if Luhan was safe. If the deer was okay, it made the whole situation just a little bit better. But he knew that Luhan wasn't okay. He was vulnerable, emotionally and physically having not been trained to deal with these situations.

His hands grabbed a pocketknife that was forever stowed away in his jacket pocket and slid it against the ropes. It would take time, but the mafia boss knew that if he broke that one-knot, they would all fall apart. He would be able to escape. He would find Luhan.

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"What do you find special in Sehun?" Lui's dominative voice lured over the small deer.

Luhan answered confidently while Lui narrowed his eyes. What a pathetic excuse for love. To Lui, love was about producing an heir that could do as good a job as you did. Maybe even better.

"But how do you know that Sehun really loves you back?" He questioned, a corrupted sort of triumph cut in his tone. Luhan froze, before relaxing. His hands gripped the black blanket that was wrapped around his increasingly thin frame.

When he didn't respond, Lui began to take threatening steps towards the boy, who shuddered and held his hands over his face defensively. Lui smirked and stopped walking.

Sehun had told him his true feeling lots of times, with an equal level of confidence that the deer used when speaking of the mafia boss.

"Because he told me. Not only through his words, but his actions also." Luhan's voice trailed off shyly.

"Sehun doesn't care for you. I know my brother- he's just using you for his own needs. That's what a true mafia boss would do." Lui's words cut into Luhan's heart one by one.

The deer thought back to the eavesdropping incident when the higher-ranking Exo members were playing poker in the basement. Sehun's words that he had trusted were a lie. Maybe he was too trusting of Sehun. Maybe the mafia boss really didn't care for him at all.

"Doubting yourself?" Lui mocked, laughing as if Luhan's feelings didn't exist.

"Never. Sehun does love me! You're wrong!" His voice cracked, giving away how desperate and broken he felt on the inside.

"You're chasing after him like that stupid deer drawing of yours. You keep going and going, but in the end it escapes to someone else, and you get hurt. The memories of it haunts you forever, doesn't it?" Lui cackled.

"Don't talk about that deer drawing! Sehun loves me. I love him! Our hearts belong to each other!" Luhan whispered softly, words fragile.

"Hmm. I would check over that if I were you." Lui slammed the metal door violently. As soon as the tall Chinese-Korean man left, Luhan broke down into tears, his body shaking. The words that he had heard about Sehun. The drugs, the and the murders. The newfound fear that had installed itself in Luhan. What if Sehun really was using him for his own selfish needs?

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Halfway there...Sehun's pocketknife was doing surprisingly well against the thick binding, but his hands shook as his injury drained even more blood from him. The red liquid had actually seeped through into the tough rope; Sehun tried to ignore it and work through the rope quicker.

He could feel the rope hanging onto its final thread before breaking. The rest of binding fell away, leaving Sehun alone on the chair in the center of the room. His gaze fixated onto his left thigh, which was now covered in a vibrant red, even if you couldn't see it very well due to Sehun's fondness of wearing dark colours.

The Korean mafia boss took a sharp inhale of air as he peeled off his black skinny jeans and stared at the knife wound. It looked horrible, scabbing over in various shades of scarlet and still oozing out fresh blood. His vision faltered a little. Sehun pulled his jeans back up and stood on his feet with difficulty from his chair.

He studied himself in a mirror that was attached to the wall, somewhat unfazed by what he saw. A large cut on his left cheek. Eyeliner smudged all over his eyes. Blood drooling down his chin. A bruise on his right jawbone. Still, he looked y, just in a different way. He searched for a tissue to wipe the blood from his sharp features, but his search came up disappointingly empty. Oh well. He wasn't prepared to spit back of his hand and wipe the red substance off anyway. That was just plain unhygienic. And a little gross, now that Sehun thought about it.

He tapped the keys on the keypad and a few seconds later; it flashed green and the door opened. Stupid Wang Lui, never covering the passcode. He stepped out carefully however he forgot that the door was heavy, so it slammed loudly behind him, making him curse under his breath.

Well, that's just brilliant. Sehun reprimanded himself.Now they're going to know that you're gone, idiot.

He shook his head softly, before reminding himself what he escaped for. To find Luhan. Of course, to kill Lui and go home would be great, but he wasn't going to do so without the deer under his total protection. He had already failed once, and he wasn't going to fail again.

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Luhan rocked on his , legs tucked into his arms. It was almost like he was in a trance; staring into space. He wasn't sure if yet another group of older men would come in and use his body for their own ed needs, but they haunted his nightmares and living moments as well.

Not that his life was really worth anything right now. Not without Sehun. He only had an urge to live because he held on to a rather useless hope that maybe, (just maybe) the mafia boss would save him from this literal torture.

He sighed softly, before a loud slam made him jump. It sounded like one of the metal doors being slammed, a sign that somebody was walking around the basement. To search for him? To do things to him? To hurt him? Luhan shivered as multiple scenes replayed in his mind.

He glanced at something shimmering to his far right, gleaming for the deer's attention. It was smashed glass, probably from a wine glass. The pieces lay undisturbed, until Luhan picked a shard up and inspected it.

Maybe he wasn't really thinking straight. Maybe he wasn't thinking at all. The shard cut into the skin of his wrist, and in that moment, a certain person decided to barge into the room.

The deer froze and looked up, fear slapped across his innocent features.

Only it wasn't a just a person. It was two. A barely conscious Sehun struggled in Lui's firm grip, who was grinning psychotically. Luhan's horror-stricken gaze noticed the knife marks on Sehun's face and arms, before it reached Lui's face, which was covered in scratch marks and bruises. A large knife was placed in Lui's hand, covered from handle to tip in blood. It didn't take a genius to figure out whose blood it was.

"I-I..." Luhan dropped the shard of glass before trying to make excuses. Lui smiled, but it wasn't a genuine smile. It soon turned into a deep scowl.

"Don't do that. Your new owner won't like scars on you that he hasn't inflicted himself." Sehun's eyes widened at the mention of 'owner.'

"O-Owner?" Luhan squeaked. Sehun managed to kick Lui hard on the shin, only to be grasped tighter. He groaned as his older brother punched the knife wound on his leg.

"Why of course, Lulu. You don't expect me to keep you, right? I don't want more responsibility on my shoulders!" Lui spat as Luhan curled up into a ball.

"But I don't have an owner..." The deer whispered, barely audible to the Oh brothers. Sehun's fists tightened as he felt air escape from his lungs slowly.

"Correction. In a few moments, you won't have an owner." Lui pulled out a gun and dropped Sehun's body on the floor. Luhan's eyes widened and scrambled over to his lover's body. Sehun couldn't die like this. No way.

Bang!

Blood seeped out in a puddle around the two, and Luhan closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Sehun's frame. But it wasn't wet with blood.

"Luhan! Luhan!" A familiar voice called from the entrance of the dark room, followed by several pairs of boots hitting the ground. Luhan's eyes snapped open to find Chanyeol and Suho dragging Lui's body out of the room. Baekhyun stood with a gun in his hands, eyes filled with concern to the couple on the floor.

"Baekhyun?" The deer's voice cracked with relief at the sight of the man. He looked down at Sehun, who was miraculously not dead.

"Come on! I really don't want to see you guys dead by the end of today."