#jiga

🐱 talk while looking at me

🐥 im really gonna lose weight (and come back), everyone👋

🐱 but even without saying that, you already lost weight

🐥 i got to

🐥 next time, call me when you cry

🐱 i'll video call

🐥 yeah, video call me

Yoonmin are insane

Part 2

Content: non con (non sexual), drugging, whump, implied kidnapping, hospital, needles

Winter heaved a sigh as he turned his car off, looking at the big warehouse building in front of him. The idea of working in a place with no heat or AC made him cringe but he had to pay rent somehow and this was the only place offering a shift that would balance out with his college classes.

He slid out of the car, tucking his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. He had pulled his long black curls back into a neat bun, leaving a few strays loose that tickled his eyebrows.

He approached the door and took in the sign prompting visitors to press the button. He did as the sign said, waiting awkwardly and then, to his dismay, flinching when a voice finally crackled over the speaker.

“Can I help you?”

“Oh, uh,” he felt his face heating up with embarrassment as his green eyes recognized the lens of a camera beside the speaker. “I’m here for an interview.”

“Come on in,” the voice barked, followed by a clicking noise.

He pulled open the door and entered a small foyer, the click stopping after it closed behind him.

To his left, a woman slid the window open and offered him a smile. “Good afternoon, doll. Can I get your ID, please?”

He gave it to her, nervously tapping his fingers on the small counter. She got him signed in and offered him a visitor sticker with his name written sloppily on it. Then she slid a tote bag out to him.

“It’s a weird policy, but I need you to put your phone, keys, wallet, and your shoes in here,” she paused to consider before adding, iIf you’re wearing a belt or any other accessories, those need to go in the bag, too.”

“Oh...” he felt silly as he took off his shoes, neatly tucking them into the bag first. After depositing everything into the bag, she held her hand out to retrieve the bag.

“Glasses, too,” she said.

“Oh, but I can’t see very well witho-”

“Glasses, too,” she barked, causing Winter to flinch again before he nervously handed them to her. It looked like she smiled then as she disappeared behind the window. The door in front of him opened, revealing a person in red.

He couldn’t see them very clearly as they beckoned him to follow down a hallway. They entered a room with a desk and chairs.

“Please, take a seat,” the person said as they sat behind the desk.

He sat, nervously squinting to try and see anything better. “Uh... Um, when can I get my glasses back?”

“Oh, you won’t require them during this process,” they said dismissively as they tapped away at their keyboard. “Please confirm your name and date of birth,” they said after an awkward silence.

“Um... Winter Stevens. February fifteenth, nineteen ninety-five,” he could feel the fatigue in his eyes already. His irritation was starting to build up. He could only contain himself a moment longer before he abruptly stood up. “I am very uncomfortable without my glasses and I would like to have them back. Now, please?”

“Oh, dear,” they muttered, getting to their feet hastily. “I must insist that you sit back down. Aggression will not be tolerated.”

“I’m sorry,” Winter moved for the door. “I need to leave.”

“Oh, we can’t have that,” he heard them say as he tore into the hallway.

He moved quickly down the hallway, his socks slick against the tile floor. He turned left into the intersecting hallway, sure he went the correct way. Then he halted as he came to a set of double doors. Through the windows he could see only a lack of light. He turned around to go back and his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

A different person stood there, dressed in black with a hood over their face.

“Could you direct me to the entrance I came through? I seem to have lost my-”

The man lunged at him. He turned and bolted through the doors.

The space he was in now was completely dark. He held his breath, listening for any signs of life in his vicinity. He looked around, trying to see - well - anything.

He cried out as something pinched his neck. He felt an arm snake around his shoulders as he felt a warmth envelope his body from the inside out. A hand gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“Easy now,” a honeyed voice whispered in his ear.

“Nn-no,” he tried to resist as he was led forward into the dark.

“Shh, shh, relax, darling,” the voice murmured, fingers brushing soothingly down his cheek. “Let go. We’ve got you.”