Abduction || Woohyun x Yusuke
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 His attempts were futile. The novice fighter was easily grabbed by the supernaturally powered man. Woohyunâs fingers tightened around Jiminâs neck, shoving him forward against the wall and squeezing until he heard the satisfying pop of his neck breaking. He dropped the man who crumpled into a lifeless pile on the floor before turning to Namjoon, who was already bracing himself for the fight. Woohyun chuckled lowly, a sound much like he would make in a teasing way but its edge was as sharp as a knife. He stared straight into Namjoonâs eyes, his own green eyes swirling in an unusual darkness that they didnât usually possess. They circled each other like wild dogs about to fight. âWhat gave you the right to go after him? He has nothing to do with this.â He hissed out, clenching his fists tightly. Every inch of him was on fire, wanting to rip the manâs head straight off of his body, and he probably could. Yet another side of him was interested to hear his answer. Before the man could reply he felt Yoongi shift near his feet. At his distraction Namjoon bolted at him. Woohyun side stepped and grabbed onto the other manâs arm, twisting and throwing him to the floor with ease, his arm snapping in the process. He leaned and grabbed the gun that Yoongi had and fired two shots into the boyâs head.Â
 Namjoon groaned as he turned, his eyes glaring at Woohyun as he pushed himself back up. âThe fact youâre fucking with my shit gives me the right.â He spoke in return, not caring about the blood slowly flooding the floor. âTaking my business-â He heaved in a breath as he struggled with the pain of his arm, but Woohyun didnât move, knowing this man would be easy to take down.  âIâm going to kill you now that Iâve got you.â He stated and lunged weakly at Woohyun. The doll side stepped and let the man stumble forward. Then something happened, he got a rush of something, as if the spirits had followed him all the way there. He lifted his hand, a distance away from Namjoon and the man raised into the air, dangling there by the pull of spirits.  The manâs eyes widened in fright, flailing his free arm to try and wipe away whatever was holding him up. âWhat the fuck are you doing?!â He panted out, his voice laced with fear. âP-Put me down! What the fuck are you?!âÂ
 At that Woohyun chuckled. âYou can handle torturing my boyfriend. Raping him? But you canât handle a little light hovering?â  He stepped closer slowly, making Namjoon freak out even more. âYouâre lucky he is right over there. If he wasnât I would be skinning you alive, starting from your cock then over each limb. So youâd certainly still be alive as I tore the skin right off of your body. Iâd save your face for last. Maybe Iâd mail it to your family. Wouldnât they love to see the face of their beloved prodigal son wrapped up nicely in a box?â He smirked, his eyes flicking up and down the man. âFor the sake of Yusuke Iâll make this quick, but that doesnât mean I wonât enjoy it.â He growled and lunged his hand forward, his hand somehow breaking through the manâs ribcage so he could rip the beating heart from his chest. Then everything went quiet. Namjoonâs body fell to the floor as the spirits went to circle Yusuke.Â
 Woohyun felt the rush of anger be replaced with worry as he bolted to his loverâs side. Carefully he pulled Yusuke into his arms, fixing his pants before examining the damage on the boyâs face. He was glad he killed them. Anyone who could possibly hurt the angel he held must be straight from hell. âBaby..â He breathed out shakily, his eyes brimming with tears. Tears. Something he wasnât accustomed to. Only three times had he ever cried before but today, today was different. The bruising on Yusukeâs face made his stomach turn in anxiety. âI have to get you home.. I have to heal you..â He stated mostly to himself, wondering if Yusuke was even processing what was happening anymore. Humanâs were not meant for that sort of trauma. He couldnât even imagine how it must feel emotionally. He knew how it felt physically. Briefly, he looked at the rip in his shirt where the bullet entered him. Luckily injuries as such didnât effect him but he understood from when his doll was abused. Woohyun carefully stood, tears streaming down his face as he held his boyfriend gently in his strong arms, the spirits still clinging to the boyâs side.
