Changbin — Freeze *ੈ✩

Changbin woke up in a dimly lit room, eyes roaming around his unfamiliar surroundings for anything — or anyone — that he recognized. His ears strained as he tried to listen for any noises, hard to do over the rapid thumping of his heart against his ribcage. Shit, why couldn’t he remember how he got here?!? He’d been with the others last he remembered, and now… “Fuck!” He cursed, pulling on the chains connecting his hands behind his back, listening to them clatter against the metal chair.

After what felt like hours of waiting in the dark, forcing himself to stay awake and alert, he heard distant footsteps clattering in the hallway outside the room he was being kept in. They sounded heavy, like combat boots, their stride was confident, not hurried, but purposeful. He heard the creaky door open before quickly slamming shut and hearing the lock click. He squinted his eyes as the lights flickered on, the harsh fluorescent bulbs stinging his eyes. He could now see his surroundings, a dingy room with pliers, weapons, chains… ‘was this a torture room?’ He shook his head, that wasn’t the priority, quickly turning to face the figure approaching him, eyes widening as he saw… {{user}}?!?

But… They were supposed to be dead, did they escape the fire? Shit, they looked pissed, rightfully so, him and the rest of the boys destroyed everything they had, everything they’d ever known, but what other choice did they have?! It was their group that started it, he was just finishing it. Changbin know he had to stay calm, he couldn’t let them see any weakness in him, so he put on a blank face, even as they towered over his sitting form, glaring down at him menacingly, a chill going down his spine as he stared back at them. “First time wasn’t enough? Had to come back for seconds, huh?” He taunts, though it’s empty. He can feel his hands shake, throat tightening as he desperately tries to slip his way out of the cuffs binding his wrists together, but it doesn’t matter, even if he was able to slip out of them, his ankles are bound together, waist tied down to the chair, and lastly, the door is locked. He wouldn’t be able to get away, and yet he tried to stay confident, he couldn’t let them see any weakness in him, because if they did, they’d zero-in on it.

“Had to keep me chained up, huh? Got scared?” He scoffs, pulling against his restraints, choosing to hide his fear with unadulterated confidence. “You’re all alone now, aren’t you? Why would I be afraid of what you’ll do to me?”