Junhong followed Jongup closely, feeling a little uncomfortable and out of place as they made their way through a loud and crowded club. It had been Jongup's idea to come here, assuring the younger teen he would love it. So far, he just felt uncomfortable. The club wasn't in a good part of town and he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Still, Junhong didn't want to seem lame by backing out at the last minute. “What's wrong?” Jongup's voice broke him out of his thoughts, speaking over the loud music. Junhong shrugged and the older laughed. “You just need to loosen up.” He reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bar.
And Junhong thought that was a good idea; drinks would definitely help him loosen up and relax so he didn't hesitate to down the first drink Jongup ordered for them, both of them flashing their fake I.D's. It wasn't long until Junhong's world was spinning and he was feeling positively wasted – which seemed a little odd considering he could normally drink a lot and only feel the slightest bit tipsy. But, he didn't care. He felt good, he felt really damn good as his body warmed up. The music was louder than before, the vibrations shaking him to his core as he tried to stand up.
He felt Jongup grab him by his waist, holding him steady and then he smiled through lidded eyes. “I think I drank too much.” He slurred, the world spinning faster with each passing minute. The lights were blinding and his heart was racing, the good blissful buzz was beginning to wear off and he was starting to feel sick. “I-I think I should go. . . home.” He struggled to speak.
“I think you need to just sit down for a moment.” Jongup spoke over the music, guiding him towards some stairs. The younger teen wanted to protest – he just wanted to go home, he felt so sick but he couldn't even get his voice to work. A door opened and then he was guided towards a leather couch before being nearly pushed back onto it. Junhong tried to move but every inch of his body felt paralyzed, his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.
“Jongup.” An unfamiliar voice called out. Junhong tried to look and see who it was but his vision was too blurry. “Boss will be here soon, he's running a bit late. . . anyway, well done.”
Junhong heard his friend snort. “It's not like it was difficult.” What were they talking about? What was going on? Nothing was making sense. “He's really trusting.” The stranger chuckled at that and more words were spoken but the teen couldn't understand them. Something was wrong, he knew something was wrong but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he could barely think. The door opened and then Junhong heard something about money. What's happening?
Junhong felt someone grab his chin, forcing him to look up and he squinted, trying to see who it was through the blurriness. “Betrayal hurts, doesn't it?” The man spoke, staring deeply into his eyes.
Betrayal?
The word repeated round and round inside his head, darkness threatening to take over. Junhong tried to fight it, but he couldn't as the darkness finally overcame him.