The understanding strange (1/2)

Where are those voices coming from...? I recognize those voices....That laughter.

I opened my eyes that morning thinking I was dreaming, when the truth was I wasn't. The voices from those days were back. I heard dishes clanging together, singing and laughter. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself still in the same position like always. In the middle of the room, In the middle of the bed, tied up. I tried to sit up straight, but my back ached for me to sty still, for days I have been the same exact position, and my back had adjusted itself into a awkward position.

"Can anyone hear me? Help me! Please....Anyone."

What was I thinking? I might as well give up now, no one would help me, especially since they were clearly friendly towards him.

"Kim Myungsoo...Please tell me I've been hearing voices, tell me those screams I've been hearing are my imagination"

My head shot up, hearing a clear voice standing just outside of the door, so crying for help really did pay off.

"So that's his name...Kim Myungsoo...Why did it feel so familiar?"

I struggled around trying my hardest to stand up, to make it clear what was happening to me in here, but I couldn't, both my hands and legs were tied together, standing up, would only make me fall back down again. So I stared intently at the door, waiting desperately for it to open. When after what felt a lifetime it eventually did, I almost cried in joy. My eyes shot open seeing him followed along with another person.

I looked up at the stranger and admired his face. He was different from Myungsoo, and not in a bad way either. He appeared to be a little bit older then Myungsoo, his eyes were very small, but his glowing skin complemented them, he had soft pink lips, they were almost identical to Myungsoo's. The difference between the two was in the eyes. Myungsoo's eyes wear much weaker, this person's eyes seemed strong and confident.

They both stared directly at me still remaining at the doorway. I looked straight up at the stranger, not daring to speak a word until we were hopefully left alone. He stared at me with his pitiful eyes, it almost felt like he was apologizing for the painful position I was put in.

He didn't speak to me or to Myungsoo, he just stood there speechless staring at me and occasionally at my slightly wounded body.

After a few minutes, he left the room, leaving me alone with Myungsoo. He looked down at me and half smiled. I was disappointed to find he had left. If only he stayed...If only he could hear the pain I was feeling being put here like a trapped animal. Myungsoo then closed the door and left the room, leaving me alone, like always.

I wanted to scream, to yell that an opportunity to escape had come, yet I didn't do anything about it. But I couldn't nothing came out when I opened my mouth. So I sat there with my head down in shame, mentally punishing myself for allowing myself to be kept here like this.My head shot up again in surprise when I heard voices from just outside of the door again.

"What...What are you doing here Myungsoo? Do you realise if anyone ever found out, this would jeopardize out debut?"

The voice was soft and calming, it was like a mothers tone, telling her child that he couldn't have any more candy. Demanding yet so gentle and caring.

"I know what I'm doing...It's my life so let me do whatever I want, it's none of your concern, Sunggyu."