A Brother's Smile

**Warning: violence**

-Your POV-

You woke up in a daze, blinking rapidly to get rid of the black spots that swam across your vision. Wherever you had been taken, you were sure you wouldn't be found. Shivering, you took your time to take in your new surroundings. The concrete walls hinted that you were possibly in a basement or some sort of cellar. A basement or a cellar, where? In someone's house?

You tried to move your arms, only to be met with resistance and found your wrists bound by chains. you gingerly tugged at them to find the source and discovered that the chains were attached to a bar on one of the walls. Somewhere in the semidarkness, there was a door, a way out, but where, you couldn't quite tell. So, how would you be found if you couldn't even locate the door, yourself? You felt tears sting your eyes. It was hopeless and you now regretted declining Hyunjin's invitation to walk home with you. But, what would have happened if he had come along? Would you have both been kidnapped? Or would you have gotten home safe and sound?

There came the sound of scraping and you quickly glanced around, looking for its source, "H-hello?"

A single light turned on, almost blinding you. In the shadows, you could see a section of one of the walls move, a small doorway cut into the concrete, itself. It had been hidden in plain sight the entire time. A head appeared around the corner, then an arm and a leg. At last, the rest of the body followed allowing you to see who it was. You squinted to make out the figure's features.

It was no one that you knew.

"What do you want from me?" you asked.

"Him. Park Jisung."

"But why? What did Jisung ever do to you?" You asked.

The man smiled and for some reason, that smile unsettled you. Why? Because it looked almost exactly like Jisung's.

"I'm his brother."

The words stung like a physical blow.

*Brother?

"J-jisung never mentioned having a brother. How could this be?"

The man laughed, "That's because things happened between us." Then he walked up to you, his black eyes glittering in the light. Standing directly in front of you, your captor leaned over until his lips were next to your ear, "I would never trust him if I were you. He can betray anyone. Even you."

You jerked your head away from him, "You're crazy." His hand hit your face with a snap. Your cheek stung.

"You don't have the right to say anything, sweetheart." He stepped away from you looking over your body almost possessively, "Now that I have something he wants, he'll be frantically looking. But he won't find you. At least, not in time." You felt bile rising in your throat and forced yourself to swallow it down.

"Now, how about a little fun, shall we?" The man backed into the shadows for a few moments, only to reappear with a crowbar in his hands. You felt yourself tremble, your throat constricting.

You flinched as he approached. Then he raised the crowbar.

"Scream loud, okay?" The sick smile he gave you now looked nothing like his brother's.

Scream you did.

Until all your saw was black.

-

When you woke up, you shivered. Your body ached. The smell of blood in the air made you crinkle your nose.

"Ah, so she awakes. You have only five minutes left to live. I guess he's not coming to save you."

You saw the crowbar in his hands and flinched away, not willing to accept anything that you were hearing, "he'll find me, he will!"

Jisung's brother shook his head, his cold, dark eyes glittering, "If he does, I'll kill him, myself. You watch. And soon it will be all over for you, too, okay?" He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, "won't it, sweetie?"

You spit into his face. The look in his eyes turned to fury.

"I see how it is, sweetheart." You screamed as the crowbar smashed into your side.

"Ohohoho, you're going to hell for this," you looked up with pure fury that matched his own, your stubbornness setting in. Suddenly, you weren't fearful. There was no way that you were going to let yourself die without a good fight.

As if on cue, you heard the sound of gunshots going off one by one, muffled by the thick walls but still audible. Your heart jumped as hope bubbled up.

You smiled through dry, cracked lips and let out a harsh chuckle, even though it hurt, "Have fun dying, okay? Sweetheart?"

*Sweetheart my A-S-S.

His horrified expression was priceless.

Your captor cursed and turned around as the door burst open. There he was, the gun in his hands, his cold eyes focused. You awed over his brown hair and handsome features that you had perhaps never noticed before. Or maybe it was just delirium.

"Good evening, f*cker."

"Hello, brother."

"What dumbass brother, where, Park f*cking Jihoon? Care to explain yourself?"

Your captor laughed maniacally, and you could see how truly mental he really was. It made you shiver, "You found us. Now, will you be able to survive?" You watched in horror as five figures appeared in the doorway, their guns all pointed at Jisung.

No way. There was no way for him to survive this. The tears stung your eyes, again.

"You'll get what you deserved, finally," the man said, "Kill him."

"Wait, I have backup coming. Make this a fair fight." His brother hesitated.

Jisung only looked your way and smiled, grimly. You could almost hear him say, "don't worry, Y/N." But you were already too worried. Worried that you were about to see him die. No backup came.

Your captor raised his eyebrows, "Bluffing, aren't you? You can shoot him now before he spews any more lies."

Jisung swung around, looking at his attackers. You heard their weapons click, bullets being loaded, ready to shoot, and you closed your eyes, waiting to hear their clatter. Waiting for someone to fall, dead.

Nothing happened.

"Hands up, 뒤돌아." (hands up dwi dora)

hands up, turn around.

You opened your eyes, hearing an unfamiliar voice.

Red hair and blazing eyes. An icy gaze. He appeared out of the shadows, moving like silk. A smirk appeared on his face but his eyes stayed cold. You, awed by his appearance, silently wondered who he was.

Your captor smiled, "is this your backup? Not much, eh?"

"I wouldn't talk like that if I were you. We know I'm the boss," the red-haired man said, lightly. And just like that, another nine faces appeared. And then ten more. Amongst them were several faces that you recognized: Jisung's friends from school.

Your captor's eyes went as wide in shock. He glanced around nervously as did his men at the mob that now surrounded them.

"Now," you heard Jisung say, "are you willing to give up? Brother?"

Say yes. Say yes.

"Hmph. Not yet." Out of nowhere, your captor pulled out a gun aimed and fired at Jisung's chest, right where his heart should be.

Your mouth opened to let out a scream. Your scream never came.

He was still standing.

The man stared, not believing his eyes and you couldn't blame him.

Jisung's smirk spread into a dark smile, "didn't think you would see that coming, did you?" He discharged his own gun and you watched the man stumble back a few steps, clutching his own chest. Then he fell to his knees and slumped over. The rest of his men turned to flee, only to be brought down by the rest of Jisung's backup. It was all over in a blink of an eye.

"Mark, get the pliers," the red-haired man ordered one of the others in the group as he eyed the bodies on the floor with distaste, "Johnny and Yuta, let's get these bodies out for disposal."

The rest of the group relaxed. Jisung still stood in the center of the room, looking down at the body of his dead brother, but his eyes remained cold. Then he turned and ran towards you as one of the boys came up with a pair of pliers. Snip. Snap. You collapsed into Jisung's arms, relieved.

"I'm sorry I'm late." you heard him whisper in your ear, "I should have gone to the party with you."

You thought of Hyunjin and how he had asked to take you home and felt regretful.

You remembered your captor's words:"I would never trust him if I were you. He can betray anyone. Even you."

The words echoed in your mind as you took a deep breath, staring up at Jisung.

"Jisung?"

"Hm?"

"Do you really like me? Or is there something else?"