because team b (aka kim jinhwan aka mathyung aka ing bloody y bedroom voice aka) is destroying my life and literally begging me to vomit some about them idek what im doing somebody help me (im still sorry to everyone whos waiting for me to update the other fics i really cant say when because i really dont know when but basically if i do, its all thanks to the boys of team b for dragging me out of my slump) if someone likes team b just as much as i do feel free to hit me up ok ♥

main image cr. tobikokaru @ tumblr

Disclaimer: I don't own WIN's Team B.

This prologue is rated PG.

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It shouldn't be a surprise to him, because he's anticipated it for his entire life, from the second he was ripped from his mother's embrace to the second he was blindfolded and shot with a tranquilizer gun.

He wasn't even struggling.

His chin was seized - forced to stare into the eyes of the middle-aged man, holding the gaze for a full five seconds before his chin was dropped and he already hears the footsteps trailing away.

"I guess that one will do, but I don't like his eyes. And give him the shot, just in case."

Immediately, Jinhwan's entire body seizes up and his mouth drops open, tears already springing to his eyes as he tries to protest because no, please, just not the shot!, but in a second, five pairs of hands are on him and a strip of cloth is harshly pulled over his eyes.

His tears stain the cloth.

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Jinhwan wakes up to darkness, and his entire body is on fire.

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He tries clawing at something - anything, because the heat's consuming him and he's about to suffocate but his hands are bound tightly behind and his left ankle is chained to the ground. Jinhwan's heavy breathing grows into strangled gasps, saliva pooling inside his mouth and streaks of tears streaming behind the blindfold.

Ah... ah...! C-control yourself... it's just t-the drug t-taking its effects...

Jinhwan knows he's already completely because he can feel a cool breeze raising hairs on his pebbled skin. But even so, he's burning.

He remembers the last time the drug was in his system.

So shameless.

A ripple of tremors attack his body and Jinhwan moans audibly, mouth opened so wide that saliva spills from the corner of his lips and onto his pale thigh.

You were made for this. Your body was made for this, Jinhwan.

"Nngh... n-no! P-please, a-ah! Someone, please-"

There's a sudden sliver of light that spills into the dark room, and amidst the loud buzzing in his ears, Jinhwan recognizes the creak of the door. There's someone watching him.

Suddenly, his throat closes, as if his entire airway's been shut off. All of a sudden, he feels dull, burning pain behind his neck, as if someone had placed hot iron around his sensitive skin. A series of numbers and coding flashes beneath his eyelids and then there's a white, hot flash.

It hurts too much to scream.

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When Jinhwan wakes up for the second time, he's calm.

Or he's supposed to be, because he's tucked under a white comforter, on a white bed, in a white room. There's a boy his age sitting on a pale stool next to the bed, his cold eyes staring right through him. Jinhwan flinches at the gaze and immediately looks away.

Suddenly, against his own will, his neck sharply turns back so that he's forced to stare at the stranger.

"W-wha... how...?"

The stranger cracks a smile and Jinhwan almost relaxes until he sees the split-second flash of darkness in his eyes and suddenly he's pushed into the mattress, his wrists pinned above his head and the boy's weight on his body.

"Can't you tell? I'm Kim Hanbin - your Soulmate, and you're my..."

Immediately, Jinhwan's cheeks flush pink and the back of his neck throbs in pain, as if finishing off the boy's sentence.

"P-please... don't..."

Please don't say it!

"...Imprint."

With the last word, Jinhwan seems to go limp in the boy's arms, no longer struggling, no longer alive. His Soulmate stares at him, the corner of his lip perks up in a cruel sneer.

"That's it? I thought you'd put up more of a figh-"

Hanbin's cut off by the soft, desperate press of lips against his own before the mouth pulls away and presses on his again. Hesitant, inexperienced pecks that seem to dissolve all his frustration.

"What... what the hell are you doing?" he breathes, and Jinhwan's eyes immediately spring open, his cheeks stained red.

"I... I... I just thought... if I resisted... what good would that do?"

Jinhwan's breathing is heavy and choked now, and he feels completely vulnerable. Arching his upper body off the bed, he looks solemnly at Hanbin who's staring right at him, then closes his eyes and hovers so close to Hanbin - but not kissing him. His tongue dips out and across the unmoving boy's bottom lip for a brief second.

"S-so please, don't break me too badly."

His wrists are sudden released, and there's a shift of the mattress, before Hanbin shuffles to his feet. Jinhwan peeks opens his previously-scrunched eyes tentatively and he's unsure of what to do. Hanbin's standing at the foot of his bed, one hand covering his face.

He can't make out his expression.

"Just what the hell is wrong with you," Hanbin's voice cracks, "you're driving me crazy."