Hyunjins POV:
"No. ❤️"
At that moment it looked like something like in Mr. Bang snapped. It was satisfying almost, to push him till he broke.
Mr. Bang slithered his hand threw my hair, grabbing the soft strands with force as he yanked my head back,
"Listen to me brat. Get in the car now. Or else i won't spare you or any shit you tell me."
Tears began welling up at the sharp pain of my hair pulled... but at the same time, a tingle that sent a rush of blood to my sensitive areas, and ecstasy so great, i felt dizzy.
I wanted more.
I needed more.
"What if i don't Mr. Bang-"
What happened next was one i'd never expect.
A sharp sting seared my cheek as the silence around us grew tenfold.
Mr bang had slapped me.
and...
i liked it.
Chans' POV:
The rest of the ride home, the brat sat in silence, looking straight ahead.
Had i gone to hard?
But my worrying was for nothing, as i saw him shuffle his thighs, attempting to hide the hard on with his useless skirt.
He was perfect for me. The unfound desires he had resting with in him was one of which i could fix.
He was like me, in a way.
The crave for something most would find apalling, the need to be tamed.
I on the other hand seeked for control. Something i demanded in every aspect of my life.
Obedience, control and submission.
These three things i stipulate over any relationship.
But i didn't have to worry about breaking Hyunjin down and to enforce these rules ,he was already pliable and blank, like a empty canvas waiting to be painted.
And i would paint him alright.
As we neared my house, i saw Hyunjin looking up, gazing at his whereabouts.
"I thought you were dropping me home." He said in a small voice, refusing to look at me.
"First of all, you're drunk off your ass. Secondly, you live alone in the sketchiest apartment complex in New York, and its 2:00 am, and your barely dressed." I gave him a look, "Do i need to list more reasons?"
I saw the younger roll his eye's in the overhead mirror, "I am wearing clothes.. father." he ridiculed under his breath, getting out the car.
This little shit wont learn will he.
I shove him against the car door, causing it to slam shut once again.
He looked up startled, the innocent doe eye's boring into my soul.
"Wanna say that again?" i growled, pushing my body against him. I could feel his warm silky skin of his neck, right next to my mouth.
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nocturne
Fanfiction[ ON HIATUS } A Hyunchan story Hwang Hyunjin was a pianist. Bang Chan was a music professor. Hwang Hyunjin went to Juilliard. Bang Chan taught there. Hwang Hyunjin was pretty. Bang Chan was frustrated. TW: Smut Heavy language Cross dressing ...