Desire [Ateez Smut]

The Good Boy Pt.10 [Yeosang]

A/N:
This chapter acts to further the plot of this short story. It includes scenes and themes that could be disturbing and/or triggering to some readers, including but not limited to: 

kidnapping

rape

violence

Read at your own discretion.

Jiwon fucked Jongho's brains out for  many more rounds until the sun had set and the poor kid ended up passing out.

Jiwon was tired too, but she couldn't join him in his sleep. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she put her head in her hands, realizing what she had said to him wasn't just in the heat of the moment. It was true. Somehow, her new pet had clawed his way into her heart and made the impossible: he had revived a spark of love in the dead and decayed heart she kept between her ribs.

"Fucking hell..." Jiwon mumbled, stressed. What was she going to do? Jongho was such a sweetheart. He was a good kid, with a promising future and his whole life ahead of him. She had never meant to ruin him, she just wanted to have some fun with the school's perfect good boy. The thought of breaking his angelic little heart sounded like the worst possible sin Jiwon could commit... but what choice did she have? Angels like him weren't meant to fly this low. And she wouldn't let him.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry," Jiwon whispered to Jongho's unconscious form as she soaked a handkerchief in chloroform before pressing it against his nose to ensure he stayed unconscious for long enough.

She then went into her bathroom and removed a few tiles off a specific spot on the wall to retrieve her getaway bag, making sure she had enough cash in it. And that, she did. Living a life like hers, being her father's daughter, Jiwon was more than prepared for an escape. 

She opened the medicine cabinet behind the mirror over the sink to retrieve her first aid kit and put it into her bag. As she closed it, the mirror reflected Jongho's sleeping form, sprawled on her bed. She couldn't help but stop and stare at his reflection for a second, and her heart began to weigh. As she put her hair up to then put on her wig, her heart only became heavier, unable to tear her eyes away from his reflection. She couldn't bring him. His whole life was here. His family, his friends, his bright, hard-earned future... she should have never let him get involved with her. She was awful for him. And Jiwon knew it.

She also knew he was too infatuated with her to accept it if she tried to talk him out of coming with her. So she wouldn't give him a choice.

She hated to admit it, but to pull off every part of her plan, she'd need help. Looking different enough from her regular self, Jiwon sat on her desk and scribbled down a letter with instructions. She then went out of her room and slipped the letter under the door to her dungeon, setting the digital padlock to not let her pets out until a few hours later, when they'd be too late to stop her. 

And just like that, Jiwon left her house on lockdown to make sure no one could come for her pets while she made her escape. Honestly? She hated having to do this. She wished she could've had one last good fucking with each of her pets, or at the very least gave them each a tight hug goodbye, but it was now or never.

As she jogged away from her house, however, she heard a rustle in the bushes. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound, but it was too late. She felt a sharp pain in her neck, and her eyes went wide as her hand went to the dart sticking out of it. The adrenaline pumping through her veins only made her heartbeat quicken, and the effects of the tranquilizer spread through her with matching speed. As she began to hear her own heartbeat in her ears, she knew she was doomed.