Now, tell me you hate me
더 이상 널 버틸 수 없어
But I know, you and me
어쩔 수 없어 (oh-oh)
𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 𝓟𝓞𝓥
I woke up the next morning to the bed empty and warm air seeping through the vents in the room. I got out of bed and walked out of the room to explore the house more. I haven't seen much of it only the garden, kitchen, office, and one of the many living rooms. I walked down the hall and made a right. There were many rooms. They looked clean, almost like a hotel room after being freshened up for the next guest. It was simple, a bed with expensive-looking sheets, a few windows, and a desk. They all looked the same but nice, not as nice as the room me and Chan slept in but nice enough.
I close the door and walk around more. There wasn't much, simple rooms, bathrooms, and some hallway closets. I walk downstairs to get something to eat and see Lisa with 3 other women sitting at the table and talking. As I get closer, they all turned and looks at me. Lisa smiled and waved and I did the same, the other just smiled and nodded in acknowledgment. "Hey kid, how'd you sleep?" a girl with blond hair asked. "Just fine, thanks. Who are you all though?" I ask as I sat with them.
"I'm Rose, that's jisoo, that's Jennie, and you already know Lisa." she said. I nodded and thought about what I wanted to say next. I don't know if I can trust them. I can trust Lisa but what about the others, what if I say something and they tell Chan? What if he hurts me because of it? "You can trust us you know. Between all of us, we hate Chan, he's sick and he doesn't need to take you away from your life for his pleasure." Jennie said as she leaned closer to me. I looks over and I was met with genuine smiles from all of the girls. I guess if Lisa trusts them, I can too.
"Well, if you hate Chan, why work for him?" I ask. Jisoo's face turned into a frown and I knew I messed up. "Well the pay is good but we just can't, if we do he will find us. He has a logo on our clothes that have built-in trackers so he can find us wherever. Even if we take off our clothes, we still have a tattoo on our hands that has tracking powder in it, running away is useless." She explained. I thought back to when I left. I had put on a hoodie that Chan gave me, it was dumb but I thought he wouldn't have possibly found me if I had it. That must have been how he found me, or at least what brought him closer to finding me.
"Well, it's not all bad. We have a roof over our heads, food, and clean and warm water. "What about Wooyoung, doesn't he have a house?" I asked. Not that I knew I just assumed he did. "Anyone who works as Chan's right-hand men get to live in their own house. We are just maids so we stay in the quarters in the basement. But people like Wooyoung and the others can live on their own but that doesn't mean that they don't have the tracker on them." Jennie explained.
I sat there as I let all of the info sink in. How can someone so famous and sweet be so crazy and menacing? What happened to the Chan who I met at the event? The one I dated? The one who would comfort me whenever I felt sad? I started to cry as I thought about the past. The times when Chan would come to my dorm and cuddle with me. The times he would drag me to watch the stars. The times we would play music as loud as we could in his house back in Korea. He was so nice back then, what made him change like this? What made him so desperate for me?
As the tears flowed down my cheek silently, I felt arms wrap around me. I look up to see the girls hugging me, all I could do was hug them back as I sobbed quietly. "I just wish he could go back to the way he was." I sobbed. I told myself I wouldn't cry for him buts so hard not to. How could he change into this? Was it my fault? I calmed down and they all sat next to me. "I know you hate how he changed but you can't fix him. There's no way to change someone as crazy as him." Lisa said. I knew this, but I still at least want him to try and get better.
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Red Lights
FanfictionBased on Stray Kids song Red lights ======================================== According to most people, love is a precious thing. A necessity to live a good life. But sometimes, love isn't really love. Sometimes it's an obsession, an excuse to have p...
