Chaconne | ENHYPEN

|Another|

"Who is he?"

Jeoju is thrown off at the confusing question. She tried to retrace her words to see if there was anything that brought up a 'he'. There wasn't.

"I'm sorry?"

Chris gets closer to Jeoju, landing his hands on one side of her waist and underneath her chin, holding her in place.

"I said, who is he?"

Jeoju quickly throws his hands off her and walks back to give a good amount of space between the two.

"There is no 'he', Chris."

"If there really is no 'he' as you claim, then I can continue to come see you as I please."

Chris snoops around the room, taking note of the seven bouquets on the floor. He squats in front of them and notices each bouquet had one white letter, each imprinted on the blood red colored ribbons that held the flowers together.

J, H, J, J, S, S, N

"That's not how that works, Chris. I have the right to my privacy and space and would like to keep it that way. I don't appreciate that at all."

Chris gets up and brings a bouquet with him, walking over to Jeoju again, who stands in the middle of the room.

"I'll have you know that when I see something I like, I always get what I want. And I will make damn sure that whoever sent you these lifeless things will never have you. You're mine, and only mine, you understand that? Mine."

*smack*

"Leave the room immediately, o--"

"Or what?"

Chris grips the same arm that was swung across his face, holding her in place, refusing to give her any movement, dropping the flowers in the process.

"Chris, let go, you're hurting me!"

"OR WHAT?! ANSWER ME GODDAMIT!"

He screams, causing Jeoju to start crying. Jeoju tries to pull away from Chris, only having his grip on her wrist tighter.

"Chris, please let go!"

Jeoju's free hand wraps around his to try to loosen his grip until Chris shoves her tense body into the mirror, shattering it in the process. Some of the shards poking through the now bloody material of her nightgown, Chris leans next to her ear, holding her body in place.

"I'm not letting you go unless you admit to me that you're only mine for me to have and to hold. Do you understand?"

Jeoju cries in silence, trying not to move against the shards of glass but also to not give in to Chris.

"..."

Chris's grip gets even tighter than before, breaking Jeoju's silence with a harsh gasp.

"Say it."

Just above a whisper, Jeoju is forced to reply against her will.

"I'm yours."

Chris throws Jeoju to the ground, some of the mirror falling down with her. Jeoju carefully holds her throbbing wrist as she cries in silence, watching as Chris leaves the room with a loud click.

Jeoju squeezes her eyes shut, trying to get over the overwhelming pain before making her way over to the door, desperately trying to open it. She cries again, realizing Chris had locked her in.