ᵈᵃʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ | ᶜʰᵃⁿᵐⁱⁿˢᵘⁿᵍ

you don't own me

Jisung went straight to his room after getting out of the shower, not wanting to see either of the two males right now.

Closing his door, he sighed as he realized there wasn't a lock.

Of course there isn't a lock, why should I have privacy?

Jisung plopped down onto his bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

His mind was trying to comprehend what Lee Know had said, but it was all so much that it almost hurt.

He couldn't understand how they think this is okay, how this is acceptable.

Kidnapping someone to be your boyfriend? That's insane.

Sitting up, Jisung's fingers traced the material of the collar around his neck.

A knock was heard on the door before it opened, Chan soon peaking his head inside. "Hi, doll."

Stepping inside the room, he closed the door behind him, Jisung watching his every move as he moved back on his bed.

"I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay." Chan stood at the end of the younger's bed, his eyes taking in the boy's figure while the younger was staring at the duvet.

Jisung hated making eye contact with Chan. He hated seeing that hungry and dark look in his eyes.

"You don't have to lie, I know you don't want to check on me." Jisung spoke gently, wanting the older to really tell him why he was in his room.

Chan took a seat on Jisung's bed, taking the boy's hand in his own.

Jisung looked up to meet the older's gaze, waiting for him to say something.

"Lee Know told you the story, about why you're here." Jisung nodded in response, signaling Chan to continue.

"He's afraid that you hate us now." Chan admitted, his tone almost sad. "Tell me what's on your mind, doll."

Jisung stared back into Chan's eyes, getting lost in how they glistened with darkness, a glimmer of love inside.

"What if I don't want to be your boyfriend?" Jisung asked softly, fearing the answer.

Chan's lips curled into a soft smile, almost a grin. "I'm afraid you don't really have a choice on that one, doll."

"But you can't make me be your boyfriend. You don't own me."

That was the wrong thing to say, and Jisung knew it as soon as it slipped past his lips.

Chan cocked an eyebrow, letting go of the boy's hand as he stood up, anger clouding his eyes.

Fuck, why did I say that? Jisung scolded himself for letting his mouth run faster than his brain.

"You don't think I own you?" Chan started, slowly advancing towards the boy, Jisung crawling backward with every step.

As Jisung's back hit the wall behind him, Chan began to crawl over the smaller's frame, trapping him.

Jisung felt helpless under the male. Like prey caught by the hunter, he knew he was in danger.

"Doll, I own every inch of you. You belong to me." Chan seethed, fury clouding his mind.

Smirking, he added, "I think you need a reminder that you're mine."

Jisung shook his head as Chan got up, pulling the younger up as well.

Before the brunette could protest, he was slung over the older's shoulder, rendering him helpless.

As Chan walked down the hallway, Lee Know came rushing up the stairs.

"Honey, what are you doing?" His tone was full of worry as he locked eyes with Jisung, seeing the terror in them.

"Teaching him a lesson." Chan stated coldly as he opened the door to a room Jisung hadn't been introduced to yet.

Lee Know began to run down the hallway, hoping to stop the older from harming their beloved.

But Chan was quicker than the blonde, slamming the door shut and locking it.

"Honey, think about this. Don't do this, I'm sure he didn't mean anything." Lee Know bit his lip, knowing his cries for Chan to be rational wouldn't work.

Chan was seeing red, and nobody could stop him.

Tossing Jisung onto a bed, the younger was finally able to get a good look at the room.

It looked more like a medieval torture room than anything else.

"What are you...What are you going to do?" Jisung questioned gently, his eyes finally meeting Chan's.

"Well," Chan began, crawling onto the bed, slowly pulling the brunette up the mattress until he was laying nicely in the center.

Jisung was too scared to fight against Chan. He can only assume that whatever is to come will be worse if he fights back.

He just hopes whatever is to come isn't as bad as he thinks it's going to be.

"First, I'm going to ruin you. Take your virginity. Then, I'm going to give you a pretty little marking so that you'll always remember that you belong to me."

His voice was dull, monotone, and lifeless, as he hovered over the smaller.

He spoke so casually, almost seeming to be excited as he stared back into Jisung's horror filled eyes.

Chan couldn't wait to see the boy crying, begging him to stop. He wanted to hear him scream, cry, and moan. Chan wanted to absolutely ruin the boy beneath him.

Jisung's eyes welled up, shaking his head gently. "Please. Don't...don't..." He couldn't even finish the sentence, feeling ill.

Chan pouted mockingly, reaching up to take hold of one of Jisung's wrists, placing it within a restraint.

"Sorry, doll. I wasn't asking."