The Eight Hues Of Han

Chapter 1

           "I will prepare the best materials
                  to keep you my prisoner.
        Just thinking of you locked up in here
                    makes me feel so...god.
               You will be so beautiful
     Don't forget that I loved you the moment
                          you became mine..."
             "Don't forget...we are in love"

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   "I could never forget...even if I wanted to."

I sighed, whispering into the long, sixteen by four, droplet spattered window. My freshly polished finger stroked, lined, and smudged the glass that caught the falling rain specks as they filled the silence of the empty penthouse with their patters.

This was just routine.

Jumin went to work early in the morning with a fixed look of sorrow and sovereignty as he kissed the strands of my hair goodbye, being sure to remind me where my boundaries laid within the first and second floor of the building. Then, he promptly went off to work for most of the day while I yearned once again for his presence.
He had completely forgotten about poor Elizabeth 3rd who had run away from home so many months ago because now, I'm the one he takes care of.

I glanced down at the spotless, ruby-red heels that restricted me daily. The small, blue, innocent crystals attached to the refined, fluffy red bows kept track of my every step while the glossy, black chain connected to my heels and merely a few feet long kept me from running.
To where I wouldn't know.
This penthouse is all I've ever known for a while. It's almost as if I've become desensitized while being here all alone.
I finally decided to stand from my place on the window sill and looked up at the clock. As I did, the cameras placed in the four corners of the ceiling pivoted my direction.

I paid them no mind.

4:47 the time read. Jumin should be home very soon now. I found myself sitting down on the premium, black leather couch, twitching my leg anxiously; listening to the jingle of the chain and crystal collide.

I was like a puppy who desirously awaited their masters arrival.

Even the tropical fish in the cylinder shaped aquarium seemed aware of what was to come, for they swam a tad bit quicker with each passing second.

Jumin was never a minute late when it came to returning home.

And as if right on que, I heard the sonorous voice of a security guard say,
                "Welcome back, Mr. Han."
I straightened up my hair and adjusted my dress as the steady clicks of dress shoes I patiently longed for grew closer. I took a deep breath as I heard the echoing steps come to a halt from behind me.
I held my chin high and elegantly turned around. "Welcome home, Jumin." I said with a smile.

     "Excuse me?
When did I allow you to be so formal?"

My cheeks descended into a bright shade of red as his eyebrows furrowed with unsettling confusion. "I-I mean Mr. Han." I quickly adverted my eyes to the floor. I watched as his polished, black shoes progressed towards me and my heart began to race. His long fingers tugged on the ends of his stripped sleeve cuffs before making their way to my chin. He lifted my head to meet him eye to eye and gently leaned in to kiss the top of my forehead.
I gasped in surprise.

                          "You're so cute."

He said, giving me a small smile. "It's occasions like this that make me want to rush home to you at once."
I blinked up at him.
Jumin chuckled as he began to leisurely stride away.
"I was only teasing you."
My eyes widened as I realized how foolish I must have looked.
Suddenly, Jumin stopped at the edge of his marble slab kitchen countertop and pulled out a lengthy velvet ribbon from his suit pocket.
In a deep, commanding voice he called out,

"{y/n}, come here."

My legs seemed to respond to his voice on their own desirable whim, keeping in mind to gracefully pace the floor in a timeless tempo.
My hands reacted differently though, as they seemed to foretell the future and began to cautiously wrap themselves around my soon to be constructed writs.

                To be continued....