She approaches him in the library. He loved to read in his free time, and he had liked when she joined him. Had.
Today, he was curled up in the corner of the large building, a book on his knees.
"Hey babe," he greets without looking at her, "How--"
"I'm breaking up with you."
His head shoots up and stares at her.
"No," he replies. His tone was cold and hard, "You're not."
She runs a hand through her hair.
"It wasn't a question," she sighs, "You've been overly possessive lately, yet so distant. You ignore me when I talk to you and yell at me for the smallest 'mistake'. And yet you still have the audacity to expect me to treat you like a prince! I'm sick of it Jongin!"
She turns to leave, but he grabs her and swings her around roughly, slamming her into the brick wall.
"Don't call me Jongin ever again, (y/n)," he growls, "And you're not allowed to break up with me."
She attempts to push him off.
"I'll do what I want, Jongin," she replies coldly, "I'm my own person."
She didn't expect him to slam her into the wall. And she certainly didn't expect him to then harshly press his lips to hers. The kiss wasn't full of love like normal. It was full of possessiveness.
"You're not allowed to break up with me, (y/n)," he hisses, "Because you're mine."
