serenade. [2won ff]

[two] what are you hiding?

Trigger warning: this fanfiction has nothing to do with the idols in real life and is based solely on fiction. If you don't like dark content or 18+, this fanfiction is probably not for you

Chapter 2

There was pounding against his chest as he felt the male's grip tighten around his own wrist. Hyungwon couldn't help but slightly struggle, afraid to know what was beyond those chamber doors.

As the male come to a halt in front of the doors, he loosens his strong hold on Hyungwon, causing him to quickly place his own wrists in each of his hands to sooth the pain. He heard a small chuckle as he did this, along with a whisper as the other seemed to search his pockets, "You might as well get used to it."

Get used to it? Hyungwon questioned. He wasn't sure what the male meant by these words, and the pounding in his ears helped him ignore these thoughts.

The male beside him finally pulled out whatever he had been searching for: a key. He stuck the object into the lock of the door, pushing it open the second a click was heard.

Hyungwon was lost in his own thoughts, to the point he never noticed a hand pressing to the middle of his back, pushing his body inside of the room. Caught off guard, he fell to the ground, his palms saving him from his face making contact with the hard floor. He looked up at the smirking male, "What was that for?!"

The male placed his hands on his hips, clearly unsatisfied with the response he made. "Is that how you're gonna talk to me, now? I have a meeting to go to and I'm feeling quite forgiving right now. You best be ready to beg for forgiveness when I return." And with that, he left the room, closing the door and locking it.

Beg for forgiveness? Is he crazy? As far as Hyungwon knew, he didn't do anything wrong. He stood up, deciding to explore the room while he awaited the male's dreaded return. He made his way over to a nightstand which was right next to the bed. He opened it, and he couldn't help but feel super confused. Inside the drawer was a large black box, but it was locked. "Where's the key?"

He looked at the bottom drawer, hoping he would find the key, unfortunately finding nothing. "Ugh, it'd be nice if this box has a bunch of business cards in it." He complained, opening a closet which was not full of clothes, but more with what Hyungwon seemed to think were torturing devices. Noted: don't mess with him.

He closed the closet doors, soon noticing a key on a different dresser which stood by the door. Hyungwon ran and grabbed it, moving his long legs to the other bedstand and taking the locked box out of it. He unlocks it, staring at the items in confusion. What the hell are these things?

Hyungwon then turns his attention to what was underneath the black box, picking one of them up from the drawer. He stared straight at it, absolutely confused why anyone in heaven would need such a thing.

As he continued to stare at it, holding it up in the air, he heard a click, indicating that the other male was back from his meeting. Hyungwon turned around, hiding the object behind his back, making sure it stayed completely hidden in his large hand.

As always, that nasty smirk appeared on the male's face. "What are you hiding behind your back, Hyungwon?" He asked, his voice showing amusement.

"N-Nothing—" Hyungwon stuttered, gripping onto the tiny object while also trying to hide the opened box.

These spoken words only caused the other to step forward. "Why, I don't believe you. What are you hiding?" He pressed.

Hyungwon stepped backwards, his ass hitting the nightstand as his heart pounded in fear. "I'm not hiding anything, I swear, sir!"

The other male moved his body closer, wrapping his strong arms around Hyungwon so he couldn't run away. He could feel his hands which had been gripping onto the object tightly being violated, the object leaving his grasp against his will.

The male presented the object to the both of them, an amused smile on his face. "Why lookie here. Trying to hide a condom from me?" Hyungwon watches the object get thrown on the bed, the one of the male's hands moving to grope his ass while the other forces Hyungwon's chin to look into his eyes, "I know you want me, princess, but unfortunately, bad boys don't get rewards."

Rewards? What does he even mean? "Bad boys? Rewards? What?"

The second Hyungwon spoke, the male's eyes turned dark, "When did I give you permission to speak? Wait— I didn't. And now that I think about it, shouldn't you be begging for my forgiveness, bitch boy?"

Hyungwon couldn't believe the words that had come out of this male's mouth, and he only stood in place, deciding to stand his ground. "Beg? You for forgiveness? I didn't do anything wrong!"

"I'm waiting. 5—" Hyungwon couldn't believe his own ears. This man was really counting down until he begged. Jokes on you, I'm just going to stare at you. "4—" he heard, causing his own heart to race.

Hyungwon felt like he should give in, deep down his gut instinct was telling him to beg this man for forgiveness for his actions. "3—" pierced the room. Hyungwon swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to fight the urge of giving into this man. He refused to lose to him. "2— stop being a bitch and beg..." he stated, his voice loud.

Hyungwon was beginning to feel scared. He was beginning to wonder what would happen when the male reached zero. Would he be sent to hell for being disobedient? He wasn't sure.

"1..." he heard, his body shaking as he awaited the final number.

Before the male even said another word, Hyungwon felt his feet leave the ground, his body hitting the bed behind him. "Times up." The male stated sternly. Hyungwon watched him remove his belt from the belt loops of his jeans, causing Hyungwon to scurry toward the headboard in fear.

The male grabbed Hyungwon's wrists, pressing them together and pushing them above his head, tying them to the headboard using the belt.

The male turned around, grabbing the condom he had throw on the bed, ripping it open. Hyungwon's eyes widen, "How the hell can this be heaven?"

The male smirked once more, moving closer to the other's ear, whispering, "I think you rode the wrong train, princess. Now let master fuck that pretty ass of yours."