He's Mine ~Jeongchan

Chapter Six: You Again

Chris' POV

The sound of hurried footsteps are all I hear coming from upstairs. I make a small grin. Bingo. 

"Come on out and play with me Jeonginnie! It's no fun when you're trying to hide from me." I say as I'm taking my sweet time to go up the staircase.

I can just imagine, every step I take every creak I make from the floorboard beneath me, he's in a tiny secluded space, trembling in fear. God just thinking about it gets me so excited down there.

Once I reach to the top, I stay silent for a moment to ponder where that little kid must be hiding.

It didn't take long though since I bet my whole life that he was probably hiding in Chan's room. It was either under the bed or in the closet.

As I get closer to Chan's room I can hear the sounds of objects moving. I scoff. If he was ever put into a horror movie he'd be the first one dead for two reasons.

First one is that he's being loud as fuck and two, he's Asian. The asian ones are almost always the first ones to die. Look at Bird Box for example!

"Come out, come out wherever you are Jeonginnie." I say in a somewhat disorienting tone.

A few steps futher and I make it to Chan's room which isn't locked. Reason number three as to why the little kid would be the first one to die. He didn't barricade himself to try to block himself from the killer.

I slowly turn the slightly rusted golden doorknob and exert a force onto the door making it open.

I took my sweet time to pretend to scavenge for the kid even though I knew exactly where he is. In the closet.

It's about time when I thought enough was enough. I was getting a little impatient with this little game and made my way directly towards Chan's closet and pried the shutters open.

There before my eyes showed the kid huddled into the farthest corner the closet can offer. Legs held against his chest and muffled sobs coming from his face that was crying into the small gap that formed between his legs and upper body.

What the shit does Chan even see in this crybaby? What a fucking loser. Just shut the fuck up with your pathetic little whines. I eyeroll and roughly grab his arm and pull him out of the closet.

He was tossing, turning, yelling, and even had the audacity to kick me but I kept ignoring him and dragged him across the room till I smacked him right down center in Chan's king sized bed.

He stares at me in horror. Lips quivering but still has the confidence to speak up to me. "W-why are you doing this?" I scoff and move my face closer to his and stare at him with my intense gaze. "I'm going to ruin you." Was the last thing I said before I-

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was instantly woken up to a very to the feeling of a very wet consistency on me. I flutter my eyes trying to get accustomed to the bright, sun lit area I was in.

Once I did, I noticed that I was soaking wet. Could it have been a wet dream? Not exactly. I'll admit, the kid isn't the ugliest person I've seen but he's not exactly look like a god either.

"Chris, get up. We have school." I hear the familiar gay ass voice that he uses. Chan. I shot a glare at him to notice that he's carrying a small empty bucket that I presumed was once filled with wat- oh no that little shit didn't.

"You fucking gay ass! Why the fuck would you dump water on me?!" I yell with anger. "I tried calling your name but that wasn't exactly working so this was the next best thing." Chan says with his dumbass smile. He thinks he's just so smart.