𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 ↞ 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑇𝑤𝑜

Chan made his way towards his room to speak to Eun, letting her know that he allowed Woojin and Seungmin to stand outside his door, guarding her.

"Thought you were speaking to your father?" Woojin frowned, glaring at Chan with his eyes narrowed.

"I am, don't worry. I'm just letting her know that you're out here."

Before Chan could enter the room, Woojin held his arm out in front of him, "Just don't tell her. See what she does. She's on her own, if she tries to sneak off again then we know she's up to something."

He pushed Woojin's hand away, shaking his head, "It's too harsh. We'll find out our own way, don't worry."

Chan knew that, somehow, Eun was hiding something about the situation, she made it obvious to him that something was going on, he just didn't want to believe it. Not yet.

She sat up cheerfully as he walked in, shutting the door behind him.

"I thought you were at a meeting?" She frowned at him, tilting her head.

His first thing to worry about was how she was going to react to him saying he needs to speak to his father, he'd gotten the idea into his head that his father made her feel uncomfortable. He didn't want to worry her and make her think that it was about her, even though it was. The second thing he needed to worry about was how she was going to react to Woojin and Seungmin waiting outside. He assumed she felt uncomfortable around them after what happened wih Dohyun.

But, her first thing to worry about was whether Dae-sung would tell Chan about her. Sure, he needed this kept from Chan as much as she did, but he could turn his back on her at any point and just...spill. And then god knows what would happen to her. There's a chance Dohyun would come back for her, but she'd already be gone, then he'd be caught, then everything would fail because of her, she wouldn't be able to do a simple task her father asked of her, and he'd forever be disappointed, but there's no way he'd care whether she was dead or alive, it wasn't the thing that bothered him.

"The meeting's finished..." Chan sighed, walking over to sit on the bed beside her. "I have to go speak to my father. I won't be long, though. At least... I'll try not to be."

This was the time she needed to worry. She knew she shouldn't have said anything more than he already knew, but, once she'd lied, everything just started to spill quickly and she couldn't stop herself from revealing more than she should've. Now things had escalated rapidly, and there was a chance she'd be facing Dae-sung again, which is one thing she feared most. She didn't fear Dae-sung himself, she feared what he would tell Chan. She'd developed this...friendship, relationship, with him. And, she knew that if Dae-sung mentioned anything they spoke about, he'd never speak to her again, he'd keep a distance at all times. She knew at one point she'd have to leave, and she'd have to completely go behind his back, not that she wasn't doing that anyway, but she wanted to spend her time with him, she wasn't going to waste the time she had.

"Do you have to go now?" She raised a brow seductively at him, moving her hand to press against his trousers.

He jolted slightly, hesitantly moving back and biting his lip, "I probably should go now." His jaw clenched, looking up to meet her eyes as she glared back.

"Yeah, 'probably'. Doesn't mean you're going to, does it?" She let out a giggle, watching him move forward, their lips almost touching.

"Nope." A corner of his mouth lifted seconds before he pressed his lips against hers harshly, applying force once he took a hold of her shirt, pulling her closer to him.

Hesitantly, he pulled away with little oxygen to breathe. "Take off your clothes. I'll be right back." He sat up from the bed, making his way toward the door and poking his head outside to see Woojin and Seungmin turned to face him through the small crack in the door. "Um... I'll speak to my father soon, but I'm a little busy right now." He smirked, his eyes darting to Seungmin once his eyes widened.

He turned his head, moving his eyes away from the crack in the door, "If you're gonna fuck her at least make sure you're the only one who sees her body, damn." He chuckled, feeling slightly flustered at the sight of Eun's almost nude body.

Chan immediately pulled the door closed, pushing himself outside of the door, "Well, if you're gonna look at her...her eyes are up here, not down here." Chan raised a brow, looking from Seungmin's eyes to his chest, making him blush.

"Gosh, you're the worst." He shook his head, his fluffy hair shuffling about over his forehead.

"I don't understand you, Chan. She's supposed to be a prisoner, not your fuck buddy. She sleeps in your room, in your bed, wearing your clothes, with you inside her! What's next?! She's gonna have your kids?" Woojin snarled, tightening his fists as he crossed his arms over his body.

"Keep your voice down, would you? Hm?" Chan furrowed his brows, glaring down at him. "What I do with her has nothing to do with anyone else, alright? She's a girl. I'm not gonna treat her like shit."

"Seems like that's what you're already doing. You're treating her like a toy!" Woojin growled, scoffing.

"Not a toy." He smirked, "My toy."

A/N:

I'm so sorry I haven't posted recently! I've got lotttt of college work to do and I haven't even had a chance to start it lol. This chapter's short because the next one is a smut ;) And it's gonna be long so... enjoy <3 And thankyou for being so patient!