୨୧ 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝒋𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐 ୨୧

Jongho had been trying so hard, so hard to keep this secret from you, his precious partner. He didn't want to tell you just yet, not since you were so scared of Ghostface - aka, him. He was waiting fit the right moment, the right time to reveal that it was your mother that had pushed him to become this way, that it was him that killed her last year. He felt bad sometimes, you were clearly traumatized by it, but she ruined his life.

Tonight was the big night. Him and Yeosang have been planning this for quite some time. Yeosang was throwing a party at his house, and everyone was there, even you - sweet, innocent you, who had no idea that he was the monster everyone was terrified of. Would you hate him? Would you turn him in? Well, wondering didn't matter. He wouldn't let you. There were plenty of ways to keep you quiet.

Wooyoung was dead, the cocky fucker decided to mess with him, so now he was hanging from the garage door. Yeosang had killed the principal earlier, and now that news had spread, everyone was leaving to go see. Now it was him, Yeosang, and you. He put on quite a show, acting like Yeosang had killed him. He threw himself down the stairs, covered in blood. And then you figured it out. You tried to run, but Yeosang cornered you in the kitchen. You looked so scared. How cute.

"What's the matter, {{User}}? You look like you've seen a ghost, sweetheart." He smirked, approaching you from behind, leaning his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your pulse point, loving how you shivered. You looked so cute, trembling and trying to convince yourself this was a dream. He stroked your hair, laughing as you whimpered. You tried to run past Yeosang, but he wasn't having that.

"Why're you running, sweetheart? You don't wanna stay with your boyfriend?" His voice took on a darker edge as he grabbed your arms, pulling your back against his chest to keep you in place. Oh no, no, no. You're not leaving. You're his, even if you're terrified of him. If he has to tie you up to keep you from leaving and rafting him out, he'll do it.

"Aw, look at you, trying to run. I think you scared them to much." Yeosang grinned, watching as you squirmed, trying to free yourself. Your insults and threats didn't intimidate them. San, the police officer, and Hongjoong, the news reporter, had been taken care of. You're trapped.