Still mine
Pairing: Dark! Oh beomseok x female reader
Warnings: NONCON, suicide threats, mention of bullying, vaping, blackmail, toxic behaviour, beomseok is totally crazy, physical abuse, non consensual recording, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, abusive parent (beomseok dad beats him), abused become abuser (this is for beomseok).
Summary: He left them. he chose the fire, the fists, the lies. But you—
You were supposed to ask, like before.
And if you won’t… he’ll make sure you do..
It all happened gradually. Four of you were enjoying your school life like any other normal high schoolers would. Going to billiard, karaoke, eating out together etc. None of you realized how ignored beomseok was feeling. He'll try to fit in but suho's loud voice would always cut him off. He'd always to bite his tongue and keep quiet.
Only you were kind enough to ask him if he was okay. He'd only smile and tell you 'he's fine'. You are such sweetheart. You'd still be wary of him and keep looking out for him. Making sure he doesn't feel ignored. But it hurted him how his other two buddies didn't even care about him.
Tonight you guys are at karaoke. Sieun is sitting silently smiling, as you and suho sang your lungs out. While beomseok sits on the other corner glaring at three of you with harted. He had just shrugged you off while ago when you invited him to sing along. His harted turn into jealousy when he saw how close you and suho are standing. .It was last strike for him. He doesn't care about sieun and suho anymore—only reason he's staying in group was you. Now even you're acting like them, it feels like getting stabbed in heart.
He just stood up and stormed out of there without saying anything.
Sieun, Suho, and you looked at one another in quiet confusion when Beomseok suddenly left.
[♡]
When you texted beomseok later about why did he leave so suddenly today? He left you on seen.
You asked sieun and suho they said he's not answering their calls and texts either.
You don't know where did it all go wrong? Why your friend suddenly acting so strange?
On Monday, you entered classroom. Beomseok was sitting there. You were surprised to see he's not wearing his glasses anymore. And even more surprised who's he talking with. He's sitting and chatting with yeongbin and his gang.
He shouldn't be talking to them. He should never talk with them. They are guys who used to bully your friend. Why on earth beomseok is talking to them? It seems like sieun and suho are as surprised as you. You turn your back and shake your head in disbelief.
What has gotten into him?
It seems like as if there's no turning back. The way he glared at suho. It's all in his eyes. He hates his own friend. His former friends. He doesn't think of you as his friend anymore. It's saddening. You were always with him whenever he's going through hard time. And that's how he's gonna act after all the good time you spend together.
"He's a backstabber" suho tsked.
"And why did you stop me from beating him, y/n? Can't you see the way he's treating us?" Suho anger laced tone made your chest tighten.
"Stop it." Sieun quiet voice cut in.
I’m sorry, Suho. I still think of him as a friend—”
Suho let out a mocking chuckle at your words. “Y/n, are you not getting what’s happening right now? Have you forgotten who he’s hanging around with?” His voice was stern, almost scolding.
You bit your lower lip, saying nothing. Deep down, you knew you should hate Beomseok for the choices he was making, for abandoning you all so carelessly. But you couldn’t. Because you also knew what he carried beneath the surface—the weight no one else could see. Maybe the reason behind his sudden leave, the shadow he never spoke of, but you had glimpsed enough to understand.
[♡]
You're going home alone. Lost in your thoughts. Too much had happened today. Betrayal. You have heard many people saying betryal hurts the most because it always comes from the person you're close with. But never experienced it yourself before. Now feeling it firsthand hurts so much. You are beating up yourself by thinking 'Where did it all go wrong?' At karaoke. He was fine when he came with all of you that day. But he left abruptly from there.
Why?
Would he ever talk with you guys again? You don't know. But you'll keep his secret safe with you. You knew his secret—how he was adopted by a wealthy politician who only took him in for public image. A man who beat him ruthlessly for even the smallest mistakes. You had even seen the scars on his back once; it had ached your heart to see your friend suffer like that. Seeing the red marks on his pale skin now made you gasp in surprise. His father was a monster.
He had trusted you with that secret, and you had promised—always—to keep it. Even when he had cut ties with you messily, even when he shared the darkest thoughts, like how he had sometimes thought about ending his life, you had always been there to shut him down gently. You reminded him, again and again, that he was never alone.
But now… you didn’t know if he would ever talk to you again.
Its late at night. You are about to sleep. When your mobile phone vibrated. At first you want to ignore it but still chose to pick it up —thinking its your mom. But no its beomseok. You sat up on your bed, quickly attending the call.
"Beomseok?" You softly called his name. Today beomseok overheard suho trying to brainwash you into thinking that 'beomseok is the bad guy'. He needs to make sure his girl doesn't think like that. He knows how much you cared about him. You are such sweet and caring girl and he decided to take advantage of that.
"I’m standing by the bridge." Your heart skipped a beat. Such simple words—but the meaning behind them was enough to make your blood run cold.
Before you could respond, he cut the call. Without thinking, you bolted for the front door, still in your night pajamas. You grabbed the nearest shoes, yanked them on, and ran.
Adrenaline shot through your veins, making your legs move faster than they ever had. Your lungs burned, your chest heaved, and your heart slammed against your ribcage. Beomseok… what if he actually jumps? Panic clawed at your mind. Every shadow on the street seemed heavier, every step urgent.
You ran like your life depended on it, weaving between streetlights, stumbling over cracks in the pavement, ignoring the sting in your calves. All you could think was: I can’t let him do this. He can’t do this. I have to stop him.
When you finally reached the bridge, your chest heaving and legs trembling, you saw him—tall, rigid, standing near the edge. Your breath caught in your throat. Fear, dread, and a terrible clarity slammed into you: he wasn’t here to play games… but he wasn’t trying to kill himself yet, either. He would do it if you failed to obey. The weight of that truth made your stomach drop as you skidded to a halt, completely out of breath.
"Beomseok, what do you think you’re doing?" you asked, your hands braced on your knees as you struggled to catch your breath.
He turned slowly to look at you, a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite place—something unreadable, sharp, and dangerous all at once.
“Why won’t you talk to me anymore, Y/n?”
Your heart jumped. He was the one who had cut ties with everyone, and now he was asking you this.
“But it was you, Beomseok. You stopped talking with us,” you said, your voice shaking. At the mention of your friends, he closed his eyes, frustration tightening his jaw.
“I’m not talking about them. I’m talking about you. It’s about you and me.”
Even the mention of Suho and Sieun seemed to make him angrier. Panic tightened in your chest—you had to tread carefully.
“Beomseok, just… let’s go. We can talk somewhere else,” you pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.
“No. I know you won’t listen to me anyway. You always follow those two.” A sad smile flickered on his face, but it made your stomach twist with dread.
“No, that’s not true. I’ll do whatever you say. Okay?” You blurted out the first words that came to your mind, your voice trembling.
“Whatever,” he repeated, almost like a test.
“Yeah. Now… let’s go.” You nodded quickly, without thinking, barely aware of what you were agreeing to. Relief and fear mingled in your chest—you thought you were doing the right thing, but you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling curling in your stomach.
He finally let go of the bridge railing, and you released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. As soon as he stepped closer, you threw your arms around him, clinging to him in shaky relief.
Beomseok couldn’t stop the faint, twisted smirk from curling at his lips. Hesitantly—deliberately—he put his arms around you, pretending to tremble, pretending to still be shaken. Inside, he was anything but. Seeing you in your nightclothes had thrilled him—it meant you had come straight from bed, unthinking, desperate. And that didn’t make him feel guilty in the slightest. If anything, he thought you deserved it.
The two of you began walking down the empty road, silence stretching between you. Finally, you gathered the courage to break it, your voice barely audible.
“Why would you do this?”
Beomseok’s eyes flicked toward you, his lips curving ever so slightly.
“You told me you’d do anything I want.”
“What?” you asked, slightly confused.
“Earlier. On the bridge.”
You swallowed hard, but still gave a slow, reluctant nod.
“Y/n.” He halted his steps, and you froze with him. A mixture of fear and curiosity twisted in your chest. What could he possibly want from you—after leaving your friend group behind, after choosing to befriend the very people who used to bully you?
“I want you to be with me,” he said, a joyful glint in his eyes. “Leave those two and join my new group.”
Shock washed over you. How could he even ask that? Why would he expect you to abandon Sieun and Suho—friends who had done nothing but treat you with kindness and respect?
“Beomseok—” you began, but he cut you off sharply.
“Remember, Y/n. You said anything. And this is the least thing you can do.” His tone shifted, sulky and low, as he looked at the ground—yet you could feel the trap closing in around you.
Your chest tightened. You couldn’t leave Sieun and Suho. But you couldn’t refuse Beomseok either, not when he had just threatened his own life. You were caught in the middle, helpless. Trapped.
“Okay,” you whispered bitterly.
His lips stretched into a wide smile, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes at your forced surrender. You hated it—you hated him for making you say it, for twisting your fear into obedience. And though you couldn’t bring yourself to hate Beomseok completely, in that moment, you hated what he was doing to you.
[♡]
Sieun and Suho froze when they walked in, eyes widening at the sight of Beomseok leaning casually against your desk, chatting with you as though nothing had ever happened.
Suho’s jaw tightened. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he strode forward.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Beomseok didn’t even flinch. His smirk widened as he shot back, “Are you blind? I’m talking to my friend.”
You sat stiffly at your desk, your hands trembling against your lap. Too scared to say anything.
“She’s not your friend,” Suho said flatly, his voice sharp as a blade.
Beomseok chuckled, the sound mocking, dismissive. “Did she tell you that?”
The air grew heavy, tension crackling between them. Then Suho’s gaze shifted to you, piercing.
“Tell him to get lost, Y/n.”
Your throat tightened. You couldn’t meet Suho’s eyes—not when Beomseok was staring at you with that smug look, fully confident you wouldn’t dare betray him. He already knew what you were about to do.
The silence stretched, unbearably thick. All eyes were on you.
“Suho… please leave us alone,” you whispered, your lips trembling as you bit down hard.
Both Sieun and Suho froze in shock. Their mouths parted, stunned, unable to believe those words had just come from you. Something was wrong—they could feel it—but they had no proof.
“You heard her,” Beomseok said smoothly, waving them off with mock authority. “Now get lost.”
Reluctantly, they backed away, their confusion and frustration written all over their faces. Beomseok, victorious, leaned back against your desk with a self-satisfied grin, continuing to talk to you as if nothing had happened—until the teacher walked into the classroom.
[♡]
You could often feel Sieun’s or Suho’s gaze lingering on you during class, but the guilt was too heavy—you couldn’t bring yourself to meet their eyes. You were the worst friend.
When the bell finally rang, you thought you’d be free—free from Beomseok’s suffocating presence. But it wasn’t enough. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, he stopped you before you could even leave.
What made your stomach drop was that he wasn’t alone. The same guys who used to torment your group stood behind him, smug grins plastered on their faces.
“What is it now?” you muttered, trying to sound annoyed, though your voice wavered.
“Come to the back of the school. I’ve got something to show you.” He wasn’t wearing his glasses this time—trying, maybe, to look cooler. But with those guys flanking him, his invitation felt more like a command.
“I’m sorry, Beomseok, but my mom—”
“I know your mom doesn’t come home until late at night,” he whispered into your ear, and a shiver crawled down your spine. He knew too much. It was terrifying.
“Now come with me.”
He grabbed your arm and pulled you along. You didn’t protest—you couldn’t. Fear froze your voice in your throat. He won’t do anything stupid… right?
When you reached the back of the school, they pulled out their vapes. So this was what he wanted to show you.
“Hey, you should try it,” Yeongbin sneered, exhaling a cloud of smoke in your direction. The same boy who used to bully Sieun.
You glared at him. “No thanks.”
“Why not? Aren’t you in our group now?” His smirk widened.
Your stomach churned. You loathed him. You loathed them all. But most of all, you couldn’t believe Beomseok was letting this happen.
“Here. Try mine, Y/n.” Beomseok held out his vape toward you, expectant.
“No, Beomseok. I’ve never smoked. I don’t want to.” You hoped—naively—that he’d respect that.
“Please. For me.” His voice was softer now, coaxing, almost sweet. But his eyes told a different story.
You shook your head again.
“Y/n.” His tone sharpened. A warning. You knew where this was going.
With trembling hands, you brought the vape to your lips. The moment you inhaled, the harsh flavor of chemicals and artificial sweetness burned your tongue. The smoke hit the back of your throat like fire, searing its way into your lungs. You coughed violently, choking, your eyes watering as you staggered back.
“Gosh, she’s too soft,” Yeongbin snickered, blowing another puff into the air.
Beomseok just watched, unreadable, as you wiped at your watery eyes, the acrid taste still clinging to your mouth.
[♡]
You couldn’t focus on your studies anymore. Beomseok was always there—waiting at the school gate, blocking your way in. Sometimes he made you skip classes outright, dragging you along whether you wanted to or not. Other times, he pulled you into narrow alleys with his delinquent friends, their vapes filling the air, or they’d loiter around town just wasting time.
You were getting sick of it. Sick of Beomseok’s antics. Sick of how he was controlling your entire life with nothing more than threats. This wasn’t right. He had no right to do this.
The only people you could think to turn to were Sieun and Suho. They would help you… wouldn’t they?
But now, after missing so many classes, you didn’t even know where to start with your studies. You sat with your phone in your trembling hands, gathering all the courage you had left, before finally typing out a message.
You: hello sieun.
The reply came five minutes later.
Sieun: hi.. what is it? Finally decided to talk with me.
Your stomach twisted. You didn’t know what to say next. Your teeth sank into your lip, the shame heavy in your chest. You thought about Suho, but the memory of humiliating him in front of the entire class stopped you. That was why you had chosen Sieun. He seemed calmer. Gentler. Maybe safer.
You: yeah. I’m sorry for my behaviour sieun. I need your help guys.
His response came almost instantly. He must have been worried sick this whole time. They had both known something was wrong—ever since you started hanging around Beomseok and the very bullies who used to torment your group.
Sieun: y/n, is everything okay? Are you fine?
Tears pricked your eyes. You couldn’t hold them back. Every day, Beomseok pushed you further—forcing you into things you didn’t want, draining you both mentally and physically. And Sieun had noticed. He had seen the way you had changed, the way your smile had disappeared. Even your empty desk in the classroom was enough to hurt him.
Your fingers shook as you typed the next words:
You: I’ll tell you guys everything tomorrow. Meet me at our usual cafe after school.
As soon as you hit send, your chest felt lighter—as if for the first time in weeks, you could finally breathe. Maybe this was your chance. Maybe you could finally be saved from Beomseok and his suffocating grip.
You already had a plan: you wouldn’t go to school tomorrow. You’d pretend to be sick, skipping classes so you wouldn’t have to give Beomseok any excuses. Then, while he was distracted, you’d sneak off to the café and tell Sieun and Suho everything.
For the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself a fragile hope.
[♡]
You knew his call would come when you didn’t show up at school. And it did.
Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your phone ringing. Beomseok’s name lit up the screen. You groaned, hesitated, then picked it up.
“Why aren’t you at school yet?” His demanding voice boomed from the other end.
“I don’t think I can come today… I’m sick, Beomseok.” You sighed, hoping he wouldn’t catch your act.
There was a pause. His tone softened, shifting strangely fast. “Are you okay? Will you be fine on your own?”
“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” You hung up, satisfied that you’d gotten away with it.
But Beomseok wasn’t convinced. He knew you lived only with your mother, no siblings, no one else around. That gnawed at him. He skipped classes often anyway, so what was stopping him from visiting?
Later, when Yeongbin asked, “Y/n didn’t come today?” Beomseok’s answer was flat.
“She’s sick.”
“I thought maybe she’s crawling back to those two bastards.” Yeongbin joked, making the others laugh. He meant Sieun and Suho.
But Beomseok didn’t laugh.
“I was kidding, man,” Yeongbin chuckled, patting his shoulder. Beomseok shrugged him off, face unreadable.
[♡]
You felt like you were floating—finally free for a day. Watching TV in the quiet of your house, no Beomseok, no delinquents, just silence.
Then the doorbell rang.
Your heart sank. You weren’t expecting anyone. But when you opened the door, your stomach flipped.
Beomseok.
Shit. Just your luck.
“Beomseok? What are you doing here?” The words slipped out dumbly, and you instantly regretted them.
“What? Y/n, you’re sick. I came to see if you’re okay.” He chuckled, but there was something sharp in his eyes. You were more fidgety than usual, and he noticed.
“Won’t you invite me in?”
Your plans with Sieun and Suho flashed in your mind, but you couldn’t exactly turn him away. With a tight smile, you stepped aside and let him in.
In the living room, his eyes lingered on your shorts. He swallowed hard, gaze heavy on your back as you walked ahead.
“Sit. I’ll get you something,” you offered quickly, but before you could escape, his hand shot out, stopping you.
“No need. Just sit with me.” He patted the space beside him.
You obeyed.
“What happened? You were fine yesterday,” he pressed.
“Yeah… when I woke up, I realized I had a fever.” You forced a small smile. He studied you for a long moment, then nodded slowly.
“I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself and slipped into the restroom.
When you left, your phone buzzed on the coffee table. Beomseok glanced over—and froze.
Sieun: We’re at the café, y/n. When will you be here?
The words set his blood on fire. Rage twisted his face. He had told you to cut ties with them. And yet… here you were, plotting behind his back. Pretending to be sick—just to see them.
When you returned, the air felt different. Beomseok sat stiffly on the couch, eyes fixed ahead, expression blank.
“So… did you enjoy yourself today?” You tried to break the silence, your laugh brittle.
His head snapped toward you. The venom in his eyes made your stomach drop.
“Care to explain this?” He held up your phone, Sieun’s name glowing on the screen.
Your heart plummeted.
“What?” You tried to play dumb, voice trembling.
“Don’t fucking act dumb with me, Y/n.” His voice was ice, rage barely contained. “Were you gonna meet him today?”
You froze. His stare pinned you down like a blade at your throat.
And finally—you snapped.
“Yeah. So what, Beomseok?” Your voice cracked, but your anger carried it through. “I’m sick of you—and your fucking weird friends.”
For a moment, silence.
Then—Beomseok shot up from the couch so fast you flinched back. His jaw tightened, veins visible at his temple, hands curling into fists.
“So what?” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You think you can just say that to me? After everything I’ve done for you?”
You tried to steady your breathing, but your chest was tight. “Beomseok, listen—”
“Shut the fuck up!” he roared, slamming his hand against the coffee table so hard your phone clattered to the floor. You jumped, instinctively pressing yourself against the back of the couch.
His shadow loomed over you, and he grabbed your wrist in a bruising grip, yanking you to your feet.
“You lied to me. Played me like I’m some idiot while you run back to those two bastards?!” His face was inches from yours, spit flying with every word.
“Let me go—” you tried, but his fingers dug harder into your skin.
“No. You’re not going anywhere. Not to them. Not without me.” His eyes blazed with something feral, a storm of obsession and rage. “If you think you can walk out on me, Y/n… you’re dead wrong.”
He shoved you back against the wall, pinning you with one hand at your throat—not choking, but pressing enough to make you feel trapped, caged.
“You belong here,” he hissed. “With me. Not with them. You don’t get to decide anymore.”
Mustering all your strength you pushed him off of yourself. Running straight to your bedroom. Because it's only safespace in your sight. You can't believe how in few minutes he has became such a lunatic. Or he has always been crazy but you never realized it until now..
You slammed the door shut with all the strength you had, pressing your shoulder against it, praying the lock would hold. But it never clicked — his hand was already forcing it open.
“Don’t you dare shut me out!” Beomseok’s voice thundered through the crack.
Your whole body strained against the wood, trembling as you shoved back with your weight. For a split second, you thought you had a chance. Then the pressure doubled. The door jerked forward, your feet slipped, and with one last violent shove, it flew wide open.
You hit the floor hard, pain shooting up your elbow as you scrambled back on your hands. But he was already there, stepping inside, casting his shadow over you.
“Running away from me? From me?” His tone was low, almost disbelieving — then it snapped into rage. He grabbed your ankle and yanked, dragging you across the floor before you could crawl further.
“Pathetic,” he spat, looming over you, his chest rising and falling with ragged fury. “You think your little room is gonna save you? You think anyone can save you?”
The walls of your bedroom, once familiar and safe, now felt like a cage closing in — with him as the jailer.
You lay sprawled on the floor, lungs burning, your body refusing to move. For the first time, you felt truly hopeless — like no matter how hard you fought back, it wouldn’t matter.
Beomseok didn’t give you time to catch your breath. He dropped down, straddling your waist. The weight of him pressed into you, crushing, inescapable.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice sharp enough to cut. His hands slammed against the floor beside your head, caging you in completely.
You turned your face away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his burning eyes.
“You really thought you could lie to me? Sneak off to them?” His voice shook with fury, but underneath it was something even worse — obsession. “You’re mine, Y/n. Mine. And I’ll break you before I ever let you go.”
Tears blurred your vision. Every instinct screamed to shove him off, to scream for help, but your body froze under his weight.
The walls of your room blurred, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. You realized then — this wasn’t Beomseok, your classmate, anymore. This was something else. Something monstrous.
"I think I need to teach you lesson for trying to sneak off to meet them."
You don't know what he's trying to say until you felt his fingers on hem of shorts, before you could even stop him. He took off your shorts effortlessly.
"Beomseok no- stop it!" Your attempts at stopping were in vain. He has successfully taken off your shorts off causing you let out choked sob.
He's a monster.
The metal buckle clinked as he unfastened his belt. You couldn't stop stream of tears falling from your eyes. Beomseok entered inside you—fast and rough. He didn’t slow down at all.
"Beomseok please can't we just talk." You could barely talk.
"Now you want to talk." Beomseok loves the feeling being inside of your tight warm walls. He should have done this earlier. You nodded your head at his words.
"But don't you see it, sweetheart. I love you. Fuck—" A partical thrust inside you cause him to shudder. He spreads your thigh further for easy access.
The sight below beomseok is beautiful. He can get used to it. Your hair falling astray, your face has gotten red from crying too much and the way your lips quiver. He could never get enough of it. He has got taste of it. And he has already became addicted to it.
The whole apartment is silence beside your room where only your silent sobs and the skin slapping sound can be heard. Each thrust cause you to let out a gasp.
"Just stop it now." You placed your hands on beomseok chest, trying to push him off.
But he's enjoying himself and you can't stop him at this very moment. He grabs your wrists with zero effort and slammed them above your hand. As he keep fucking inside with with animalistic pace.
"Fuck you're perfect. "You looked at ceiling with hopeless look. Hoping this nightmare would end soon.
Your body cannot stop itself from reacting itself from getting pleasure. You hate how your body is naturally reacting to getting pleasure. You hate yourself for getting wet. You hate it even more when it has became easier for him to push himself inside of you with ease.
The wet slouching sound of his thrusts, his balls slapping against your ass. All of this made you close your eyes in disgust. You turned your head away with closed eyes.
But he won't even let this happen.
"Look at me, when I cum inside of you." His fingers grabbed your chin roughly as he made you face him. But you kept your eyes closed.
"Still won't open your eyes." He pulled his phone out his pant's pocket and began recording you. You didn't know he was recording it until he spoke.
"Say hello to the camera, y/n." Those words made your blood went cold. When you finally open your eyes, he's still thrusting inside you while recording you with his left hand.
You put your hand on your face, trying to hide your face. Even he has already recored you in your glory.
"What? You're camera Shy now." He chuckled mockingly, as he tried to pry your hand off of yourself.
He throws phone somewhere behind him, as he feel himself getting close to climax. His thrusts got even rougher and your tears began to fall even faster. You couldn't stop occasional moans or whimper from escaping your mouth.
"Keep making those sounds for me." With that, he shot thick rope of cum inside of you. He looked at your pussy in awe when he saw some of cum even leaking out of you. "Fuck" He cursed to himself.
He quickly put his pants up and look down at your poor state. He didn't feel sorry for you at all. After all you deserve this. You're into shock to do anything. You laid down there still on the floor, waiting for him to leave or at least apologize. But instead you saw sick satisfied smile on his face.
He picked up his cell phone where he had thrown it earlier. He began to take pictures of you. He zoomed closed to where he has cum inside of you and take lot of snaps.
"Why?" You whispered. It was barely audible. You didn't think he'd hear it. But he did.
"Because you disobey me."
With that he left, leaving you half naked, with his cum stuffed inside of you and alone. In living room your phone was still buzzing. Beomseok didn’t leave without smashing your cell phone to ground.
[♡]
