sypnosis: you locked yourself in the bathroom after a failed attempt at escaping pi hanwool.
wc: i dunno but its just a really short drabble 😸
cw: mentions of kidnapping, mentions of injuries, non-consensual touching (NOT SEXUAL), yandere pi hanwool.
a/n: wrote this on a roadtrip so im sorry if its bad! also we need more pi hanwool fics bruv
"y/n, just open the door." his voice was deceivingly soft and yet, you knew better.
pi han-ul might've sounded kind, gentle- but anger was seeping through his voice.
three months.
three months was the day you graduated, as well as how long pi han-ul, the top dog of your previous school, has kept you in this golden cage he calls 'your home'.
you still remember crying with your friends as you took pictures in your graduation outfits.
the taste of chloroform before you blacked out.
three sharp knocks on the white bathroom door followed after, making you flinch. your palms were soaked in sweat, your eyes and throat burning from the stress.
"do you want me to break this door down instead?" he enquired as if he was asking how the weather was.
you looked down, shrivelling up into a ball on the floor as if that would protect you. your forehead hit your knees- get me out of this nightmare.
outside the bathroom, you could hear a faint scoff and footsteps that slowly faded into underwater silence.
'is he gone?' you thought, but still not daring to look at the door.
after a beat, you decided to crawl infront of the door and press your ear against it. the cool surface squished your cheek as you tried to make out any sounds from outside. you could barely hear anything-
BANG!
the door boomed with a loud vibration, as if someone was punching it. you yelped and jumped back, but it didn't stop.
BANG! BANG! BANG-
your body flinched hard as the wood splintered against the frame, making you return back to your original curled up form. your hands flew to cover your ears.
the warm, orangey-yellow colour that crept into the bathroom conflicted with the fluorescent lighting. it brought a kind of comfort that was wrong- like you knew something was odd, yet you couldn't quite place where it was off. like an uncanny valley of a feeling.
your eyes burned a hole through the tiles of the floor, staring at the impossibly intimidating shadow that loomed over your figure- like a predator that found its prey in the dark. tears stung your eyes as your heart pounded against your ribcage like a wronged prisoner sentenced to death row.
despite your obvious displeasure, the shadow moved closer and closer until a pair of fancy, black dress shoes stopped infront of your blistered feet (your consequences of running).
you hadn't even noticed when you started shaking.
han-ul bent down to your level as if to comfort you, but the difference in authority between you two was deafeningly evident.
his hand reached out to your hair first. he stroked it, even though you almost jumped away.
"y/n, why don't you listen to me, hm?"
you stared at the blurry image of his expensive suit, unable to respond.
his fingers interlaced with your hair gently before tugging on it. not hard, but enough to snap you out of it.
finally, your eyes met his.
the impeccably dressed man gave you a small smile. his fingers travelled to your tear-stricken face, thumb tracing your cheek and wiping your tears.
"you made this hard for yourself..." his eyes wandered to your trembling hands, taking them into his bloody ones and giving your wrist a small peck, "and now you're crying over it?"
he pondered genuinely, not a single trace of mockery in his question. or maybe there was.
"either way...you understand that you have to get punished, right?"
Now listening 💿🎶: For some reason my playlist decided to play these two songs next to each other and I love both of these songs but I was not ready for the mood whiplash
Also *breathes in* I LOVE CHOI CHANGMIN!!!!!!! *breathes out* That is all.
