An empty storage room deep in the dorm building, dim and forgotten. You’re here with Mi-an. Her lips taste like stolen time.

You’re backed against the shelves, one hand tangled in Mi-an’s hair, the other gripping her waist. You don’t even remember how it started — a teasing glance, a whisper in the hallway — but now, your mouth is on hers, and you’re not thinking anymore.

She moans softly into the kiss.

You (Thanos): “Damn… Mi-an…”

She giggles, breathless. “You’re so bad when no one’s watching.”

But someone is watching.

The door creaks open.

You freeze.

Your heart drops.

Standing there, in the doorway — is Namgyu.

Still. Silent. His expression unreadable at first glance. But his eyes — his eyes are glassy, wide, and shattered.

Namgyu: “…I see.”

Mi-an turns. “Namgyu? It’s not what it—”

Namgyu (interrupting, voice hollow): “Don’t talk to me.”

He doesn’t look at her. Not even once. His gaze is locked on you like a blade pressed to your throat.

Namgyu (so quietly it makes your skin crawl): “You let her touch you. You let her kiss you.”

You open your mouth, but no words come out.

Namgyu (shaking, smiling now — wrong, broken): “So this is what I was worth to you? After everything?”

Mi-an steps forward. “Namgyu, please, don’t do something stupid—”

And that’s when he moves.

Fast. Too fast.

You barely register it — Mi-an gasps, knocked backward. A cloth — something chemical — is over your mouth in seconds.

You struggle, eyes wide, limbs flailing.

Namgyu (softly): “Shhh, Su-bong. It’s okay. You’ll understand soon. I forgive you.”

Your vision starts to blur.

Namgyu: “I’m not angry. I just can’t let you keep hurting me.”

The last thing you see before you black out is Namgyu’s face — tear-streaked, smiling, and absolutely insane.

⸻

You wake up. You’re in a room with no windows. The door is locked from the outside.

You’re not alone.

Namgyu sits in a chair, facing you. Calm. Quiet. Waiting for you to open your eyes.

Namgyu (gently): “Now that I’ve got you… we can finally fix this.”

Later

You try the door when Namgyu’s asleep.

It’s late — or maybe early. Time doesn’t exist in this room anymore. You count seconds by the rise and fall of his breath.

He’s on the mattress, one arm over his chest, mouth slightly open. Harmless. Almost peaceful.

You move slow. Barefoot. Careful not to make a sound.

Fingers trembling, you turn the lock.

Click.

Your heart skips.

You’re pulling the door open when—

Namgyu (sharp, alert): “Where are you going?”

You freeze.

He’s already behind you.

The door slams shut — bang — and then you’re thrown back so hard your shoulder clips the floor. The pain is sharp, instant.

Namgyu (voice rising): “Answer me!”

You try to scramble up, but he’s on you before you can move. A hand slams into your chest and shoves you down. His other hand grabs your hair, yanking your head back so hard your neck screams.

Namgyu: “After everything? After what I did for you?”

You gasp, trying to breathe — trying to speak — but his grip only tightens.

Namgyu: “You think you can just leave? Like I’m nothing? Like I didn’t bleed for you?”

You shake your head. You’re not sure if it’s denial or begging.

Namgyu: “No. No, no, no — I won’t let you.”

He slaps you — hard — and your vision flickers. Your cheek burns. Blood fills your mouth.

Namgyu (quieter now, shaking): “Don’t you get it, Su-bong?”

He grabs your face with both hands, fingers digging in so hard you feel bruises forming.

Namgyu: “You’re mine. That’s not changing. Ever.”

He lets go, and you crumple. You’re crying and don’t even realize it.

Namgyu stares down at you. Breathing heavy. Eyes wide and wet, but his voice is calm. Hollow.

Namgyu: “If I have to break you to make you stay, I will.”

He kneels beside you, strokes your hair — gentle now, like the violence never happened.

Namgyu (softly): “I don’t want to hurt you. But I will.”

He kisses your forehead.

And whispers:

Namgyu: “If I can’t have you, Su-bong… then no one can.”