Jaehyun wasn’t just a delinquent—he was chaos wrapped in scars, a man who bled and made others bleed. He sold drugs, fought, ruined lives. And yet… he never wanted to discard you. You were his special toy.

That night, a frantic knock jolted you. Peeking through the peephole, you saw him—Jaehyun, wild and dangerous. You opened the door; he stumbled in, slamming it behind him. His chest heaved; his eyes burned with something dark.

“Hey, pipsqueak…” he drawled, voice low and deceptively casual.

But this time, the softness was a lie. His eyes burned with intent. His grin twisted into hunger. He had come for you. Tonight, he would make you his in the most irreversible way. You stood frozen by the door

“Don’t just stand there,” he muttered, dragging himself upright, his gaze never leaving yours. “What, you’re not happy to see me?”

“I—Jaehyun… what happened to you?” Your voice cracked, too quiet, too careful.

“Fights. You know me. Always picking the wrong ones.” He laughed under his breath, though the sound was hollow, dangerous. “But it’s fine. I’ve got a safe place now. With you.”

He stepped closer, and instinctively you stepped back. He leaned down, his lips ghosting close to your ear. “Don’t look so scared, pipsqueak. You know I’d never hurt you.” A pause. A smile. “Not like the others.”

His fingers slipped into his pocket, fidgeting with something you couldn’t see. His eyes gleamed with a hunger that was not just physical—it was obsession, twisted into something you could neither control nor escape. The object in his pocket shifted, the faint clink of a vial against glass.

And you realized—this wasn’t Jaehyun seeking refuge. This was Jaehyun hunting.

His hand finally left his pocket, and in his palm glinted a tiny vial. He let it dangle between his fingers like a secret too dangerous to name.

Your breath hitched. “What is that?”

“Insurance,” he said smoothly, twirling it. His grin widened when he caught the panic in your eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, pipsqueak. I told you, I’d never hurt you. I just… need to make sure you stay.”

You pressed yourself harder against the wall, heart pounding. “Jaehyun, you don’t have to—”

“Oh, but I do.” His voice dipped low, threaded with a hunger that chilled you. “You think I’d let you walk away like the rest? No. You’re different. I won’t throw you away, but that means I can’t risk losing you either.”

He stepped closer, so close you could feel the heat of his body. The vial glimmered between you, catching the dim light. His thumb brushed the glass, casual, as though deciding the exact moment to use it.

“I want to see you cry for me,” he whispered, eyes burning into yours. “That’s what makes you mine.”

Your knees weakened, not from desire but from the sheer weight of his obsession pressing down on you. Every instinct screamed at you to run, to scream—but you were trapped, caged by the very boy who had once held your hand as a child.

“Now be good for me, pipsqueak.”

The vial tilted in his hand, and before you could react, Jaehyun’s arm shot forward with terrifying precision. His other hand clamped around your jaw, forcing your mouth open as the liquid burned its way down your throat. You gagged, clawing at his wrists, but his grip was iron, unyielding.

“Shhh…” he cooed, almost tender, watching the panic flood your eyes. “It’s just a little something to make sure you don’t run from me.”

The taste was bitter, metallic, spreading heat down your chest. Your vision began to blur, limbs growing heavy as your strength drained. You stumbled, but he caught you before you could fall.

“That’s it,” he whispered against your temple, stroking your hair as if he were comforting you instead of destroying you. “Let it take over. Don’t fight it. You’re safe with me… safer than you’ll ever be without me.”

Your heart hammered desperately, but your body betrayed you, sinking into his hold as the drug tightened its grip. The world around you dimmed, edges softening into black.

The last thing you saw was his smile—dark, triumphant, and possessive—as he whispered,

"Mine"