i toured around the mansion the whole afternoon, venturing around the lenghty corridors and halls, staring out the window the time when all the heavy, velvet curtains were drawn open. the ceiling was extremely tall and i was almost afraid to go even further. i wasn't yet familiar with the whole place.

there were all sorts of framed artworks, splashed with only two colors. black and white. there was not a single framed picture of their whole family until i found myself drawing my attention closer to one picture of a women and two little boys. a small smile slowly spreads across my lips, seeing just how big their smiles are. but it immediately faded as i heard the entrance door flew open.

mr. byun stepped in with clenched fists and brows curved downwards. i felt my heart hammering in my chest as he violently slams the door shut. his eyes diverted here and there and i stepped back, preparing to walk away from the madness i'm presuming about to happen.

"he always gets what he fucking wants!" my eyes propelled around as i pursed my lips, hoping he hadn't seen me.

"he has his reasons, baekhyun." it was hyeorin who was trying to ease him down.

"he always has his own fucking reasons!" i gasp as i saw him push her off. my eyebrows furrowed as i stormed inside the living room, helping her get off the floor.

i could feel his deep and daunting eyes boring on me. i felt a lump in my throat when i felt his hand gripped tightly around my wrist, impetuously pulling me up and dragging me along with him. i pulled back with all my remaining strength but he eagerlt managed not to be able to let me go. i heard keys dangling once we reached upstairs and he tugs me along with him inside his room, pushing me fervently across the room. my knees and fingers trembled as i look down and pursed my lips, feeling the adrenaline rushing through me.

i look up to see his menacing glare as his eyes travelled around the room. i stepped back, feeling trapped as soon as i felt my back reach the wall. he whips his head and raves towards me, his free hand making its way down my chin as he tilts my head up.

"would you do as i say?"

fear, for somewhat reason, scuttled inside me as his arm snakes around my waist, his fingers digging in my side. i swallow back the yelp about to roll out of my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut.

"would you do as i say?!" he screams at the top of his lungs, his hold on me getting tighter and afflictive. "why isn't anyone listening to me?!"

he let goes and i leaned by the edge of the bed, biting my lower lip as i try to ignore the pain. as though i thought he was done with me, i again felt his tight grip around my wrist, gasping as i found myself being pulled out of the room and dragged down the stairs. i couldn't stop him.

the entrance door flew open as he twists the knob and brought out his keys, pulling me along with him towards his bmw. he pushed me inside and went the other way, propping himself down and i felt caged, trapped, feeling worse than the pain he conflicted on me.

a huge neon light banner sported out the tall building. it was a club. he was greeted by everyone on our way inside as he pulls me alongside. i push the uneasiness feeling greeting my system as he intertwines his fingers with mine. i felt dizzy, my head slightly throbbing with the loud music booming through the huge speakers. i could scarcely see clearly because of the streaking lights and smoking machines, along with bodies moving on our way passing through the crowd.

i couldn't ask for help. nothing came out of my mouth as we reached one of the booths with a few people already sitting on it. they greeted him and i was thrown with a few disgusted looks as he pulled me down with him. my eyes travelled around the room as i find something to befuddle myself with.

that's when my eyes landed on a familair pair of piercing brown orbs lingering on mines. chills skittered down my spine upon the realization of who the person is. even with the streaks of light, the huge thick fog engulfing the room because of the smoking machine and the loud music booming through the speakers, the familiarity of him was vivid.

my lips parted as i look away, the same devious smile playing on his lips replaying in my head.