"No." Your response is gritted out through clenched teeth.

"What?" Baekhyun seems a little surprised at your outright refusal - which is funny, since you really didn't expect him to think you'd agree to any proposal he may make.

"No." You roll your eyes, sniffling as the wafy, rusty smell tickles your nose again. "I won't. I won't talk to you."

His sleek black eyebrow rises in a sharp movement, making your insides coil. "If you had any brains in that pretty little head of yours, you'd be willing to listen to what I have to say."

You scrunch up your face, letting your chin rise defiantly as you look him in the eye. "Well, I guess I have no brians in here, then, right? Who would have thought?"

A thin line of frustration appears between his eyebrows as Baekhyun raises his hand to push aaide the ajar door and step inside the rat cell. "Listen to me for once, Y/N. This is actually serious."

"Why would I ever believe you?" You ask in a small voice, shifting your weight to the left as you wait for him to come closer so you can at least have the satisfaction of tripping him. "You stole my boyfriend away from me."

"You boyfriend?" He rolls his eyes impatiently, and you realise with a start that it's the first time you've seen even a sliver of emorion in those cold eyes of his. "You mean the boy who practically claimed you as his, when you weren't even willing? The one who treated you like a possession when you were only dating him?"

His words make your mouth fall open in disbelief. How does he know the innermost conflicts that you've been battling for most of your past time? How does he know exactly how you hva been feeling?

And then it strikes you. How does he even know?

"Says the one who's dropped low enough to stalk every move of the one he wanted to take over his murderer of a father's business." You spit out at him, making his jaw steel even further. "I can't believe you would ever think that I'd ever actually believe a word of what comes out of that poisonous mouth of yours."

"Can you fucking listen?" He snaps, and you shiver at the utter frustration that's creeped into his melodious voice. "Jimin isn't even close to the person you're looking for! He's gone, alright? He's gone!"

The dusty floor makes sweeping sounds as you move your legs close to your torso, looking up at him with a look of defiant vulnerability. "You're just trying to manipulate me - you're just trying to turn me against him..."

The heavy rings on his fingers cling together, a metallic sound resonating through the otherwise silent room as he clenches his fingers together. You refuse to look away from his deadly green eyes, which are narrowed in near-rage as he glares down at you.

You won't believe him. You just won't.

A tense silence hangs in the atmosphere, neither of you speaking, the burn of your gazes trying to melt through the other.

You know you're probably signing your won death warrant by angering the man like that. After all, he's the leader, and you're only a captive - a single snap of his fingers, a single statement through his thin, bloodred lips - and you'd be dead on the dirty floor, a bullet through your head.

You regret your words a little as the fresh thoughts fly through your overdriven brain.

He stares.

"How many times am I supposed to tell you this?" His voice is incredibly soft as he speaks again, surprising you enough to let your glare waver. "He's not your Jimin, Y/N. He's a Park now. He's a leader."

You stay silent, grudgingly and slowly lowering your burning eyes from the intense stare. Fear and shame floods your body like violent laps of heat, and you close your eyes and let your head hang.

"Quit trying." Baekhyun's voice is velvety, soft and compelling, and for a moment, you almost find yourself nodding to his words. "Give up."

Give up.

Give up.

"No," Your voice quivers at the end no matter how much you will it not to, and you fight a losing battle against the hot tears pricking up in your eyes, a wet patch in your throat blocking your voice and your nose slowly closes off. "No."

You refuse to look up, even as Baekhyun's face becomes pained, and then smoothes to marble once again.

"Well," His voice is quiet, submissive, but you detect the fainest sense of excitement behind it, as if there's something he thinks is going his way. The thought makes you defensive all over again. "I tried."

There's a clinking sound as he leaves the cell again, the hinges of the door creaking as he pulls it open, and leaves it open, yet again.

You open your eyes slowly, feeling shaky as you take a fragile breath.

You wish you could hit yourself to bring yourself to your senses, but your hands are tied - so you tell yourself that he's being the manipulator he always is.

You refuse to believe that for some time - even if for a split second - you actually believed him.

And then you see it, and your lips part and neck cranes to get a better look.

It's not a hallucination.

He accidentally dropped his keys.

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it's been 78339 years since ive updated i feel horrible

but sadly it's gonna be that way for a while guys...im gonna focus on finishing htnbah first and then sexually inclined because i wanna fully focus on this books when i write it cause it needs a lot of work tbh

ill try to update like at least once a week but if im late please don't abandon this books pls

i love you all <3 hope you liked this update! comment down below your fav part from the last book cause i love reading those lmao

love,
manx