HYUNJIN stared at Lauren and backed away a few steps, his face turning light pink.

"M-Mal's not h-here..." he muttered, his expression baffled.

Why was she there, anyway?

Not like Mal liked her.

"Oh, I'm not here for Mal," she spoke, stepping closer to him until they both reached the wall. Hyunjin let out a gasp as his back hit the cold wall, sending shivers of hypersensitivity up his spine.

"I'm here for you."

He shoved himself towards the wall further, sucking in his stomach.

"W-What are you doing? P-Please, leave..."

She giggled, then rested her palm over his thigh, feeling his trembling body.

"L-Lauren- please leave. Please."

She gave his thigh a firm squeeze, eliciting a gasp from the younger boy.

"L-Lauren!"

"I told your dumb wife that she was going to regret it for using her privilege to get everything she wanted. Including you, slut."

His eyes shut tightly at the nickname.

"That should be your name from now on," she suggested, admiring his handsome features, "slut. Doesn't it fit you perfectly? Slut."

"P-Please," he begged, "don't call me t-that."

She let out a cackled laugh. "Oh, but I want to. It suits you, doesn't it? That's all that matters."

He pushed himself against the wall further, closing his eyes.

"I-I don't feel comfortable. Please, j-just leave."

She smirked and inched her face close to him, leaving only sand beads apart.

Then, smashed her lips against his. He gasped and let out a moan, his eyes wide open as he lightly shook his head.

"P-Please..." he muttered as soon as she broke away, putting his hands together in a pleading motion.

"Oh, you look so good begging for me like the slut you are," she inquired, her voice low, "so why don't you get on your knees and beg for mercy, slut?"

He shook his head and let out a gasp, the overwhelming pressure shooting up his privates, making tears of pain well up in his eyes.

"P-Please, stop..." he begged, trailing off as his vision blurred, "I don't like this."

She laughed, then squeezed him tighter. Dark spots popped up in his vision briefly and faded away, his head spinning.

"You and your stupid wife are going to regret bothering me so much."

He shook his head, trying to avoid her hand reaching up to unbuckle his belt.

"I don't get it. You enjoyed acting sexy and hot in yesterday's performance, which should've been mine, by the way. What happened to that hot version of you yesterday? Why is it replaced by this slut, huh?"

He allowed tears of pain and desperation to stream down his face.

"I-I want Mal, please. Please let me go- I want Mal..."

Her expression changed into a frustrated one.

"Don't say her name!" She yelled, reaching up to strike him across his face.

Flashbacks wandered around his mind, flashbacks that brought pain. He muttered pleas of desperation, begging her to let him go. Pain shot up his cheek and tears uncontrollably poured out his eyes, violent sobs escaping his mouth.

"You know what? Here's what's going to happen:" she ordered, her palm wrapping around his neck to choke him, "we're going to go to your bedroom, and you won't be awake to witness the rest. And, you won't say a word to anyone. You hear me?"

He shook his head, pain shooting up and down his thighs. He coughed in a failing attempt to ease the pressure on his neck, grabbing her arm and slapping her lightly to force her to let go.

"No- no- please, let me go..."

She tightened her grip, making his eyes roll back to his head. She was choking him. She knew what she was doing.

"I-I can't b-breathe."

"Good," she whispered, her face getting closer to his. He let out another cough and gasped for air, his face turning light blue.

She smirked before she pulled him by his hand, leading him up the stairs.

"P-Please, no. I don't feel comfortable-"

He was interrupted by a loud crack. Pain shot up his other cheek and his head turned to the side, just a little bit. He let out violent sobs of pain.

"Go. To. The fucking bedroom." She ordered through gritted teeth.

He sobbed and took slow, weak steps towards his bedroom. Unlocking the door and entering the room, she pushed him inside the place and shut the door behind them. It made a loud thud.

"Please, don't do this to me." He begged, tears blinding his vision.

"Strip." She growled, causing him to shake his head rapidly, putting his hands together once again to beg her. "Let me see you, slut."

He shook his head again before she reached up and sent a powerful slap to his face. "Do you need me to help you rip them off you?"

He shook his head and reached for his shirt, throwing it over his head to reveal his toned stomach. She gulped and continued to stare at him, her heart pounding fast.

"Take off your pants and underwear. Now." She ordered, licking her lower lip.

He did as told, trying to hold in his sobs of pain. Soon enough, she took in the sight of his naked body before her, smirking once again. She furrowed her eyebrows and stepped towards him, letting out something from the purse that hung by her shoulder.

A spray bottle.

"N-No..."

She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her, put the bottle close to his face and pressed on the button.

He heard the ticking noise first, then felt the mysterious substance spraying on his nose and mouth. She smirked and put a hand over his mouth and nose, covering them and trapping the scent in between.

He let out a groan of pain as his head spun. His knees buckled. His vision blurred. His heart raced for a few, brief moments before it slowed and stumbled to a halt.

And all he could think of at that moment was his wife.

His back hit the bed behind him with a soft squish, and his vision faded in and out. Black and white.

He could see her climbing on top of him. He could feel the pressure on his lips where she kissed him. He could hear her mutter degrading words toward him and his wife. And yet, his body wasn't moving. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't stay awake.

And soon enough, he was met by the overwhelming darkness.