Them Not Wanting Her to Leave After Finding Out They’re in Mafia: VIXX
Now… HakYeon here, is a natural born leader, so he’d always want to be on top pf things, commanding your every action, and when he sees you trying to disobey his order that clearly stated for you to stay in your room and wait until he came back home, he was raging mad. He had already began to plan how he’d get you back, dragging you by your collar and locking you up inside of his house.
Leo had always been a quiet man, so therefore you never really communicated between each other, which allowed him the opportunity to analyse your personality so that he wouldn’t need to hear anything from you but he’d already know what’s up. That night he had locked everything up with his private key, taking your phone away from you and going to bed just as usual. He promised himself that you won’t escape from him, even if you’ll be unhappy.
As you informed him of you leaving his house, he had accepted everything with a calm smile, nodding his head patiently at you, saying that it was okay and that he understood, allowing you to leave with nothing but a goodbye. As ecstatic as you could get, you prayed that your life would continue having the lucky streak, however, that did not happen. You were not accepted to any jobs, your credit cards were blocked and you were soon kicked out of your small rented house, unable to pay for the bills. You only had one person to blame. You knew you had to return.
You always knew that Ravi was a crazy man, whether he used alcohol or he didn’t. The difference about him after he uses alcohol, his tongue becomes loose, as well, so on that evening, you’d heard things that weren’t particularly nice to know. Just as soon as the man blacked out from the alcohol you had packed everything up and ran away from his house. Everything was nice and rainbows for a couple of weeks, until you received a letter with familiar writing, threatening to slowly take out your loved ones if you wouldn’t return home.
You had thrown a tantrum right in HongBin’s face, crying over the fact that you had loved a murderer, appaled at his nerve t lie to you; the woman he had claimed to love. He followed you around his house, listening quietly to your cries and frowning to himself, after all, he did nothing wrong, so why were you crying so much? As he saw you packing your bags, he had speed-walked into your room, snatching the bags away from your hands and setting a glare on your face.
“If you hoped to leave, then tough luck, Love. You’re staying.”
In the spurt of the moment and all of the anger thrown between you two, he had a short blackout and hit your neck with the side of his hand, making you loose consciousness. At a loss for words at his own actions he simply stood erect in the middle of the room, you laying by his feet. Soon regaining his senses he bent down and took you into his arms, taking you to a small basement and locking you up, there. As much as he felt guilty towards doing this- he would simply go insane if you’d ever leave him.