A tiny clink on the concrete makes a sound like a gunshot as he realizes that it’s the ring he gave you that falls from your hand.

“Is that what you want?” Hurt and false hope dragged his voice down an extra octave, a tone that pulled your heartstrings every time. Chanyeol keeps his grip on you firm and pulls you back, not even trying to make it seem like you could get away. And you knew you couldn’t, he wouldn’t let you, not this time. There wouldn’t be any running away from this.