“Kris, you don’t have to do this!” Chanyeol pleaded, his eyes scrunched shut. Tears rolled down the side of his face as he felt his shirt being ripped from his body. Chanyeol sobbed, unsaid words choking him.

Kris mouthed at the crook of Chanyeol’s neck. “You’re all mine, Chanyeol. I won’t let you leave me.” He on the pale skin, leaving a dark purpling mark. “All mine.”

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A/N: have some evil kris.