[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

31

NOT EDITED!
WARNING:: CHAPTER MAY TRIGGER READERS.
RECOMMEND AGE 16+

NARRATIVE
     You crawled back away from him, heart racing with fear. This man... you didn't know him, but he looked familiar. You have no clue who he is, you've never talked to him in person, you don't remember seeing him at any of your college courses. He was a mystery... you felt like you were going to become a mystery... a person who dies from a mysterious murder.

     You quickly stood up on your feet and started throwing the items closest to you, hoping to by time for absolutely anything. You even picked up the lamp and threw it at him, the sound of glass shattering rung out in the room. "Stop that, Y/N! Why're you making this hard on us?!"

     You didn't bother to respond when you saw him approaching you. This time as he got closer, you grabbed the back of the large dresser and pulled it forward, watching the wood fall to the found, wood shards flying everywhere. You could feel splinters and glass pieces stuck to the soles of your feet. "You're really asking for it..."

     This time you shivered. His face was darkened, you could only dream of the horrific acts he would perform on you if he ever got his hands on you. As he reached the side of the bed you were on, you crawled overtop off the mattress hoping to get away. You let out a yelp when you feel his rough hands latch onto your ankles, dragging you back. You kick your feet screaming at him to let you go, only for his hand to smack against your cheek. Swelling starting to rise as tears starting to fall. "Watch what you say, bitch. If you don't, I won't go easy on you."

     He grabbed your wrists in one hand and held them up in the air, watching you struggle. This fear for death that arises in your eyes seemed to be a turn on for him. It sickened you to the bone, you felt deep hatred for this man. You wanted to scoop his eyes balls out that dared laid eyes on you. You wanted to break every finger that he used to touch your precious body... lastly, you just wanted him to suffer, a cruel and horrible death. You were taught to never wish death upon someone...
     —but in this case, it was necessary.

     There was no stopping him now, you knew exactly what he had planned, you also knew exactly that you were incapable of stopping him since you were obviously weaker in the physical aspect. So the least you were going to do was make this as much as a hell hole for him as it will be you. You gather as much as your saliva in your mouth as possible. Puckering your lips and a force of air blowing towards his face, you spit landing right on his closed eyelid. "Fuck you, you piece of shit."

     His face fell as he heard you drag the words out with the most hateful tone in your voice. This man whose been obsessed with you ever since day one, whose been commenting on your posts, watching you from afar got the courage to finally talk to you, only got the words 'fuck you'... so he planned that's exactly what he was going to do. He was going to forcefully claim you, obeying your words. So he smirked and nodded "okay, as you wish."

     He climbed on top of your bed, straddling you to weigh you against the mattress to stop any movements you were making. You were squirming and swaying, hoping to knock him off. With no avail, he placed your hands under his knees, pushing them hard against the surface. Restraining your hands to stop your actions of pushing him away. You screamed in pain as you felt your fingers bend backwards, afraid of him breaking your hands. He slowly started to unbutton your blouse, exposing your white laced bra. His scrawny fingers, tracing your curves.

     You'd move your knees up against his back, hoping to knock him forward. The man then forcefully grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. Eyes connecting. You were a shivering mess, you could feel him eye raping you. You felt disgusted. You wanted to wash away this icky feeling, you wanted to skin your own flesh because he dared to lay a hand on you. Then you realized why he was so familiar. Why, this man you've never met, was so fucking familiar...

Igotminhoes id smash
Igotminhoes let's link,, I wanna hit that
Igotminhoes why do you still got your Christmas tree up?

     You remember him popping up on your notifications. Curiosity running through your mind about how this stranger can say such bold things, so you stalked his account for a good few minutes. That's why. Your mouth hung open as you both just stared at eachother. "... I know you..." he smiled as those words escaped your mouth in a mumble. It only made you more scared. How long has this man been watching you? He started commenting on your shit two year ago. Was it since then, or long before that? "You're that creep from my Instagram..."

     His face fell once he heard the word...
     —"creep? whose the fucking creep? All along! I've been trying to get you to notice me! But it's always either both fucking Jeonghan or Mingyu in the way! You're just like everyone else. You're only in it for the looks, you a slut—"

     You found the chance for his weakness as he started talking. His grip loosened the moment you said you knew him. He was hoping for a joyous moment, a moment in which you'd announce your dying love for him, you admiration towards his determination to be with you.
     —Something that was never going to happen. As your hands escaped, you pushed him away, off of you, soon aligning your foot to his stomach, watching him fall to the ground. You wanted to stay more and kick the shit out of him. Instead you took the opportunity to run out of your room and down the stairs. Not bothering to fix your attire, you just wanted out. You wanted to be away from him. That monster. Minho the fucking creep.

     You pull open the front door, hearing Minho scream for you not to leave. He was crying your name as you left. When the door swung open, you were faced with a panting and sweaty Jeonghan. His eyes widened at you, grabbing your wrist and turning around dragging you to his car. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... are you alright?!"

     Jeonghan yelled as you started driving away from the house. You were panting hard, your hands clenched around the fabric surrounding your heart. You had a difficulty with breathing. You were still scared. You just nodded your heads as you continued to sob quietly into your arm. This only scared Jeonghan more. The thought of you going through this, if he could he'd ask the god above to take this pain away from you and let him endure it. Because if you're going through something, damn right Jeonghan will be going through the same thing as you too. That's the strange thing about love.

     Jeonghan was seeing red. Everything was red. He was furious, he felt the need to get his hands dirty. Not with mud, not with germs...
     —with blood. Not anyone's blood. That stalker Minho's blood specifically. He wanted to tear off that males every limb, He wanted to discard every bone in Minho's body.

     Jeonghan couldn't and wouldn't dare call him a man, not even a boy. He was a pathetic excuse as a man. His was a disgrace to not only the male population, but the whole human species in general. No man, or boy, would ever do what he has done. What he has done was something someone in an asylum would do.

     Jeonghan quickly tossed two things onto your lap, after you calmed down a little. Pulling up to a hotel that his family owned. It was his cellphone and his wallet. "Go inside and show them the hotel card, they'll know where to bring you. I'll call you later, for now wait for me inside that building. You'll be safe.. I promise."

      You turned to stare at Jeonghan. You wiped your index finger under your nose. You glance at his pale hands there gripped tightly onto the steering wheel. You could only nod you head, opening the door and stepping out. You were too shocked to protest. He doesn't drive away yet, so you took this chance to question him. "... where are you going?"

     "I'm going to go kill that sick bastard."