UNHINGED || JUNGKOOK

H i !

Y/N POV

"You found me"

A chill rode up my spine and my neck.

He was here. He found me.

But, I was not ready. My body and mind were yet to process the fact that the man I searched for, found me. I did not meet him, he met me.

And I did not want that.

My eyes were wide, my hands grew cold. 

Why did he find me?

I don't know what to do.

Am I going to die?

I don't want to die. I don't want to be killed by him.

Is he going to stab me?

It is going to hurt. I don't want it to hurt. I realised I had reached a place of such indecisiveness as closer I got to death, closer to him. Tears kept falling down my cheeks. They fell onto my hoodie, my chest feeling the wet cloth sticking to it. My neck was still arched in pain with a burning scalp.

He pulled onto my hair more till my neck fell onto his shoulder. My head tilted and facing him.

I could see his face.

My eyes met his and all I saw was amusement. He enjoyed this. My heart rang loud while his eyes only became lighter with each drop of my tear.

My nostrils were lined against the crook of his neck, the smell of cigarettes and something unfamiliar filled my lungs. His rugged body was pressed against my back as my eyes try to shut themselves tight. The grip on my hair only became tighter, his neck bent sideways to look down at my face.

I felt his warm breath hitting my face.

Make this a dream, someone please wake me up. I want to wake up, please.

"Aye, why are your eyes closed? open them."

My eyes open themselves to see him again. 

His smile, right in front of me. I stared into it, my body giving up. This was real and I can not escape this, no one has. How can I?

He was overjoyed seeing me in my state.

His lips stretched into a smile, brows raised with his cheeks slightly lifted. The closer I looked, I noticed a small scar on his left cheek while his hair fell on his forehead as some of it covered his ears that blinked silver.

He was someone no one could expect to be a murderer. His pale skin dimly lit in the dark while his eyes looked dark brown. So normal. He was someone you could have sat next to in a classroom, bus, he could be anywhere and no one would suspect him.

I felt something cold against my throat. My eyes tried to look down but they couldn't, he held my hair too tight.

"Ahh, you wanna see?"

As his elbow travelled up, his fingers held something I still could not comprehend until it was right in front of me. It was a knife and it was sharp. His fingers gripped onto the cloth wrapped handle and brought it between our faces as he twisted it around in front of me giving me a good view.

It scared me, he was still smiling.

He pressed it against my throat again this time deeper until I felt something leak out of me. My eyes shook as I tried so hard to scream but I  just couldn't. Why me?

I hate this. Please someone help me. 

"Oh, what am I doing? I can't have you dead yet, I haven't even played with you"

He was pouting now. What is happening?

"H-help me." my voice tried to reach out to anyone who was around.

I was pushed against the wall, his hand pressed around my throat while his other brought the blade up to my cheek. He didn't slice it yet. But he looked at me, he looked at me as though I was something made for him to play with, something he could torment. 

He was smiling harder, his eyes were wider and darker. His brows were raised. Wrinkles on the corner of his lips that almost reached his ears as his teeth peeked through them. He looked terrifying. He looked at me with such happiness, so much happiness as if I was a blessing in his life. It was not gratitude for me but for himself. He was thankful he found me.

My tears ran down my cheeks while fear clogged my throat. I could not swallow it. My eyes shut themselves again, I didn't want to see him. I was terrified of him.

"What do I do with you? do I take you home? or do I kill you here?"

He was quiet.

"Hmm, let's take you home, you will meet the other pets. how about that, huh?"

I didn't say anything. 

I felt the blade slide down my jaw. It ran up and down my face.

"Come on, baby. Answer me" he whispered into my ears.

I didn't.

"Ah, you want me to carve something on your forehead?"

My eyes were torn open. Anything but that. 

I shook my head violently. 

"Good girl, I will save it for later" he smirked, his maniac eyes stayed fixed at me. 

The blades of my shoulder rubbed against the bricked wall, his grip on my throat getting tighter until he let go. My hands flew to my knees as I crouched and coughed hard. His feet were before me, could I run?

I have to try, my legs began to inch closer towards the edge of the alley. I stood up, just as I was ready to sprint a gush of wind blew past my ear. It was too close and too loud. Its sound was so similar to a gunshot. But there was no way it could be one. 

My quivering body faced him. And there he was, examining the mechanics of what seemed to be a dark grey pistol. I wasn't even a foot away from him. His arm reached forward and held my shoulder, the same way a friend would. 

"I like my blades you know, they aren't loud, they bleed yet they don't. It makes me happy, cuz there is always proof I did it. But this gun, that that officer held onto with so much surety that it would save him, I couldn't help but try it"

My eyes were filled with horror. There is no escape, I could never leave him. He would never let me go. 

"Don't be like that you will meet him soon, he is probably waiting for me to feed him"

He smiled at me, yet again.

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WOW, I really don't update that much huh? I am so sorry. 

But, yes here it is. Do let me know how you like this one??

baibai!

-Tisha👄