MONSTER || 𝐉𝐉𝐊✓

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† This isn't love †

Warning - mature content ahead.

Heaven's pov

Opening my heavy lidded eyes, I tried to sit but the pain was unbearable. I just felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, when you can't feel any worse.

An extremely uneasy feeling took over me and I wanted to take a shower as soon as possible. Holding the walls for support I slowly stood up and made my way towards the bathroom.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I looked at my miserable self. All I could see was red-bluish marks all over my body. I looked at my side and gasped at the horrifying view. JJK, his initials clearly visible, coated with blood.

Turning on the hot water nob I sat on the floor. No energy to wash myself. As It's been said that time heals all wounds, but I do not agree. The wounds remain the same. In time, the mind, protecting it's sanity, covers them and the pain lessens but it's never actually gone. And I don't think the pain he caused me will ever end, it's for an eternity.

I slowly scrubbed my skin, my wounds were burning. When I was done I wore my clothes.

The wounds hurt and burned in pain when the cloth came in contact. I should have treated them, especially the huge cuts on my side but I have no energy to do so.

I limped downstairs, eating whatever I found in the fridge. Looking around, jungkook was nowhere to be seen meaning only one thing that he has already left.

I went upstairs back when I was done eating, I wanted to rest so I changed the sheets first. I lay on the bed as so many thoughts crossed my mind.

Love is a feeling from the heart, and If jungkook really loved me, then why would he ever hurt me so bad? He was crazy, he was obsessed. Though love and obsession are related in some aspects, the two can never be thought to be the same.

Jimin truly loved me, he wanted the best for me, he wanted me to be happy. He must be worried about me, he must be looking for me. I hope he's okay and not hurt, because I too, truly loved him.

Soon, sleep took over me and when I woke up it was already late. Getting up, I sat on the edge of the bed. I heard the sound of the main door being opened, indicating that jungkook was home.

My heart raced as the sound of his footsteps became more clearer and clearer. I try calming myself down. he must be normal by now, he probably would have realised his mistake too.

When he entered the room, I could easily tell he was intoxicated. I diverted my gaze, looking down at my hands and trying to avoid him but he came and stood in front of me.

I still didn't look at him and the next thing he did shocked me. He leaned down and kissed me but his kiss was gentle.

He placed his hand on my back slowly making me lay on the bed, I panicked really bad, he still was out of his mind.

When he started lifting my shirt, a shiver ran down my spine, my heart paced and I felt like crying again.

“j-jungkook I'm really sorry but can we do this later? Why don't... Why don't we rest for a bit. I'm really tired, please?”

I mumbled slowly as my hands tried to push him slightly, my voice shaking with every single word I spoke.

I was cut short as my face was harshly grabbed, cheeks pinched together and my lips puckered out, face lifted to meet jungkook's's furious gaze.

Fear struck my entire body, all at once. My heart picked up impossibly faster, chest beginning to heave. I tried my best not to hyperventilate and keep my emotions under control, but my body betrayed me and tears began to form along my lashes.

"Just be quiet, I'll be gentle"

He said, or more like threatened because his actions were completely opposite of what he was saying.

His menacing gaze makes me want to curl up and cry, I don't want this, but I had no choice.

I give up, completely..

I know I shouldn't but I had no energy to fight. My body was too weak and fighting back would make things worse, it always did.

Undressing me, he looked down at my body. His finger slowly traced my damaged skin, where the huge cuts of his initials were and I hissed in pain.

He looked at me again. A weird emotion in his face I couldn't make up if he was angry, jealous or sad.

"did that bastard ever touched you?" He questioned and I knew who he was referring to.

“no” I answered slowly.

"good, you're mine and you should only have this kind of relationship with your soon to be husband" He smiled leaning down and kissing me.

"you know I love you so much right? Then why do you have to do all this? We both can be so happy together if you finally learn to behave and-" he trailed off

"you love me, I know you do. it's just you're not realising it now" he spoke, more like convincing himself that I have feelings for him. This was unbelievable, he really was insane.

"But I want to hear it from you, tell me you love me"

I gulped, I didn't wanted to say it, never ever, but something inside me told me that if I didn't day it yet, then things are going to turn much worse for me so it's better to feed into his delusional fantasy.

"I-I love you jungkook"

As those words left my mouth, a satisfactory smirk appeared on his face. “I love you too, my love”

I didn't cried, not this time. I've cried way too much and all my tears are soaked up. He caressed my face with his thumb. He said he'd be gentle but he wasn't.

I waited for the part when this unbearable pain turn into pleasure but like always it never happened. With even my hands free, I couldn't push him off. I grabbed his arm tightly, trying to distract myself from the pain.

"Isn’t just the thought of a mini version of us unbelievably cute? I'd love to have a baby with you."

He mumbled softly, and thrusted harder making me moan in complete pain. My mind went rigid with fear.

But Before I could stop him, It was too late.

My vision started to become blurry, I couldn't keep up with reality. I felt like I was falling apart and couldn't handle any if this anymore physically or mentally.

Black spots covering my vision, my breaths became so uneven.
And then I completely passed out.