After Mari gets done with her shower, she limps back to her bed and sits down on the mattress, holding her wrists out so Jimin can bandage them.
"Thank you," Jimin says as he pulls some gauze from the first aid kit. "I'll make it fast so you don't have to deal with me."
Mari stares down at the floor, an empty expression painted on her face. She is exhausted, mentally and physically.
"I know I'm not completely sane," Jimin says as he begins to bandage up her left wrist. "I know I'm unstable and I get really angry sometimes. But I think it's justified, you know? I only want the best for us, and we are the best for each other. Don't you feel that we're meant to be partners?"
Mari shudders as his words surround her like a plague she can't escape from.
"You are on the road to becoming a legend, Mari. People will hear your name and gush over how wonderful of a dancer you are. They will praise me for teaching you every trick in my book from years of dancing. They will worship me for overcoming being paralyzed to take a student under my wing. We are doing so much for each other and for the world."
Mari tries to block out his crazed explanation; she can tell he truly believes every word that is spilling from his lips.
"The world deserves to see your grace and your beauty. You just need me to pull on your strings to get you there. Together, we will be gods. Can't you see that?"
Mari wants to scream in his face. She wants to slap him and make a run for it.
But she knows that a simple flick of his wrist will stop her in her tracks.
And there's no telling what her punishment will be for trying to escape again.
So she stays silent, keeping her eyes trained on the floor as Jimin begins to bandage her right wrist.
"I'm sorry," he says, and Mari's eyes glance up at him for a moment. He's concentrated on bandaging her wrist, but his eyebrows are slightly furrowed as if he's lost in thought.
"I react too harshly when you act out," he says. "I just feel so passionately about what I am doing. I am giving you the future I always wanted for myself. I'm giving you a gift. I just have trouble seeing it from your perspective, I guess. When you do something like what you did last night, it hurts me. It makes me think you don't see this as a generous gift. You take advantage of me and my hospitality. So I lash out, and I am sorry for that. I will work on my temper, I promise."
He finishes bandaging up her wrists and then sends her a small smile before leaving the basement, and Mari holds her head in her hands in defeat.
She knows that he would rather see her die than let her go.
So will she let him control her for years to come, or accept her death sentence?
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Marionette | BTS ✓
Fanfiction"Dance for me." She is a dancer. He was a dancer. When he asks to be her mentor, he won't take no for an answer.
