𝗲𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

don't blame me || lee heeseung

Heeseung is an man loves hurting people, an psychopath who got trapped at a mental hospital, no chances of going out. Meanwhile, his ex girlfriend who got forced to break up with him when he started hurting people is an nurse at the hospital he was in. He was glad that he was trapped there, he could never be much happy than seeing her everyday, checking up on him every time.

He does something bad to himself so that she could check up on him and heal him. She was his personal healer, an angel. He does everything so that she could interact with him. Heeseung couldn't bare at the thought of her talking and checking up on other people. He wants them dead.

Heeseung is furious when someone tries talking to her, she's his and he's hers. Can't people understand? Heeseung wanted to go out of his room, he tries breaking the glass but it was too thick for his liking. So the only way is to hurt himself once again.

Looking at his arms, there were many several cuts and his self is the reason why and nobody else. She admits, she is indeed tired taking care of him almost everyday but it was her job anyways. Why not the other doctors or nurses? Why always her?

She enters his room, and his gaze immediately went to her petite figure. A smile forming on his lips as he stood up, walking up to her, pouting like a toddler and shows her his fresh cut on his arm making her cringe at the sight. All she does is treat his cuts and talk to him for minutes because he does not want her to leave his room when they don't talk to each other yet.

She treated Heeseung's cuts and after that, she knew he was expecting her to talk to him but she's awkward with him especially that they're ex-lovers but Heeseung thinks that they're still dating and no other can try telling him or they're dead.

"I love you." He said, grabbing her wrist as she tried walking away from him. She shook her head, trying to remove his grip onto her arm which is now hurting because it was too tight- his grip is too tight.

"Heeseung, please. Let go of me!" She hissed when he digged his nails into her skin making it bleed visibly. Since there was an CCTV plastered above the side of the ceiling of his room, workers barged into his room, trying to stop him from hurting her even much more.

"Why won't you say it back?!" Heeseung yelled, trying to get away from several men holding him back or else he would hurt everybody in the room. She shook her head, her gaze immediately went to the floor as she looked at her arm, bleeding.

"I'm sorry, please move on." She said, walking out of the room as quickly as possible. An raging Heeseung clenching his fists and glared hardly at the mens holding him back.

"Let go of me, bastards." He said, sternly.

but don't ever blame me when I escaped this shitty hospital. don't blame me when everyone who interfere between me and   y/n's relationship dies, even my parents. love made me crazy, and she was the exact reason why i'm like this.