Beauty and The Beast - A Bboing Fanfic

Caged

~Beast~ 

"...we're getting married next week," those words had been ringing in my head ever since I heard them. Flashes of that man keeping his hand on her shoulder were endlessly going in front of me. I was sitting on the floor in my room hugging my knees to my chest. I had her handkerchief in my hand as if she was there with me. 

It was raining heavily outside and making my mind a mess. I was afraid and traumatized, not just by the rain, but also by the fact that I was losing Boyoung to another man. I would have stepped back if she had chosen that man willingly. But she was doing it for her father and uncle, which didn't make sense to me at all. 

For me, it was as if the universe was plotting to take her away from me against her will. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't see another man touch her as if she was his. She acted like she didn't care, but I knew she was shattered from the inside. I wanted her to face the truth. She should have known that she couldn't lie to me. 

When the rain stopped, I wasn't in my right mind. I took my car and drove towards her home. There was nothing else I could think of. I just wanted her.

We had feelings for each other and I needed an explanation for why she was leaving me even when she didn't love the other man. 

I planned to make her accept that she was lying when she said she didn't have real feelings for me, but it didn't go as expected. As soon as I saw her, I started losing control. How could I not pull her into my arms when she was right in front of me? 

She looked scared. But she wasn't scared of me. She was afraid of what I had become. There was concern in her eyes.

I wanted to show her how hard I had fallen for her. But to my dismay, I couldn't express it as a normal human being would. I didn't know how to handle her gently. How could I? When I didn't even know how to handle my raging emotions. 

She was pushing me with both her hands but she still clenched my shirt as if she never wanted me to go. She never moved her face away when I kissed her, she always kissed me back. I was even more sure that she was just lying to me and herself. But why?

I can't explain what happened after I carried her to bed. I didn't even know whether what I wanted to do would make her feel good or not. I just saw her reaction and kept going. She had told me earlier that she would like it if I touched her there and that's all I did. Of course, I couldn't be gentle which I regret. Tragically, she had to face the real beast in me that way. 

"But it's still you Oppa," she said and pulled me down to kiss me. 

Her kiss was delicate and she caressed my back as if she was calming me down. Her embrace was so warm that I melted. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I suddenly realized that I might have done something wrong. I lifted myself and she had tears in her eyes. When I looked down, her body was bruised with the marks I had given her. I had done what I was afraid of, I had harmed her. 

"Boyoung!" I shouted as I opened my eyes. I was panting heavily. I felt cold because I didn't have my shirt on. I couldn't even move. I expected that I was at home but I looked to my side and got shocked.

I was still on her bed. She was lying next to me with her head resting on my arm. She had wrapped a thin white sheet around her chest to cover it. One of her hands was resting on my bare chest as if she was patting me while I slept. I was confused but I couldn't speak. I didn't want to wake her up but she slowly started opening her eyes. 

"You're up?" she said softly as she patted me on the chest.

As my eyes met hers, I flinched and looked away.