MADHOUSE || PJM

#27

a mocking laugh.

rough, cruel lips against my skin.

sobs, pleadings, pain.

hands with gloves touching me.

groans, moans.

indecent talk.

i open my eyes, breathing heavily. the sunlight makes me close them again until i get used to the light. it's already morning.

i feel a weicht on my waist, and i look down to find jimin's arms around me.
i smile, calming down.

i take his hand, opening it to entwine it with mine. but my smile fades away when i see his knuckles. he has bruises that seem to be disappearing, and a cut on one of them that will soon be healed.

i remember yoongi's bruises on his face, and his smile full of irony as he said..

"it's really fun to watch your relationship with the killer."

i stop breathing, my heart beating like crazy. no.. no i'm imagining things, jimin could never.. he.. wouldn't be capable..

i look at his hand again, and my fear increases when i realize it's his left hand.

my mind flies back to that night when i saw the killer holding the knife in his left hand.

"wolves dress like sheep, sweetheart. you need to be smart or you'll end up being devoured."

it can't be, there's no way jimin is the killer.. the killer of my family. right?

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i'm so confused. my footsteps can be heard through the corridor as i quickly make my way to my room. i ran away from jimin after seeing his knuckles, i has no courage to stay, to wake him up and ask him about it. i'm too scared of his answer.

there are also these horrible memories of having been touched against my will, and i don't understand anything. did that also happen that night?

i've never felt so frustrated in my life. i need answers and right now, jasmine is the only one who can help me.

i enter my room, closing the door behind me and find jasmine sleeping peacefully on my bed.
i step closer and shake her a little.
"jasmine."

she wakes up and rubs her eyes.
"oh y/n.. what time is it?"

very early, but late for all the questions i have.

"sorry to wake you up like this."

"no it's fine. did you have fun?"
she sat up and looked at me.

i remember jimin's knuckles.
"i don't want to talk about it."

"then? i thought you woke me up because you couldn't wait to tell me about your time with him."

"no jasmine. dr. kim told me you could tell me about the boy i can't remember."

"oh that."

"i'm not blaming you for not telling me earlier, i know you had orders from dr. kim not to tell me due to my stability and stuff like that. so please, tell me everything you know right now."
i sit next to her.

"finally.. it was killing me not being able to tell you. you know i never hide anything from you."
she takes a deep breath.
"two weeks after you moved in, you started talking to me about him. you met him when he went with his parents to greet your family, the new neighbors. from the first moment you saw him, you sounded so entranced in him, he was everything you talked to me about."