tags/warnings; DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dubcon, semi-public sex, angst and porn, ambiguous ending, domestic violence, obsession, unhealthy ABUSIVE relationship (this oneshot contains very dark content and it's not a LOVE story, or well it's a very sick and twisted one so please do not read if you are sensitive to any of these tags, i am not responsible for any residual effects this story may have on the sensitive reader, so please proceed with caution.)
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Once, shortly after Jisoo went on her first proper date, her mother had sat Jisoo down and warned her of the dangers of love.
"I know you're young," she had said. "And that you think love is this beautiful and wonderful thing—and ideally it is—but there's another side to it too. It can be something poisonous and twisted, something dangerous, and it's very important to not let your feelings blindside you to that danger."
Jisoo wishes she had listened to her more. Maybe if she had then she wouldn't have found herself in this situation: blindfolded, gagged, and bound in the backseat of a car driving towards who-knows-where. She's long stopped fighting and struggling, knowing that it's futile, and her wrists are burning behind her back as the tight fabric digs into her skin. She can still see faint light through the thick cloth around her eyes, but she has no idea what time of day it is or where they're headed—only that it's far from where they were.
She's spent hours thinking of what she'll say to her, of what apologies or pleas she could make, but when the car finally drifts to a stop and the engine is silenced Jisoo still has no idea what she could possibly say that would save her from the torture that is to come.
The passenger door opens and Jisoo flinches as a hand wraps around her ankle. She instinctively flails and wildly kicks outward at her kidnapper, but it's futile. Two hands maneuver around her aimless attacks, tightly winding themselves around her ankles, and yank her out of the car. She feels herself fall and she thinks her head will slam against the ground, but then that same pair of hands grabs her shoulders and hoists her upwards and pins her against the side of the car. Jisoo's hands are crushed behind her back and she can feel the harsh grooves of the rear wheel, dirt and dust staining her hands black.
"Oh, Kim Jisoo." Jisoo freezes at the sound of her voice, fear clenching her heart. It used to be that her voice made her feel safe and loved, but now all Jisoo feels is an intense fear and dread. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you? Did you really think you could escape from me?"
Jisoo's grateful for the gag. But, of course, that means she can no longer have it and Jennie rips it from her mouth. Jisoo wants to cough and spit, but Jennie doesn't let her. Jisoo feels Jennie's lips against hers. She feels Jennie's tongue sliding through her mouth, licking at all her excess saliva and swallowing it. Jisoo hates how that still makes her shiver. Jisoo hates how she instinctively kisses Jennie back. She doesn't want to kiss Jennie back.
Jennie is cradling her face, her touch deceptively soft—but Jisoo doesn't fall for her lies anymore, and she keeps kissing Jisoo. She's ravenous, voracious, and it terrifies Jisoo. Jisoo thinks Jennie will swallow her whole with the ferocity of her kiss, but finally Jennie parts from her and they're both breathing heavily, heaving in lungfuls of much needed oxygen.
"I'm sorry," Jisoo says as soon as she can. And then she takes in another gulping breath of air. "I'm sorry!"
Jisoo can't see Jennie's face. She doesn't know if Jennie is angry or not—of course she's angry! But how angry?—and that makes her tremble. Jennie's thumb strokes Jisoo's cheek and Jisoo tenses and prepares for the inevitable slap, but it doesn't come. Instead Jennie's lips press into her cheek and she presses featherlight kisses there. Jisoo would prefer to be beaten than this. She doesn't know whether to flinch from Jennie's gentle touch or to lean into it.
