nightlife ● enhypen

bet my life

》》Isis《《

I need peace. I need an escape from that horrifying dream that could have just as easily been a reality. I need comfort.

I need Sunoo.

"Sunoo." I said before my mind could even register.

"Huh?" Jay questioned, looking somewhat dejected, not that I noticed in the slightest. I tried to speak louder and clearer so that he could understand me.

"Can you get Sunoo? Please?" My voice betrayed me at the end, breaking and showing my vulnerability. He nodded and left the room leaving me alone with my thoughts.

"Come on baby." Jay carried me from the living room to his room, placing my on his bed. "Let's sleep." He suggested removing his shirt and kissing my forehead. I nodded nestling into shirt as he held me.

Not even a second later it was around 4am.

"Jay," I called quietly shaking him. I needed to use that bathroom but couldn't release his grip. "Jay!" I called again more urgently. WIthout looking down at me, he grabbed my wrists in his large hands, cuffing them to the bed posts. I looked at my hands then back at him only to realize that this wasn't Jay.

It was Jaebeom, from the club.

"You thought I was done, babygirl?" I cringe at the name. 'Baby' felt cute coming from Jay but no so much from a man more than triple my age. 

I thrashed against the restraints to no prevail. While I focused on freeing my hands, he quickly restrained my feet in the same manner.

"NO!" I yelled. "HELP PLEASE!" Mr. Park hovered over my powerless body. I turned my head to look around, still thrashing my body in the hope that he'd fly off of me.

"No one's coming to help you." I heard a voice call. Jay stood just a few feet from where I laid. Watching and allowing all of this to happen.

What is he doing here? Why won't he stop him. 

He slowly walk towards me with a now visible roll of duct tape. My eyes began to well up with tears.

"No, no please don't!" I pleaded with Mr. Park, hoping he'd let me go. My wishful thoughts were soon banished to the back of my mind as Jaebeom—sporting a sick, sinister grin— began to slowly trail his hands up my shirt. The tears began to fall and showed no signs of stopping. "No, please, Jae—" I was cut off by his harsh tone.

"Shut her up!" He called to Jay, who absentmindedly complied. He ripped off a reasonable sized piece and placed it over my mouth, muffling my tears. I felt Jaebeom's hands roaming my body, his hands exploring places what I wouldn't have consented to in a million years, but all I could feel was hurt, fear and betrayal.

Not towards Jaebeom. Not in that moment, although I'll admit he's always made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

But towards Jay. A betrayal from someone you thought you trusted, hurts more than anything.

"Isis." He says in a monotonous voice. I sobbed harder.

"Isis!" He begins to say repeatedly, getting louder each time. The final time was ten times louder than the rest and his face held so much fury that it terrified me.

Then I opened my eyes and locked eyes with Jay.

Not the evil monster from my dreams, just your average, angry bird-looking Jay. Except in that moment, I couldn't differentiate the two. I was too overwhelmed at my emotions from the dream that they carried over into reality. It made me feel really bad to see Jay looking hurt, but it didn't hit me until he left the room.