Psycho | SEVENTEEN FF [ON HOLD]

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Hannahs POV:
Knowing that I had to sleep in the same room as him internally freaked me out. I looked around the room to see if there was a couch or anything I could sleep on, but there was nothing.

Looking around in with a clear frown on my face, not liking the idea at all, he drops himself on the bed, sitting in a position where his arms are stretched out from behind, and his legs at the side of the bed.

He looks at me, raising one of his eyebrows.
"Talk."

"Huh?"

"It's obvious you want to say something." He points out. I gulp in nervousness at this.

"Umm.. w-why do we have to sleep in the same room?"I ask while fiddling with my fingers. He smirks at my question. It wasn't his usual smirk, but more of a psychopathic one revealing a bit of his teeth.

He slowly stands up from the bed, taking slow steps towards me, making me automatically take steps back until I was cornered between the door and him. I panic at the close proximity, turning my head towards another direction in order to avoid having his face close to mine.

He leans both of his arms on both sides of my head before leaning his face closer to my ear, not forgetting to tuck the strand that was on the side of my face behind my ear.

His breath fanning on it, making my heartbeat rapidly, not knowing what to expect next.
"Simple. So I can kill you in your sleep. After that, I'll chop your body into tiny pieces, mutate it and feed it to the dogs. Doesn't that sound exciting?" He whispers those dark words into my ear, making my face loose colour.

The same feeling of as nausea and homesickness hits me again. My face, clearly showing how horrified I was at his words, I instantly drop to the floor as my shaking legs couldn't make me stand any longer.

He laughs at this. "I would've already done that with the moment I laid my eyes on you. But, where's the fun in killing you in an instant, right?" He looks down at me, tilting his head at me. He really looked like a true psychopath. I fist my hands together.

He grabs a fist of my hair from the back of my head, making me let out a slight scream, pushing me to stand up to throw me on the bed.

I immediately look back at him, worried of his next actions, but he pushed me back down on my face, before plopping himself on the bed, lying down next to me. I gulp at this. My head pounds painfully as a reaction at his previous aggressive action.

I automatically put my hand at the back of my head to cope with the pain. Suddenly, I feel him wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him. My back hitting his chest, making my heart pound rapidly at this.

I feel him press his lips on the area my head was throbbing, earning a squeak from me. My shoulders automatically lifting up as a response to the weird yet ticklish feeling of his lips against my skin. The kiss was a 5 second one, but felt like eternity to me, as I was still processing the foreign touch on me.