Wrong love | Minsung {Discontinued}

33 - Crimson

-Jisung-

⚠️: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS! - Death, Abuse, blood

I peered into Dae's piercing eyes, my resolve faltering as I let out a feeble scoff. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do it," I stated plainly, shrugging my shoulders in defiance. Dae, undeterred, rose from his seat, advancing towards me with a determined stride. Instinctively, I retreated until the hard surface of the wall halted my movement. He closed the distance, his presence looming over me, and I could sense the heat of his breath, unpleasantly close to my ear. "You're not fooling anyone. I know you have the damn phone," he growled, his words dripping with contempt.

A sharp pain shot through my abdomen as his knee forcefully collided with my stomach, causing me to involuntarily gasp for air. Gripping my hair tightly, he yanked my head back, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "You're unbelievable," he spat, his voice dripping with venomous frustration. "Where's the phone?" His demand hung in the air, laden with a menacing undertone that sent shivers down my spine.

Despite the searing pain radiating from the blow to my stomach, I mustered a shrug, a wry smile playing at the corners of my lips. Months of enduring hardships had tempered my spirit; I had survived a kidnapping, after all—I could certainly weather the storm of Dae's aggression. Meeting his gaze with a defiant yet composed expression, I refused to let fear overtake me. I flashed him a smile, my eyes betraying none of the turmoil within. But before I could even process his next move, my head was forcefully slammed against the unyielding surface of the wall. The impact sent shockwaves of pain coursing through my skull, momentarily disorienting me.

"Fucking psycho," Dae muttered through clenched teeth, his frustration boiling over. The throbbing ache in my head only intensified as he reiterated his demand, each word punctuated by a menacing intensity. "Where. Is. The. Phone," he demanded once more, his tone laced with an impatient edge. I met his gaze with a feigned innocence, masking the turmoil roiling within me. "Hmmm~ I still don't know. Sorry!" I replied, my voice tinged with mock sweetness, defiance burning brightly beneath the facade of nonchalance.

I couldn't contain my laughter as I glanced at him, though the dangerous glint in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, a faint noise emitted from the phone, interrupting the tense atmosphere. With a roll of my eyes, I watched as Dae deftly retrieved it from my hiding spot, his expression morphing into one of triumph as he held it aloft as if it were damning evidence. "You absolute FUCKING brat," he muttered, venom dripping from his words as he shot me a glare. In response, I simply winked at him, a gesture that seemed to stoke the fires of his rage even further.

With deliberate slowness, he advanced towards me, his every step laden with malice. "You're finished, Han," he snarled, his voice laced with menace. Mockingly, I retorted, "What are you going to do, slap me?" His response was swift and brutal. Gripping me by the hair, he flung me to the ground with a force that knocked the wind out of me. I stared up at him, the malevolence in his gaze sending a chill coursing through my veins. Before I could react, his onslaught began—a relentless barrage of kicks and punches raining down on me. Memories of similar assaults flooded my mind, my heart racing with a mix of fear and defiance.

"Dae, please stop!" I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation. "Please, baby!" Each word was punctuated by agonized cries as his relentless assault continued, each kick finding its mark on already tender bruises and scars. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat and blood. For a moment, his onslaught ceased, and I dared to hope for reprieve. But the respite was short-lived as his harsh voice sliced through the air like a knife. "Tell me who you were talking to," he demanded, his tone laced with a cold fury that sent a shiver down my spine.

Through choked sobs, I managed to croak out the truth. "I told you; it was just Felix!" The admission hung in the air, thick with tension, as I braced myself for his response. "Are you raising your voice at me?" Dae's smirk sent a chill coursing through me, a harbinger of the punishment yet to come. Trembling uncontrollably, I knew what awaited me next. With a rough grip on my hair, he forced my head up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes, devoid of emotion yet burning with unbridled rage, bore into mine, and I felt as though I was staring into the depths of hell itself

As the haze of pain began to subside, I became acutely aware of the new, ominous presence in Dae's hand—the glint of steel catching the dim light. My eyes flicked to the knife, then back to the chilling gaze fixed upon me. I found myself in a familiar yet terrifying position, with Dae's fingers wound tightly in my hair, only this time accompanied by a weapon that promised far more devastation than his usual fists that would collide and seemingly perfectly connect to my face.

Despite the fear that threatened to overwhelm me, a surge of something else ignited within me—rage, raw and unyielding. How dare he intrude upon the fragile peace I had fought so hard to cultivate? How dare he attempt to snatch away the tentative happiness I had begun to grasp? With a sense of defiance burning bright within me, I met Dae's predatory smile with a steely glare of my own. I was finally in a spot where I was decently happy with my new life of recovery and he just had to come in and ruin it all, take away my happiness but I know for a fact he was not about to take away my life too.

In a surge of fury, I summoned all my strength to push him away, seizing the knife in the process. Now it was his turn to feel fear. With the blade poised menacingly before him, I warned, "Take one step and I'll carve your face apart." In that moment, I reclaimed control. No longer the one subjected to his torment, I vowed to make him suffer as I had suffered. Straddling Dae, I brandished the knife, my arms trembling with adrenaline-fueled determination.

"What the hell are you doing, sweetie—" His words cut off abruptly as I bellowed, "DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT!" I was done with his manipulative games. "Alright, calm down, Sungie," he attempted to placate me, but the mention of that nickname ignited a firestorm of memories—of Minho, his sweet words which contrasted against all the pain and betrayal from the monster I used to love. I knew what needed to be done.

With a swift motion, I brought the knife down, piercing Dae's heart. Blood sprayed, drenching my face in a grotesque crimson mask. Sobbing uncontrollably, I felt the mingling of tears, sweat, and blood, forming a sickening concoction that pooled on the floor beneath me. My breath came in ragged gasps as I dropped the knife, my hands trembling violently with the weight of what I had just done— I had taken a life.

I gagged, trying to suppress the rising nausea, but all I could taste was the metallic tang of blood smeared across my face. Fear gripped me as the enormity of my actions sank in. "Oh my God..." I muttered, my voice barely a whisper. Then, with a sudden surge of panic and horror, I screamed, "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Tears streamed down my cheeks unchecked, as the reality of what I had done crashed over me like a tidal wave.

A soft honey voice called from behind me

"S-Sungie?"

A/N: HOLY SHIT THE MOTIVATION WAS INSANE GUYS , UMM SO LET ME EXPLAIN. I did my first therapy session  and i was suggested to write some of my anger in my stories and Ive been improving on things instead of like rotting every second, but i wrote this because i wanted to show what anger can do because ive also been studying victim reactions to traumatic experiences such as what jisung faced. ANYWAYS stream txt new album guys <3

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