MY POSSESSION

🔅 IN THE DIM LIGHT 🔅

*AUTHOR'S POV*

The air thrummed with unspoken dread. Yeon sat across from Gong, the glow of the laptop screen reflecting in Gongyoo’s glasses. "Gong, you need to talk to Zee," Yeon said, his voice tight. Gong looked up, a flicker of irritation in his eyes. "Why? What did that dumbass do now?" he asked. "Gong, this is serious," Yeon insisted, slamming the laptop shut, the sudden silence amplifying the tension in the room. Gong sighed, setting the laptop aside. "Okay, tell me what happened?" he asked, his posture shifting, a hint of concern creeping in. "Zee... Gong, I think Zee forced himself on Harry today," Yeon stated, the words heavy with accusation. Gong's eyes widened, his expression shifting from concern to disbelief. "Come again?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion. "Harry... he came downstairs after Zee took him to his room to talk. He came downstairs much later. I even shouted for him. Zee said he fell asleep, so I went upstairs to check, and he was indeed asleep, which was odd given he isn't really fond of Zayn. But I thought maybe he was tired after everything he's been through. But I called for him again to help with dinner and to make sure he was okay. When... when he came downstairs, he was trembling. He couldn't form a word. His lips were bleeding badly. When I asked if Zayn did anything, he shook his head, but I could tell just by looking at him. Our boy crossed his boundaries. Are you hearing me? He tried to—" Yeon's voice trailed off, the words catching in his throat. What day had come that he had to witness this? Wasn't he a good parent?Gong rose from the bed, his movements swift and decisive. He walked straight to the door. "ZAYN... KIM ZAYN MALIK, COME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the house. Yeon wondered if he should take Harry to the police station. "Wh~what happened, Baba?" Jin asked, coming out of his room. Yeon motioned him to come downstairs. "ZAYNNN... I AM CALLING YOU FOR THE LAST TIME, COME THE FUCK DOWN!" Gong screamed again. Everyone emerged from their rooms, and so did Harry. He looked at Yeon, and tears instantly formed in his eyes. He understood what was happening. He descended the stairs, Jungkook and Ren behind him. "What happened, Baba?" Zayn asked, coming out of his room. "What's wrong, Papa?" Zayn asked again, now standing in front of them, right beside Harry. Everyone gasped when Gong slapped Zayn right in front of everyone. "Harry, come here," Yeon said, extending his hand towards him. "Where are you going?" Zayn held his wrist tightly. Harry wasn't even moving to come to Yeon. "Leave his hand," Gong commanded. "No," Zayn replied, his eyes bloodshot, devoid of emotion. "Did one slap do nothing to you?" Gong asked, disappointment filling his voice. "What did hyung do, Papa?" Thyme asked, while Yeon saw Namjoon rubbing his temples. Did he know about this? "You are hurting me," Harry said, tired, breathing heavily. "Zayn, have you lost your mind?" Yeon asked, going towards them, but he pulled Harry closer to him. "You okay, hyung?" Jungkook asked, as Harry just got pulled like a doll. Harry nodded his head. "What did you do, Zayn? Is it about Harry?" Jin asked, confusedly looking at Zayn, then Yeon. "I did nothing. I don't know why Baba slapped me," he said, shrugging, his eyes terrifying. "You... you don't know what you did? I am going to kill him today," Gong said, marching towards him. Yeon stopped him. "Harry, you can tell us. It's okay. We are here for you," Yeon said, looking at him. "Yes, Doll, tell them what I did? I don't mind, I don't care at all," Zayn said. What happened to their boy? Gong looked at Yeon in disbelief. "Have you completely lost your mind, Zayn?" Gong asked, trying to calm himself down. "Why are you mad at him? And what exactly did you do, hyung? I don't understand," Taehyung said, coming between Zayn and their dad. "Yeah, I am curious too. Why are you mad at me? Since when did my life with my husband become anyone else's concern?" he said. He was unbelievable. Yeon went towards Zayn, who looked at him, tears dropping from his eyes. "Zee, it's not about your married life. Why are you not understanding what you did was wrong?" Yeon said, cupping his face. "Papa, the only thing I am not understanding is why what I do with my legal husband is anyone else's concern, and why am I wrong? He is my husband, I can do anything I want," he said. There wasn't an ounce of guilt in his eyes, his voice filled with confidence. "Harreh? How am I wrong to love you? Make me understand, please," he said, looking at Harry, who was already looking defeated. "Lo~love you? Hyung, what the hell? It hasn't been a week you guys are married. What do you mean by loving him?" Taehyung said, even he understood. "Joonie? What is happening here? You know something that we don't?" Yeon looked at them. Jin asked Joon, looking dumbfounded. Joon just glared at him in disappointment. He knew? Still didn't say anything? "Can we please stop this?" Harry said weakly. "Hyung, are you okay?" Before Jungkook could grab Harry, Zayn held him more tightly. "You wanna sit down, doll?" Zayn asked, his eyes looking softer. Then why did he do what he did? "No, I am fine. I am just—" Harry said, making Yeon really concerned, but Zayn wasn't letting anyone get to him. "He is terrified of you, Zayn. You didn't love him, you made him terrified," Joon finally said. Zayn looked at him again with the same expressionless eyes, then looked back at Harry. "Why are you terrified of me? Does your own husband touching you make you terrified?" Harry held his head as tears started to fall. "I am not terrified... Please stop embarrassing me, I am begging you," he said. Oh God, why is this happening? When did Zayn become like this? "Em~embarrassing? Am I embarrassing to you?" Zayn suddenly pulled him harshly to him, cupping his face, asking those questions. Harry silently cried. "Get away from him," Gong shoved Zayn away from him. Yeon just stood there like a statue, his feet feeling too heavy to move. "Who are you? Who are you to tell me to get away from my husband?" Zayn said, right in front of Gong's face. "Harreh? Why does my touch feel embarrassing to you? Please tell me?" Yeon was more disgusted with himself than Zayn, how he let this happen. "Get the fuck out of his house, GET OUT!" Gong yelled at him, shoving him to the door. He just kept looking at Harry, who Yeon ran to immediately. "Baba? What is going on? Can anyone tell me clearly?" Jin asked, holding onto Harry. "I just take my husband and leave, let me—" Zayn said, and Gong punched him in the face. "What happened to you, Zayn? Are you hearing yourself?" Gong screamed, slapping him over and over again. "STOP PLEASE STOP IT!" Harry shouted, completely breaking down. Jungkook hugged him tightly. "You did something horrible to my hyungi, didn't you?" Ren said, standing beside the stairs, holding onto the railing tightly. "No~ all I did was—" Yeon cut him off. "YOU FORCED YOURSELF ONTO HIM, ZAYN? COME TO YOUR SENSES, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" Yeon screamed loudly. Why didn't he understand? Jungkook left Harry, looking at him, horrified. Namjoon and Taehyung were trying to stop Gong from beating Zayn more; he was already bleeding from his mouth. "Harr~eh, Harrehh," Zayn suddenly tried to scream, literally launching towards them, grabbing Harry from falling...

Harry's vision swam back into focus, a hazy tableau of faces and sounds. He found himself cradled in Zayn's arms. "Wa~," he managed, his voice a faint croak. "Water? You want water, babe?" Zayn asked, and Harry nodded weakly. "I'll get it," a voice, Jin's perhaps, said. Someone was gently stroking his hair, a comforting touch. A glass was pressed to his lips. Through his blurred vision, he saw Zayn holding it, having taken it from Jin. He struggled to swallow. "Slowly, don't rush," Zayn murmured, his voice soft, though it barely registered in Harry's ears. He could feel the water on his tongue, but his throat seemed paralyzed. "Give me a spoon, please. He's having trouble drinking," Zayn said, shifting Harry slightly, holding him like a child. He could feel Zayn's touch, but his body remained unresponsive. "His feet aren't warming up," Jungkook said, his voice thick with tears. Why was he crying? "It's storming outside, the fucking doctor isn't even picking up the call," Zayn's father's voice boomed, laced with frustration. Zayn placed a metallic object in Harry's mouth. A spoon. He was being fed water with a spoon. Why was this happening? "Yes, don't hurry, you're drinking now," Zayn said, his voice soothing. Harry could feel the water trickling down his throat. "Th~thank," he managed, wanting to express his gratitude. "Thank you?" Zayn asked, and Harry felt a soft kiss pressed to his forehead. Everyone was here. What was he doing? "Can you feel anything on your palm?" someone asked. Harry didn't know who, but he nodded as he felt a sharp prick on his skin. "Okay... okay..." the voice said again. "Joon, is he okay?" Namjoon asked. "If he can feel things, it's fine. I think he's just too weak to move or say anything," Joon replied. Harry felt like a lifeless shell. "Papa, shouldn't we mix some electrolyte solution in his water?" someone asked. Ren. Always thinking straight. "Feed him this," Ren said. "What is this?" Zayn asked. Why ask? Just feed him, it's his brother who is giving the thing. "It's his medicine solution. When he couldn't take pressure anymore, he became like this sometimes, but never this bad," Ren said, his voice shaking. Harry had troubled him so much. He was supposed to take care of them, not the other way around. "Yo, his feet are warming up," Taehyung said, rubbing Harry's feet. Zayn let him? What? "We need to take him to the doctor tomorrow morning, please," Jungkook pleaded. "We don't have to take him. I will call them home. The sudden storm is a problem tonight," Zayn's baba said, his voice still tinged with anger. "Oh wait, is Zayn still bleeding? Did they have a chance to even fix his ugly face?" harry asked in this thoughts, and people started laughing. "No, he didn't let us fix his ugly face, but we cleaned up the blood though," his father replied. "Wait, where am I? It's storming outside? It's late at night, right? Why am I in his arms? Are they going to leave me here? No, absolutely not, they won't, right?" Harry thought, his mind spiraling. "Calm down, doll... please... I won't hurt you or do anything to you. Why do you think I'm going to do something?" Zayn asked, his voice laced with concern. "Don't worry, you're in Zayn's room, but we'll be here until you get well enough to go to your room. We're not going to leave him with him, okay, honey? Don't stress," his father said, ruffling his hair. "Why is he like an idiot? He doesn't have brain cells? He doesn't look like a criminal though, but then again~" Harry thought, then Zayn cleared his throat. "You're thinking out loud again, Harreh," Zayn said. The "Doll" had gone. Now it was "Harreh." "No, I meant to say that. You don't look like a horrible person, so why did you do that horrible thing to me?" Harry asked. He felt sleep pulling him under again. Was it a good sleep, or a deathly one?

I AM VERY SLEEPY NOW....