ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ'ꜱ ᴅᴏʟʟ

Terror unveiled

                              Jimin

Seeing her crumble into pieces shattered my heart like fragile glass, scattering its shards throughout the cramped room amidst Y/n's echoing sobs. She lay on the floor, drenched in sweat and tears, her eyes darting nervously while her body trembled uncontrollably.

Kneeling down beside her, I sought to understand her distress. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion as she struggled to make sense of the chaos around her.

"Baking a cake!" I replied with forced casualness, attempting to inject some levity into the heavy atmosphere. Her gaze avoided mine, and her shoulders remained tense.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I reached out for her hand, encountering initial resistance that eventually relented. Lifting her gently, I guided her towards the door, stealing a glance at her reflection in the nearby mirror.

Her face was flushed, lips quivering, cheeks stained crimson with exertion. Her disheveled attire unintentionally revealed a hint of her cleavage and the delicate mole just above. Sensing her discomfort, I averted my gaze respectfully, though our eyes briefly met before she turned away in embarrassment.

Exiting the small room, I carefully positioned her on the bed, her body recoiling slightly beneath my touch. Kneeling beside her, I observed the uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

Placing my hands on her knees, I probed silently, "What's troubling you?" I wanted to bridge the emotional distance, to understand the turmoil consuming her.

She looked away again, frustrating my attempts to connect. Despite my growing concern, her nonchalant disregard for her medication only heightened my worry.

Trying once more to meet her gaze, she pulled back, and in my attempt to reassure her, I inadvertently pinned her down, her trapped beneath my grasp.

My heart raced with unease and tension as she protested,
"Jimin, let me go!"

Unable to release her from my hold, I steeled myself.
"Jim-" Before she could finish her plea, I silenced her with a sudden, though undeserved, kiss. Initially met with resistance, her bite drew blood, but persisting, I deepened the kiss, hoping to convey reassurance amidst the chaos.
It was raw, but my feelings for her were genuine. My body, mind, heart-everything craved her presence. No matter how much I tried to restrain myself, my heart raced uncontrollably.

Breaking the kiss, I pressed my forehead against hers, embracing a peculiar yet comforting silence. Without hesitation, I nuzzled into the crook of her neck, my breath brushing gently against her skin, expressing my longing for her.

"Jimin, are you awake?" Her voice was soft, tentative. I pretended to be asleep, soaking in the sound of her breathing. I whispered quietly, "You are my baby," revealing my feelings in a vulnerable moment.

"Jimin, let go," she urged, trying to pull away, but I held her firmly, unwilling to release her just yet.

Eventually, Y/N seemed to surrender to my embrace, and we drifted back to sleep.

The next morning...

I woke up at my usual time, opening my eyes to see Y/N staring at me with a mixture of emotions. Time seemed to stand still as I studied her face. But beneath her calm demeanor, I knew she still carried the scars of our past.

Y/N sighed and shifted away, attempting to leave the bed. Before she could move, I reacted instinctively, reaching out and pulling her back towards me.

"Jim-" she gasped, startled by my sudden hold.

"Where are you going?" I asked, my voice heavy with concern.

Y/N didn't respond, avoiding eye contact. I leaned closer, my heart quickening as I asked playfully,
"Do you want a good morning kiss?"

"No! No! No!" She protested, trying to resist, but I couldn't help myself. I kissed her gently, savoring the moment.

"Wait, let me give you one more," I said, capturing her lips again, feeling a rush of affection.

Y/N pulled away abruptly, escaping my grasp and retreating to the bathroom. I heard the door close behind her, and my heart sank.

In the silence that followed, doubts crept into my mind.
"Had I overstepped again?" The memories of our past mistakes flooded my thoughts.

"Babe? Do you want something?" I called out cautiously, hoping for reassurance.

"Coming!" Y/N replied from behind the bathroom door.

When she finally emerged, I couldn't help but notice her apprehension. I approached her cautiously, but she stepped back, warning me to stop.

"Jimin, stop!" she pleaded, pushing me away.

"You smell good though," I remarked, trying to lighten the mood, but her discomfort was evident.

"Uh, leave me," she said firmly, slipping out of my arms and leaving me standing there, grappling with the realization that I might have caused more harm than good.

Feeling dumbfounded as I watched her leave, I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Stripping off my clothes, I turned on the shower. As the water cascaded over me, tears welled in my eyes.

Unable to contain my emotions, sudden rage surged through my veins. I unleashed a forceful punch against the wall, feeling my knuckles turn pink and swell.
"Fuck," I hissed through the pain.

**Two days before...**

"...Mr. Park, your wife is pregnant and you still have no clue?" The pale-faced man's disappointment and shock were evident in his tone.

I remained silent, my lips glued together as he continued,
"To be honest, she doesn't seem healthy. Her body is struggling with this pregnancy. She's weak and fragile, not taking care of herself. Her skin is pale, lips dry and chapped, limbs lifeless. Are you sure she isn't depressed or stressed?"

A tear escaped down my cheek.

*Phone rings.*

The sudden sound snapped me back to reality. Turning off the shower, I dried myself and left the bathroom, avoiding Y/N's sleeping form on the bed. My phone lay on the nightstand, and I quickly grabbed it, answering the call.

*On the phone...*

A deep, mischievous laugh greeted me from the other end.

"Who's this?" I demanded, dead serious.

"Your dad, motherfucker! Haha," came the nonchalant reply.

"I'm giving you one more chance. Tell me who this is, or I'll find another way to track you down," I warned, my patience wearing thin.

"How about this? What if I sneak into your house and harm your wife? Or maybe I'll kill your wife and unborn baby? Both sound like nice plans, right? But I'll let you choose which one sounds better," he taunted.

Feeling a surge of rage and fear, I clenched my fists tightly as the caller's sinister words echoed in my ears.

"You motherfucker! Stay away from my wife. Touch her, and I'll ensure you face the most agonizing death," I threatened, my emotions boiling over at the thought of harm coming to Y/N.

"And you think I'm scared of dying? Haha, stupid bastard," the voice on the other end mocked.

"Who's this? I'll hunt you down myself," I vowed, my voice trembling with anger and desperation.

"Before you can reach me, I'll kill your wife and your unborn baby. Stop me if you can," the caller retorted before abruptly hanging up.

The phone slipped from my hand, my mind racing with dread and helplessness. I couldn't let this threat become a reality. Fear gripped my heart as I thought of Y/N and our unborn child's safety. Determination surged through me-
"I had to protect them at all costs."