HIS PERPETRATOR |TK|

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PAST

A month has passed since Jungkook started living with Mark, and to say that Jungkook is regretting the decision of staying with him would not be wrong. Because he is cursing the time when he agreed on staying with him.

Mark's behaviour is getting weirder day by day, and it's scaring Jungkook because after staying with him for a month, he knows this much that Mark is up to no good. That's why he decided that enough is enough. In the past week, he went out for a job hunt, and he found a few good places to work at, but the problem is that as soon as he told them about him being pregnant they instantly rejected him, but he has found a place who are willing to hire him and the work he has to do their is not that difficult so he'll be able to manage it in this condition. So today, he'll tell Mark about his decision to move out and will go from here.

Jungkook is sitting in the living room. It's evening time and he is waiting for Mark as he went out for some work. He was sitting in his own thoughts when he heard the sound of the main door opening, and he knew that it was Mark.

He looked at the entrance of the lobby and saw Mark coming from there and into the living room.

"You're back." Jungkook said, and Mark looked at him with a weird expression and said rudely,

"What it seems like to you then, my ghost."

Jungkook looked down, embarrassed, and apologised for his weird question.

"Sorry."

Mark boredly looked at him and then made a gesture from his hand, saying 'whatever' and going to the kitchen to drink water.

"Mark, if you don't have anything to do, then please sit here. I've something to talk to you about." Jungkook then said nervously. He doesn't know why he's feeling nervous, but it's the only feeling he's getting now.

"What now?" Mark responded rather rudely, making him flinch at his rude voice. Jungkook looked at him with wide eyes.

"C-can you s-sit here?'  He said stutteringly. Mark rolled his eyes but nonetheless sat on the sofa in front of Jungkook.

"Spit." He said angrily, making Jungkook gulp at his tone.

"I-i ughh..... I wanted to say thank you for letting me stay with you. I'll be very thankful to you for your this favour. I.....

"Just come to the point already." Mark said in a loud voice, cutting his words in between.

"I made a decision of moving out from here." There he said that, and Mark looked at him with a frown.

"What did you say?" Mark asked, making sure that what he heard is true.

"I-i-i'm moving out from here." Jungkook said while fiddling with his shirts hem. Mark's behaviour is making him nervous and a bit scared.

Mark scoffed at his words, and a loud chuckle echoed in the silent living room, giving goosebumps to Jungkook at his evil laughter. He gulped hard when he looked at Mark's expressions.

"And with who's permission you're doing this?" He asked, the sinister smile still on his face.

"I-its my decision. I d-don't need anyone's permission?" Jungkook said, but it felt more like a question than a statement.

Mark again laughed loudly at his words.

"Oh m-man, you are so funny." Mark said while still laughing. He stopped after some time and looked at Jungkook with a mad glint in his eyes, scaring Jungkook. He came towards him in a slow stride, making Jungkook push himself more on the couch. Mark hovered over him, placing his one arm on the back of the couch.

"Do you think I'll let you go like this, huh? Without doing anything?" Mark questioned in a low voice.

"W-without doing W-what?" Jungkook nervously asked. He pushed himself more into the couch to keep as much distance in between them as possible.

Mark smirked at him and answered, close to his ear,

"Without having your taste." He whispered in his ear, and Jungkook's  breath hitched at his remark. He gulped and looked at him with wide eyes. That's the time he knows that if he didn't run from here now, then he'll be in big trouble afterwards. So, without thinking twice, he pushed him hard, making him collide with the centre table and make a run towards the main door. But as he was about to grab the door knob he was hardly pulled back by his collar, and before he knew he was slapped hard on his left cheek, making it sting. It was a hard blow that he felt that everything turned black and his world started spinning.

Before he would have come into his senses, he was yanked forward by the strong grip on his hairs, and when he opened his eyes and his vision got cleared he saw Mark close to his face while clenching his teeths.

"You came here by your own will, but NOW, you'll go from here by my will, and I don't plan on letting you go for a long time." Mark whispered through gritted teeth. Suddenly, his grip loosened on his hairs and he laughed evilly before saying,

"WELCOME TO HELL DEAR. Your bad time starts from now on." Saying this, he harshly grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards one of the rooms.

"MARK LEAVE ME, LET ME GO. MARK." Jungkook protested, shouted at him to leave his hand, but he didn't lose his grip on his arm, and when they reached a room, he opened the door and pushed him inside.

"You'll stay here from now on. You're not allowed to leave this room." Saying this, he closed the door and locked it.

"No, no, no, no Mark open the door, let me go from here. Mark, I don't want to live here, please let me go. MARK." Jungkook shouted while banging loudly on the door but to no avail as he never listened to his pleads, and when Jungkook got tired of screaming and banging, he slumped down on the door and sat on the floor while tears were leaking from his eyes.

"Why I agreed on staying with him. Why I didn't listen to those voices. Why? Jungkook thought to himself while cursing himself in the mind.

After this day onwards, Mark didn't let him out of the room.  He would come to the room one or two times a day to give him food. He was generous enough not to let him and his unborn baby starve to death.

The only time he came out of the room and apartment was when he went into the labour because Mark didn't want the child to die as he could use that child against Jungkook to make him do anything he wants, and that's where the actual hell started.

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