MANIAC | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

PART 24

The evening air hung heavy in the room as Seokmin walked in, his gaze darkening at the sight before him.

Jisoo was on the couch, his shoulders trembling as he tried to stifle his sobs, his face buried in his hands. But Seokmin noticed; he always noticed. His footsteps were slow and deliberate, each one echoing like a thunderclap in the tense silence, until he stood directly in front of Jisoo.

“Jisoo,” he said, his voice quiet but laced with a venomous edge that made Jisoo’s stomach twist. Slowly, Jisoo looked up, meeting Seokmin’s gaze, and his blood ran cold. Seokmin’s eyes weren’t soft and warm like they used to be. They were steely, piercing, and filled with an anger Jisoo hadn’t seen before. “Why,” Seokmin asked, his voice deceptively calm, “are you crying?”

Jisoo scrambled to wipe his tears, forcing a weak smile as he tried to steady his voice. “I’m… I’m sorry, Seokmin. I didn’t mean for you to see—”

“You didn’t mean for me to see?” Seokmin’s voice grew louder, sharper, as he crouched down in front of Jisoo, grabbing his chin and tilting his face up so they were eye to eye. “I’m always here, Jisoo. I’m always with you. You think you can just hide your tears from me?”

Jisoo winced, trying to pull his face away, but Seokmin’s grip tightened, his fingers pressing hard against Jisoo’s jaw. And the fact that Seokmin wasn’t calling him Bluebell... was the scariest. “Seokmin, please,” he whispered, barely able to get the words out.

“Please, what?” Seokmin’s tone was mocking, his grip unrelenting. “You have no reason to cry. I’ve given you everything, Jisoo. I stay by your side every minute. I don’t let you out of my sight because I care. I’m doing all of this for you, for us.” He leaned closer, his breath hot against Jisoo’s skin. “So tell me, Jisoo. What on earth could you possibly be crying about?”

Jisoo’s voice shook, his chest tight as he forced out the words. “It’s… it’s too much, Seokmin. I feel… trapped.” He barely got the word out before Seokmin’s grip on his jaw tightened painfully, forcing his head back against the couch.

“Trapped?” Seokmin’s voice was deadly quiet, his face inches from Jisoo’s, his eyes blazing. “You’re saying you feel trapped when I’ve given up everything to be here with you?” His hand slid up, fingers digging into Jisoo’s hair as he pulled his head back further, a twisted smile on his lips. “You should be grateful. Do you know how much I’ve done for you? How much I’ve sacrificed?”

Jisoo’s vision blurred with fresh tears, and he tried to shake his head, but Seokmin’s grip was too tight. “Seokmin, please,” he gasped, pain flashing through him as Seokmin’s fingers dug deeper into his scalp. “I… I just need space. I miss my family, my friends… I just want a little freedom, that’s all.”

“A little freedom?” Seokmin’s laugh was hollow, bitter. “Freedom from me? After everything I’ve done for you?” He pulled Jisoo’s face close to his, their noses almost touching, his voice low and menacing. “There is no freedom from me, Jisoo. The only freedom is when you are with me. You’re mine. And I’m not letting you go.”

Jisoo’s heart hammered in his chest, his breathing coming in short, shallow gasps. He tried to twist out of Seokmin’s grasp, but Seokmin’s other hand came down hard on his shoulder, pinning him in place. “Stop struggling,” Seokmin hissed, his voice dripping with anger. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Jisoo’s voice broke, desperation filling his eyes as he pleaded, “Seokmin, please… this isn’t love. Love isn’t control. Love isn’t… this.” But Seokmin’s gaze only grew darker, his hold on Jisoo tightening.