V (A BTS Fanfiction)

chApter 4

Sorry for the long update but school just started a week ago. My SENIOR year just started about week ago and I just didn't have time to write but I am back now that it is the weekend. To be honest, I don't even have weekends to myself anymore too. Now enough with the talking and let the real show begin!!!

ENJOY!!

[BoNa]

One thing humans have in common is fear. They all have many fears but when it comes down. It comes down to one fear that every one of us has. Being alone in a cold world known as reality. The braves one are the ones who chooses to be alone and face the world by themselves. But as time goes on, loneliness starts clouding up their sunshine and rain on them. Making them realize, they don't want to die without a friend. They don't want to die alone. 

I don't want to die without a friend by my side. I want to be remembered, I want to be cherish, I want to be able to live in one's memory. To stay alive even when times goes on without me. I want to...but I am scare. Scare of being betrayed, lied to, and worst of all, hurt alone. It doesn't matter though right? As long as you don't ever see that person again, you won't be reminded of your pained past. 

Different story. I can't get away from that one person, especially when he goes to the same school as me. Especially when he is watching me. My every breath I inhale. My every muscle I move. I am being watched and reminded of our painful past. 

"If you have nothing to do, you can go find a book to read." He sigh out while leaning against the only entrance and exit to the library. Well...I can always jump out through the window but problem was, we are on the third floor. Too high of a fall to survive and even if I do, I might end up being paralyze my whole life. 

With hands to help carry my shaky legs, I will myself up and out of my seat. Slowly and halfheartedly making my way into the nearest aisle of bookshelves that envelops and protects me from his masked eyes. Getting farther and farther away from the predator's stare. Away from the intimating stare that brings chills down my spine and cold sweat to my forehead.

I turn. Turn when I got far enough and let out the breath that I have held in in the pit of my stomach the moment I enter the empty library. The moment he greeted me with that mask face of innocence. The face of an angel on the devil's body would be too much of an exaggeration but you can say that it was something like that. 

A pain whimper left my open mouth as my face distort from the shock and pain entering my body. The pain entering my shoulder too close to my neck. With shaky vision and the strong metallic smell of blood, I turn to face the person hovering over me. 

His star like eyes stare back at me with such sincerity that it made it hard to believe he just stabbed me with a fork. Stabbed me like the psycho he was. Like the psycho he denied he was. His index finger softly press against his lips. His perfectly juicy lips that couldn't belong to a psychotic murderer. Moving his finger along through the air and particle between us, he lightly press it to my tightly shut lips that didn't even dare retreat in disgust but respond with delight. My back too close to the books with his body too close to feeling every edge and curves on my body. Then it came. The ignition of a million fireworks. The ignition of every fire. 

The honey sweet lips stings me with its venom of palatalization, making me its willing victim. Making me its loyal customer, wanting more of what he got. Of what he can give. As the unknown pleasure set in deep within my chest, the wave of agony from just seconds ago, pulls away from the shore of sensibility with the wave of pleasure following afterwards. Leaving me behind. Leaving me numb and cold like the protective shield of my metaphoric heart. 

"Do you believe me now?" His delicious voice drip down on me like hot melted caramel. Burning every sensation I didn't know existed within this off limit area of my body.