Beautiful Killer (A VIXX FANFIC)

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 8

TAEKWOON

I limped towards the house and Arielle gave me a concerned look "Are you okay?" I shook my head and her eyes widened as she saw my wound, bleeding furiously she ran towards the cupboards then took the first aid kit.

She ran towards me then took the bandage then wrapped my waist, not even minding the fact that he has to lift my shirt up "what happened to you?" I grimaced as she touched my wound with the bandage. "I'm going to call a doctor" I grabbed her and yanked her towards me and she lost her balance and fell on top of me.

I grimaced in pain and she quickly stood up, while I still kept my hold on her "don't" "why?" "I can endure this I handled much more painful wounds than this" "but what should I do?" "Just wrap a bandage around it. I already cleaned it"

ARIELLE

I sat beside him on the bed as he stared at me he held my hand and I felt butterflies go wild in my stomach I took the bowl of noodles then made him sit down I then spoon fed him as he grimaced in the pain that the wound is inflicting him

I made him drink a glass of water and some pain relievers to ease the pain that he is feeling he stared into my eyes then opened his mouth "why are you doing this? you should use this as an opportunity" I laughed dryly "Beats me. I don't know why I'm bothering to do this"

I got up when I suddenly saw the picture I picked it up then raised an eyebrow "Who's the girl?" his eyes widened and he snatched the picture from my hands he stood up then glared at me "who are you to meddle in my personal business?! Go upstairs!" "but your wound-" "I don't need you go upstairs!" "but-" He suddenly placed his hands on my neck, strangling me I stared into his eyes that are already clouded with anger he snarled "you should be aware about our positions here. I am the one who is currently holding your lifeline so don't you dare poke your nose into my business because one wrong doing would cause you drowning into the sea out there. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

I gasped for air as his grip became tighter, preventing me from breathing. My lungs are going to burst. They need Oxygen and in utter desperation I punched his chest.

He let go of me and I crouched there, terrified at him There was silence "sorry" he mumbled I didn't reply and just let my tears flow I heard him sigh and I stiffened as I felt him hug me "I'm sorry" I sniffed and he wiped my tears with his hands "stop crying"