Deranged | Jimin

Madness

My eyes cracked opened, slowly adjusting to the lighting of the room. My head throbbed in pain as if someone was still hitting me, and the joints of my arms are hurting from being tied behind my back to the wooden chair I was on. My throat also was dry which made me cough.

"So you've finally woken up? I thought I might have hit a little bit too hard and  killed you." A familiar voice said.

My vision cleared, what I saw next shocked me: Minjun standing over me with a crazed smirk.

"Min-" I coughed even more when I tried to speak. How long have I been here?

"Oh my dear Yerin, Karma is a bitch huh?" My ex-boyfriend said in a singing voice as I was having my coughing fit.

"How long have I been here?" My voice came out as a croak when I finally managed to speak.

"You only passed out for two whole days." Minjun said and walked away to a table on the other side of the room. The room was a small and grimy one. The walls were made out of thin metal, and the floor was just concrete. It looked as if we were in a temporary house.

A light dangle in the middle of the ceiling with no cover, casting a stage lighting all over the room. There was no window. I was placed square in the middle of the room, and there was nothing that I could see except the table that Minjun was standing in front right now, and a door to the side.

Sounds of metal clashing came from it when Minjun took something out of a bag - my bag. He showed what he was holding, and it was one of Jimin's guns that I bought with me.

"You've got some nice toys huh?" He ran a hand over the black gun. "Is this what you used to kill your victims?"

"What?" I shook my still muddled head to clear it, "What are you on about?"

"You are the Busan Killer right? Why did you never tell me?" He said as he approached me, gun still in his hand.

"I'm not the Busan Killer! I don't know why you'd think that but I'm not," I stated.

He laughed, "You don't know why I'd think that? Why don't you think back to the night when you tried to kill me?"

I closed my eyes in dismay, "No, I didn't try to kill you!"

"Stop lying, Yerin. I know everything," he said and bent down to my face level.

I've had enough of his stupidity, "If I was really a killer why didn't I kill you when you abused me!?"

"You enjoyed it, didn't you? You enjoyed me hitting you, slapping you, and overpowering you."

"What? No have you gone crazy!?" I yelled at him with my horse voice, "I fucking hated it! I fucking hated you!" Did he actually think that I liked being abused? Has he always been this crazy?

"Yea, say what you want, but I know you best. I'm your boyfriend afterall."

My brows furrowed. "You are not my boyfriend anymore."