Come Back Home (RM Fanfic)

Chapter 39

BTS V- Stigma

Warning ⚠: major trigger/suicidal moment at the end of the chapter, blood and slightly detailed. I'll mark where it starts and where it ends. You have been warned, dear readers.

John P.O.V

I was enraged when I found out that MY Namjoon was dating some American girl. That little bitch is about to get a rude awakening. All I needed to do was get out of here. Thankfully I had already been working on escaping this hell hole. As soon as I got out it wasn't hard to get information about that cunt. It's always good to have someone on the inside.

When I found out she was going to learn Korean I easily located the teacher. Got rid of them and took their place. It was almost too easy then when I saw her I instantly hated her but put my superior acting skills to the test. The stupid bimbo didn't expect a thing. I played nice with her until BTS came. My heart pounded when I saw MY Namjoon.

He was so handsome. It's been a long time since I last saw him. Lust instantly filled me, but I quickly hid it. Since the boys arrived it was time to put my plan in action. It pleased me when she got scared and ecstatic when Yoongi led her away. Thank god she was gone now to focus on MY soulmate and his silly friends.

"What do you want with Breanna, John?" Namjoon asked me. The anger in his voice gave me a thrill.
"Nothing she's just a little bump in my path. I'll easily get past that and on to what I truly want". I told him in an innocent tone. All of their eyes hardened, and I felt a pleasurable shiver go up my spine.

"What is it that you want then"? Jin asked me and I laughed humorlessly. "Isn't it obvious, the one thing I've wanted. No longed for all these years". I eyed Namjoon and his jaw clenched, his anger was such a turn on. I wanted him to choke me with those beautiful hands of his.

"You can't have Namjoon-Hyung". The young one told me fiercely. I clicked my tongue in disapproval. "My my it appears your precious Maknae has gained some fire but apparently lacks some respect nowadays... What a pity". Instantly they were all on guard.

"Don't you dare speak about Jungkook that way John. You're lucky that Yoongi-Hyung isn't here or he'll be kicking your ass. He's not as patient as us nor as willing to talk. This was that Hoseok guy. "ooh I'm so scared of that pale freak." I spat angrily.
"Now Namjoon all you have to do is break up with that bitch and come to me and I'll forgive you".

That weird tall one snorted. "Like hell, he'll come to your psychotic arms. You should watch yourself, messing with us is even more dangerous than before. You should take yourself right back to that hospital where you belong before you get hurt". My eyes hardened, "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Namjoon".

"So, baby what's your answer"? I cooed at him with a smile. "Just like V said, I'm not going anywhere near you willingly.
You really need to get over your obsession with me. It's not healthy and It's twisted your mind. Please get the help you need John, and everything will be good. Hell, maybe you'll find the person whose right for you", Namjoon said.

I instantly knew he wasn't thinking right. I knew he loved me too, I could tell. It was that cunt and those guys he calls brothers that forced him to say those words to me. I shook my head, "I know you don't mean those words. I know they did something to make you say those words. I'll free you from them I promise my love".

Finished talking I walked past the 6 angry men and stated forming a plan in my head as I left them behind.

Normal P.O.V

Two days later we found out what happened to my actual tutor. They found her in her house, smothered to death. Instantly I started hyperventilating. John killed a human. I couldn't help to think I could be dead as well. Suga comforted me as Namjoon excused himself to make a call. I was confused and hurt ever since John showed up Namjoon seemed distant and off.

BTS and I never went anywhere without guards and this confused a lot of fans. We had to tell my mom what happened so naturally, she was also worried about me. She didn't want to leave me alone either but had to since she had work. The guys also spent the last couple days helping me with my Korean. Well all of them but my boyfriend. Yoongi and the others have been my rock while I suffered from Namjoon's distance.

Especially Yoongi, ever since he took me home while the others faced off John. Somehow, we got extremely close. Right now, I was sitting in my empty house feeling super lonely and sad. Questioning if everything was going to work out between Namjoon and I. I was starting to doubt our relationship even though the memories were precious to me.

*********WARNING ⚠ The Suicidal stuff starts here ⚠**********

My depression hit me hard at the moment and so I cried. I wasn't only questioning our relationship but myself. Even though everything was this John guys fault I felt like it was my own. Self-hatred filled me as I sobbed bitterly on my couch. Lost in my loathing I found myself moving robotically to the kitchen and searching for a blade. I stared at the knife its reflective surface showed me my tear stained face and empty eyes.

Why was the idea of cutting sounding so appealing to me right now? Why did the idea of suicide sound so appealing as well? If I died the boys wouldn't have to worry about me but then John would be pleased. If I had never came maybe John would have stayed away. Maybe if I never said yes to Namjoon, everything would be okay. Sure, my family and I would be homeless but at least we would have each other.

Then again maybe if I never came my pathetic excuse of a father would still uphold his end of the bargain. The blade gleamed at me tempting me to cross that line. Even as part of me shouted no and begged for someone to save me from myself. Most of me watched the blade ascend slowly onto my wrist with a rather morbid fascination. How would it feel? How deep will I cut?

What does blood look like as it beads up from an injury you inflict on yourself? The idea of watching the blood spill forth also seemed fascinating. I knew if I cut horizontally there was no way they could save me since I would be cutting the way my veins go. Vertically was the most common way to cut as pondered this almost as someone else was doing it. I watched myself make that first cut. The knives where brand new so the blade cut through my skin like butter.

Yes, it hurt but I was fascinated by how easy the blade sank into my skin and how the blood ran down and around my arm. I took the blade away and stared blankly at the blood decorating my pale skin. Three more slices followed the first and I was already feeling numb. The contrast between my skin and the crimson color of blood was brilliant and mesmerizing.
******END OF WARNING, you May proceed, dear readers, ******
Suddenly the knife was pulled away and I was being pulled by someone. I forced myself to focus just long enough to see who it was before I fainted.