After a suspicious accident, you find yourself on the run and in love with a criminal who claims he has nothing but love for you. When things no longer make sense and you begin to slip away, his love becomes extreme and dangerous. You realize what i...
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{I almost died before I could even write bc of this, help}
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The look in his eyes pierced your heart enough to trigger tears. "Jimin... I'm sorry."
You were backed into a corner, legitimately scared for your life. In the time he had stopped trying to get into the room while you called for help, you failed to remember that he was on the side of the door where he could reach the kitchen; Where he could reach the knives.
He let out his infamous chuckle before sniffing lightly and running his bitten hand across his cheek. "You're sorry? Why? Because I have this now?"
You panicked as he lifted the knife in your direction with a crazed look about him. "Hm? It's fine, you can admit it."
He inched closer and you simply closed your eyes.
If I have to die, I don't want to see it.
"After all this time and everything that's happened you still...think my intention is to hurt you." He went on, this time speaking right in your face as he placed his palm on the wall beside you. "Or is it that... you've been letting others and what they think get to you?"
Confused, you opened your eyes and looked into his. "What?"
He smirked, feeling like he'd confirmed his own theory.
"You... and that little prick Jungkook." He paused to let a light scoff leave him. "You've been seeing each other, right? And he's been filling your brain with lies about me."
Sighing through pursed lips, you began to feel angry. "Don't talk about him. You don't know as much as you think you do, Jimin."
He watched you with a sarcastic expression until he just bursed out in laughter. "No fucking way. You have feelings for him, don't you?"
Feeling your stomach churn in fear, you dropped your gaze to eye the knife closely. He was now squeezing it so tight, his knuckles drained of blood. You were always perplexed at how his face could show such a different emotion than what you knew he was actually feeling through the rest of his body.
I heard you only laugh when you're angry if you're insane.
Swallowing harshly, you answered him timidly, feeling like the girl you'd always end up becoming with him. "No, I don't."
Lie. That was a lie. But it was a lie that could save your life even if you didn't want to cater to his feelings anymore. You had to.
"Then what is it?!" He snapped, earning another flinch from you. His heavy and warm breaths hit the hair fallen over your face, making it wave around like a summer breeze. That's what you wished it was anyway.
