❝He stabbed me with a box cutter... almost.❞
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She's not scared of Suga, at least that's what she shows him. Literally lying down at her death bed or should we say death 'dental chair' in the middle of an unfamiliar dark room with a blinding lig...
"Tell me it was true so it would not hurt as much."
"That's great then," he said, pecking your lips again.
So clingy. So clingy... Too clingy...
He pecked onto your lips once again before resting his forehead on yours. "What should I call you?" he asks as he holds your face and you didn't feel the need to flinch away from this new soft touch.
"Whatever you like, sweetheart," you answer with a wink, he chuckled. He likes it.
"What a flirt, not so bad princess," he whispered, placing a hair away from your face as he starts to space out. Not long after this, the softie Suga we just had, sat up and messed his hair, groaning in frustration.
Oh, God. He'll kill me soon.
Suga's still sitting on top of you, attention and fingers are now fidgeting at the hem of your shirt.
He'll strip you now, Y/N. And then cut your belly in half.
"After making out with me, uhm my prince..." you said dragging his attention back to your face.
"When are you dissecting this vict-patient?" you blurted, looking at him. Curiosity ate your panicking brain. This is it you wanted to die on guard and ready. It took a lot (small) amount of thinking and strength to say those words on his face.
"What?" he looked very surprised by your question. He was caught off guard, his face scrunched together; eyebrows creasing and mouth hanging open at you. He looks around the room to think of any other meaning from the words uttered by your unconscious.
Why would he kill the one he love? That's crazy. Well, he's crazy.
He looks adorable when he's clueless. No strings attached! He's just really adorable.But then again, he's a psychopath. Is he?
"Oh..." he muttered under his breath as he organized his thoughts. He just loves your (forced) company and is amazed by your precious existence.
He never thought he would love you easily just like that... once again, he never thought. Those features and characteristics you have are what he likes. Although, he's not sure if you'd dare do the one thing he hates.
"I never make out with my patients." his face went blank and disinterested, he took your hand, intertwining it together with his. He looked at you, eye to eye, and spoke, "You're discharged and I love you... wifey." he laughs softly before unlocking the chains at your feet.
"Now let's go home, kitten?" he asks, standing up.
This fake love will let me live. I'm so sorry but it's fake love. I love you?What the hell is love? It's all fake love.
⊱ ──── 《∘◦☹◦∘》 ──── ⊰
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