Nyctophilia ||BTS Gang! AU! x male! OC! || {ON HOLD}

Chapter 10: "This can't be real"

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3rd P.O.V

Kijun looked down, His bloody hands held a heart shaped amethyst necklace that was smudged with blood,  but it wasn't enough to prevent it from reflecting the young boy's face

And that didn't make things any better for the boy
After all he didn't like what he was seeing

He was disgusted at his bloody form.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! "

Before he could react, The young boy was pushed down to the floor,  as another Black haired male hovered over him,  his fists clinching around the younger's tank top.

Kijun still wasn't functioning well,  Not after the Earlier Events,  So he just stared into The eyes of the person who saved his life

Yoongi

"Yoongi, Stop it--" jin couldn't finish his sentence as the Said male  punched him.  Hard.

Kijun could feel the metallic taste in his mouth,  it was all too familiar,  it didn't hurt him though, not at all

All he felt was numbness, his face was bleeding, but he could only care less about it. What hurt him the most,  was his heart

A million thoughts were running in his head,  they were too distracting, but it didn't help the numbness to go away,  instead it made his heart ache more

"How could I Do such thing? "

The answer came almost right away, as the deep, wicked voice,  that brought him nothing but nightmares, spoke once again

"you already know the answer to that kijun-ie~" Few moments later the voice continued,  and kijun already knew what he was going to say

"A monster "

"A monster " Kijun Breathed out almost in a hushed whisper

Whoever That voice was,  He was Damn right about him.

Even though Yoongi has already stood up,  Kijun was still on the ground,  his mind is too preoccupied with those malicious thoughts

Kijun was forced out of his mind, as he was abruptly being lifted off the Floor by his tank top, and was pinned harshly against the Wall, the tight grip moving To his shoulders.

his eyes widened in surprise,  as they met ones that held An all too familiar  glare that could kill

Namjoon

Kijun didn't know what to do,  he was squirming around as His grip was getting uncomfortable

Namjoon tightned his grip around the young boy's shoulders, making him hult in his movements

Namjoon's lips aparted, his glare never wavering
"What the hell happened in here?"
His voice was low,  yet Blood curdling,  he didn't shout like how the rest did,  yet it came out as twice as deadly

Strangely though,  Kijun wasn't afraid,  He wasn't afraid of namjoon's tone,  he wasn't afraid of the Other memebers' glares

He didn't feel anything,  and he knew something wasn't right,  he felt as if something missing, as if he forgot to collect one of the many shattered pieces of his heart