He's Insane <(Taehyung+Jungkook FF)> 《discontinued》

~4~

Namjoon knocked on the door of the small brown house, waiting for a response.

"Eomma! It's Joon!" He yelled, still waiting. He rolled his eyes and slowly opened the door. "Eomma..? Are you home?" He yelled throughout the small house, setting his bag down.

Namjoon knocked on her bedroom door. "Eomma? Are you awake?" He said softly, getting scared. He opened the door. "Eom-"

She was laying there.

Right there on the floor in front of him.

In a puddle of blood.

Dead.

His heart dropped into his shoes, his face an immediate blur as tears fell lifelessly from his face without a sound from his mouth. He crouched by her body, her eyes wide open as she stared at the ceiling.

Tears.

Tears everywhere. Tears on his hands, tears on his shirt, tears on his jeans.

Everywhere.

He slammed the floor with his fist. Anger spilling out from mind. He took out his phone and dialed a number, staring at the woman who took care of him for the longest time.

"Joon-ah! Don't touch the cookies, I'm frosting them still!" Namjoon giggled as he raced around their small makeshift kitchen, his mother smiling at him as he made airplane noises and zoomed across their small floors.

"You're so cute, Joonie." She said, a smile forming on her face as she grabbed her son and engulfed him in a massive hug, lifting him up and twirling him around. They giggled as she tickled him and set him down. She stared into his beautiful brown-gray eyes and stroked his cheek.

"I love you, Namjoon. So much."

Namjoon smiled, wiping the tears endlessly falling from his eyes.

"911, what is your emergency?"

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He slammed the door behind Lisa. "J-Jinwae, I swear, I didn't know it was you!" She said, backing up against the cupboard as he stepped towards her.

"You should've looked then." He said, growling at her as she quivered. "Jinwae, p-please, don't get mad at me b-because I didn't want you touching me in p-public." She said, a lump forming in her throat.

"Why are you always out with Jennie? Huh? Do you like her or something, you little slut?" Jinwae said, grabbing her by the hair as a tear fell from her eye. "N-no, I don't-"

Slap

Lisa fell to her knees, pressing her hand against her stinging cheek. Jinwae undid his jeans and grabbed his belt.

"Stand up." He said, twisting the belt. Lisa slowly stood up. "Hands up, turn around." He said, grabbing her shoulder and pressing her soaked face against the cabinet.

"Jinwae, p-please!" She screamed, more tears escaping her eyes as he took her hands and placed them against the handle.

"What a pretty back you have. A nice blank canvas..." Jinwae said, pulling her shirt and bra up to her shoulders.
Lisa's faint cries echoed.

Jinwae kissed her back and grabbed her bare breasts as she cried more. "S-stop!" Lisa screamed, as her nose began to bleed.

Jinwae rubbed her back

Whip

Tears.

More whips

More tears.