Beautiful Images ::VHope::

Blood

::Trigger::

3 weeks later

HoSeok lays on the ground, his breathing shallow as blood pours from his neck onto the cement sidewalk. His nose bleeds, his lip is cracked. His pants are ripped, dirt covering his exposed thighs. YoonGi stands over him. HoSeok's chest is trapped under YoonGi's foot as it presses down. YoonGi pushes harder, and my own chest feels the weight.

Behind me, our car burns. The smell of death and blood. I turn around, falling to my knees at the sight of JiMin's hand hanging from the passenger window. I turn back to HoSeok, his eyes closing as YoonGi runs a hand down his neck.

"Stop it!" I shout, my legs standing on their own. I run towards him, aiming to knock him over. Instead, I run through him. I look over my shoulder as the man. I can't touch him.

"Tell me again how much you like it." YoonGi says, his voice soft. My eyes glance one last time to the burning car. HoSeok whines, his head rolling to the side. "Tell me!" A loud slap rings through the air. HoSeok cries. I do nothing.

"I like it." He cries.

"Tell me again." YoonGi hands loop through his pants.

"I like it! I like it!" HoSeok's voice screams, the sound of his words the opposite of what they are meant. "Please, don't hurt me." He whimpers. I stare, unable to look away at the scene unfolding before me. I try one time again to touch YoonGi, but my hand goes through him. I look to HoSeok, who's eyes are glazed over. I reach out, my hand connecting with his cheek. He startles, and his eyes clear. He's looking at me.

"TaeHyung." He breathes. YoonGi's hand reaches up, ripping his vision from me. HoSeok screams.

I wake up, sitting straight up. My breathing is heavy. Beside me, HoSeok is thrashing around under his blanket. His breathing is deep and gaspy. He kicks me, and I groan.

"I like it!" He sobs. He groans, his back arching against the bed. I frown, grabbing his hand.

"HoSeok." I say loudly, pulling off the blanket with my free hand. "HoSeok!" I shout. His eyes are open, but aren't seeing. Not truly.

"No!" He shakes his head, pushing his hands against my chest.

"Hey. Hey. Stop." I say, pulling him into my chest. His breathing switches into more shallow and quick spurts of air. I kiss his head. "You're okay. You're okay." I hold him until he calms, his chest bearing red scratches.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." He repeats into my neck. I hush him, rubbing his back.

"So stupid." I hear him whisper. His hands reach into his hair, ripping harshly. He winces. "Stupid bitch. A whore. Stupid whore."

"Stop that." I say, forcing him to let go of his hair. "Stop it. Let go." His fingers loosen at the sound of my harsher voice. He breaths sharp. He leans back, staring at me. I frown.

"What's wrong?"

"You're not stuttering." He says softly, his eyes glaze over. My heart stops as I realize what he said. It clicks, and I wonder how I didn't notice on my own.

"I'm not stuttering." I repeat. His hands cover his mouth, and another sharp and shuddering breath comes out. "Hey, that's good. Baby, it's good. I'm not stuttering." I say, the excitement crashing through my body. I stand up, leaving him on the bed.