Silence.
Midnight had just struck not too long ago and the silence was slowly eating you alive inside.
You were terrified, terrified of the man downstairs. The man you gave into so easily, the man that made you so weak inside.
You wanted to scream, cry and run for help. You wanted to call the police, but you knew he was watching and listening.
The bruises he left on you hours before now we're starting to burn. They hurt so much, but you couldn't do anything about it.
He had hurt you once again.
You slowly sat up, groaning from the pain in your abdomen from where he punched you. It took your breath away. He showed no mercy, no love, no care. Only anger and hate.
Did he really love you?
You always wondered. You did anything and everything for him. He meant the world to you, but it seemed he didn't share the same feelings.
Footsteps, heavy heavy footsteps neared.
Chills running all the way to the bottom of your spine as the door creaked open slowly, Jungkook standing tall, blood running down his jaw to stain the white shirt that hugged him closely.
You'd admit he was breathtakingly handsome, but the blood wanted to make you gag. You hated the metallic smell, you hated looking at the crimson color.
"Y/N," he breathed out. "My beautiful beautiful Y/N."
"Jungkook please."
He inched closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, a hand running through the raven locks upon his head.
"Y/N, I don't know why I'm like this."
"You need help Jungkook."
He clenched his fist at the word help and looked your body up and down, an unknown emotion to you filling his eyes.
"I fucking hate when you say that."
"Jungkook," you whispered, reaching a hand out to him.
He only stared at your shaking hand, a throaty chuckle falling past his slightly parted lips and he Crawled up the bed to hover over your shaking body.
"You can't help me Y/N. I'm too far gone."
His lips brushed against your own, a smile taking place on those cold lips of his. A cold hand caressing the side of your face and soon grabbing a fistful of you hair.
He pulled your head to the side, moving the hair that dared block your neck from his path of sight. He licked his lips slowly, cold metal cascading down from your neck to just below your collarbone.
"This is going to hurt babe."
"Jungkook what are y- ah fuck."
Tears brimmed the corner of your eyes, pain mixed with pleasure.
He sucked harder on your neck, the tip of the blade digging into you chest with a curve. It hurt so much, but he felt so good.
"Jungkook-"
He smiled against you, leaving one last kiss below your ear before pulling away, your own blood dripping off the tip of the knife he held.
"Perfect," he mumbled to himself. "So fucking perfect."
It stung, you felt sticky, you felt disgusted and used.
"What have you done," you croak, wiping the tears away as you gripped your chest.
It only made the pain worse.
"I carved my initials into you, isn't that exciting babe? Now everyone will know who you belong to!"
He clapped his hands together, a smile stretching across his face as he stared down at you.
That beautifully sick smile.
"I love you Y/N. No one can have you. Only I can. You're mine. You always will be."
Your eyes began to flutter closed. You didn't want to look at him right now. You couldn't. Once again, his sick mind let him get in the way. He didn't realize he was hurting you more than just physically and you didn't think he really cared.
You wanted the old Jungkook back. The Jungkook that would freak out even if you had a little scratch, this Jungkook was heartless. He didn't love you. This wasn't love.
He was crazy.
Although he was, you still loved the monster on top of you. You still believed he would and could be normal again.
You had faith.
Because you did love him.
