Red
Thats the color of love, isn't it?Red roses.
Red cheeks.
Just red.But its different for me. I want red but it isn't flowers or her blushed face.
She's gorgeous and the first time I saw her I was almost upset that someone could hold such a standard of beauty.
I can't say I haven't had thoughts.
I've had SO MANY.
I want her ALL THE TIME.
Her voice is like the bright sound of birds in a dark tunnel. And there's no one that could deny her sexual aura. I could just imagine her body, trembling below me, grabbing onto my hair as I make her hormones dance.
It makes me angry that she's not mine. She only ever looks at him and that pisses me off. Hoseok doesn't and will never treat her like the way she should be.
But she's happy, so I guess I'll just wait on the sidelines.
He kidnapped her and then took the credit for not killing her when in reality, I WAS THE ONE WITH THE FUCKING GUN! I WAS THE ONE THAT DIDNT PULL THE TRIGGER!!
SHE SHOULD BE THANKING ME! Not him!Not him.
But I guess I don't need her thanks.
She pregnant now and I don't know how to take it. Every time I see her belly I just want that to be my little baby in there. But it's Hoseoks. And he plans to raise that child in the gang house.
If it were mine- if she was mine- I would take her and the baby and get new names and a new life and make them both safe. I could preotect them. But Hoseok will end up killing her, I know it.
She will die by his hands.
Anyways, back to red.
Ahhh RED.
I remember she wore this really pretty red dress yesterday that accentuated her pregnant belly and damn was she beautiful. Haruka as a mother is so amazing.I remember when I used to whip her and now I won't even touch her. I'm so scared of hurting her.
But I think Hoseok has broken her. I think she needs to be taken away too. She doesn't look out the window anymore. She looks at the ammo storage. She doesn't sing in the shower any more, it's silent. She's not who she was. I miss her innocence.
He broke her.
We broke her.
I broke her.
- yoongi
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Fanfiction21+ Mature BTS Fanfic Twenty year old Haruka Tsukoya was alone in her world. She lived alone, worked alone on the night shift at a gas station, and had virtually no friends. One regular night at work changed her world forever.