A World of our Own | K.TH *COMPLETED*

His Other Side

Blood.

Pain.

Dark.

Cold.

"What useless eyes." I don't even see the next hit coming as it lands on the side of my face, blinding my vision for a few agonizing seconds. "Worthless— at least my son lasted a bit longer."

Oh my Lord, V. I didn't know.

I didn't know.

My tears join with the shallow pool of blood beside my head. Pain is a thing in the past— once you experience something too much, it's normal that you gradually become accustomed to the said subject.

My head hurts, a ringing headache that's been splitting my mind apart for the past hour. Or maybe it'd been an eternity since I first knocked on V's mother's door.

Even thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. Now I realize just how foolish I was, to dare to hope. And my own foolishness had brought me here, crumpled against cold grounds and shivering in pain.

The bliss had gone too soon.

My fainting had only lasted merely a few seconds before he'd woken me up with a hard slap to my face. As I try to catch my breath, I hear the man snigger as he crouches down to the floor, the malice never leaving his cruel eyes.

How is he and V even related?

"Don't fall asleep again—" He's most likely drunk, judging by the way his eyes are severely glazed and his voice is all creepy-jokerlike singsongy. "I'd hate to have to wake you up."

It hurts when I think. It hurts when I try to breathe— it's like there's a rock sitting on top of my lungs, and it hurts.

It hurts so much.

V's POV

I anticipate the worst, my heart pounding. Please, please, please.

The alley is dark— too dark, and I nearly miss it. What happens after my eyes land on a petite figure, bleeding out on the ground, is a blur in my memory.

All I remember is the voice in my mind, filled with bloodlust and vengeance. Its fiery whisper dulls all my other senses, focusing my entire concentration on one thing and one thing only—

Kill him, V.

And I follow its command.

Tzuyu's POV

Then all at once, I hear a cry of shock, accompanied by an explosive noise of sheer collision. My vision blurs as I look up from my icy pool of red, the intense sparks of pain dulled with surprise.

V.

No way.

I must be dreaming. There is absolutely no possible way that V would be here.

But when I pinch myself as hard as I can, nothing happens. This is reality, and V is here.

"I never told you you could touch her, did I?" A blood chilling voice, bordering insanity, reaches my ears. V throws his father against the ground so hard I can literally feel the cold cement under me tremble with the impact.

"You seem to misunderstand something, father." V snarls, eyes feral and voice a deep, furious hiss. This is the most angriest I've ever seen him get, and only then I realize how destructive V can be when he wants to be.

"I let you hit me. I let you lay your hands on me. Get this into your thick, alcohol-muddled head— I can twist your throat and draw your blood any fucking time I want."

I shiver. I'd never heard V curse— not since the day that I met him, and the days that followed after. Now I realize why—

He looks absolutely terrifying when he does.

Even his father, who had acted like he owned the world and everything in it— trembles in terror as his son lifts him up singlehandedly by the throat and slams him into the wall that he'd painted with my blood.

"But I never let you do a single damn thing to her."

V strikes the man violently on the head, relishing the sweet sound it makes as it meets the solid concrete walls. I can't imagine how long he's waited for this. All those countless times of torture— and he hadn't raised a single finger against him, solely for the sake of his mother.

And now he was letting himself go.

I watch as he satisfies his thirst for revenge, as he satisfies returning the millions of strikes his father had took at him and his mother. I watch as his hands turn scarlet with blood, and as the layers overlap with more and more.

Then a particularly strong gust of wind blows through the empty alley, making me shiver and groan softly in the violent cold. Shaking like a leaf, I attempt to curl my body even more tighter when pain lances through me like fire.

My gasp of agony is what snaps him out of his merciless trance.

Gradually, the murderous light fades from his eyes as he drops his father's body to the ground. He doesn't even bother to check if he's alive as he stumbles back with shock.

"Tzuyu—"

He wraps his arms around my body, and I don't even mind the agony that burns my senses as I take in his captivating scent. It's a struggle to keep awake— but I force myself to. I would not fall asleep. I would not.

Not when there were so many things to be said, to be done.

His muscles ripple underneath my tight  grip as he stands, adjusting my body in his arms so I could be more comfortable. The heat emanating from his body warms my frozen skin as he presses every exposed inch against mine.

The next few minutes pass by in a daze.

V takes me to his mother, who rushes to retrieve the first aid kit the moment she sees me. I can't imagine how terrible I look in the moment, but I know that it's probably the worst state I've ever been in for a long, long time.

"Go to sleep, Tzuyu." His voice is soothing and reminds me of music as he gently closes each of my eyelids, lips barely touching the curve of my ear.

"I promise I won't let you go."