Fake Love

Chapter 13

Jimins POV:

My brain has been running in high gear for what I believe has been hours after I gave up screaming. My throat's raw and I'm so tired yet I can't rest. My eyes keep shifting from the shadow in the corner to the little creek of light coming from the top of the stairs. I don't know which one I should be more terrified of; him coming back or the rotting corpse in the darkness?

My heart's beating in overdrive, about to pound through my chest due to the amount of stress that I'm under, but still I refuse to relax. I refuse to calm down and think that everything will be ok, because I know it won't.

It will never be ok again!

My train of thoughts is causing my brain to go haywire and before I know it, my eyes reluctantly close, momentarily forgetting about the decomposing body lurking in the shadows. I can smell it, but by now I have decided that if it's actually going to kill me, I don't want to see it coming.

However, the sleep that I'm finally about to fall into is broadly interrupted when the door suddenly opens above. I squint from the opening that's letting the rays of daylight shine into the cold, scary basement.

V walks down with happy steps, practically skipping while the young one follows close behind. I avoid making eye contact with him, not knowing what he will do if V were to find out.

Besides,
He killed my mom!

"Did you sleep well? I hope Mark here didn't keep you awake..." V laughs when my body twitches in anger as he motions towards the dead body. I'm honestly surprised that I have any fight left in me after what happened yesterday and last night, but for the short amount of time where my brain went on a journey, I managed to decide on one thing;

I'm going to survive this fuckery!

I'm going to escape!

My hope dwindles a little when I look down at my bruised ankle though. It's swollen and even if I haven't put any weight on it yet, I know it's gonna hurt like a bitch just standing. Just twisting it yesterday brought tears to my eyes!

V seems to follow my gaze and for a moment, just a brief little moment, I can see guilt wash over him. It disappears however as quickly as it came when he shakes his head and the sly grin is back.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Can't have you running around trying to escape," he laughs, the younger one snickering behind him when my body twitch again. He comes closer, kneeling down in front of me and gently, kinda seductively places some of my locks that have fallen in front of my face, behind my ears.

His face is really, like I can't explain it. It just doesn't look real. He looks like an anime character. The flawless skin, his cute little moles, the dark eyes and the boxy grin...

I think my heart just skipped a beat and my breath hitched.

"Take a picture, it will last longer," V mocks, taking the restrains off my hands. I rub my sore wrists together, hissing at the pain where the cold metal has been digging into my skin, red circles already forming. I glare at him, being too tired to fight, but not that tired that I won't let him know how much I hate him.

He gently removes the tape over my mouth before handing me a bottle of water I have no idea where came from. "You look thirsty, drink," he shoves the bottle into my hands, my mouth and throat already thanking him, but as I open the cap, I can't help but wonder.

I'm too suspicious, I don't trust them.

"Wh-hh," I cough, being gagged for so long has left my mouth unable to perform words, but from the small amount that I manage to talk, V seems to understand my question.

"Relax, we haven't tampered with it. If we wanted to drug you, we wouldn't do it like this. Min probably would, but not us" he shrugs, turning to look at the young one who laughs about his comment. Min must be the pale one then...

I'm not really trusting them by drinking the water, it's just that my mouth and throat are burning so much it literally pains me. Besides, if I'm going to be able to scream for help should the opportunity arise, I need to have a voice. I greedily finish about half of the bottle before it's snatched out of my hands and I watch V hand it to the young one who finishes it, making me pout.

V studies me, like I'm so kind of limited-edition collectible that's insanely rare. He's eyes glisten as they move further down my body making me suddenly feel exposed. I can't help but pull my legs closer to me, hissing when I have to put the slightest pressure on my ankle. He notices, his eyes immediately moving down to look at my feet. I try to cover them with my hands, suddenly feeling conscious about my body for some reason, but V grabs my wrists, denying me.

"I do think we should get that ankle looked at," he tilts his head, contemplating, ignoring the fact that I'm a person with my own opinions and meanings, nope, not here! "I will go talk to RM real quick, wait here" he gives me a death glare before standing up just as quickly as he kneeled down in front of me. Jeon watches him with eerie eyes, hiding the smirk that is way too evident on his face.

"Jeon, the promise. Don't forget it!" V growls, pointing an accusing finger towards the sinister psychopath before disappearing up the stairs.

"No touching, only watching" the words come out almost as a whisper and I wouldn't have caught it if I hadn't already heard it. Jeon forms fists with his hands before crossing them over his chest. A leg casually bent a little as he leans against the wall of the dark and damp basement. I pull my legs closer to me, resting my chin in-between my knees, wondering how I ended up here.