Our Secret | Taejin✔️

Control

A/N: This might be one of the darkest stories, I've ever written 😩. 

Jin's Pov:

When I got out of the bathroom, I did not call Taehyung. I didn't want him to touch me. I just wanted to find my clothes and put them on. I really wish he'd just leave. I don't want him making me breakfast, tending to my bruises. I don't want any of it.

I shuffled through the clothes in my closet, picking out a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve hoody. On a day like today, I need something to cover up my body.

"Why didn't you call me?" I flinched at the sound of his voice. He was standing right at my closet door looking at me. I pulled the towel tighter around my waist. I was feeling insecure and afraid. Something I never felt before in his presence.

"Don't you want me to take care of you?" He comes closer to me, and I step back immediately, hitting my head against some of the hangers. "N-no, i-it's.." My words were cut off as he began tracing the bruises he had made on my chest with his finger. I suppressed the whimpers that were trying to come out, trying not the flinch in the process. "I didn't mean to make these you know. My intention is not to hurt you. I just...I don't want you thinking it's okay to behave any way you want to and doing what you want. I can't have that....if you do that, then I become the bad guy. Taehyung doesn't want to be the bad guy, but if Seokjin does things that upset him, he is going to end up being the bad guy, and you end up getting hurt. We don't want that do we? So, what do you say? Are you going to listen?" His finger pressed into my bruise, and soft cry escapes my lips, "N-no. I am going to listen." I breathe out. Someone, please take me away from this nightmare.

He brings his lips down to mines and kisses me. I don't kiss him back. "Good, now come let me tend to those bruises." He looks at the outfit I have in my hand. "Are you trying to hide your body from me." I shake my head to say no. "You better not be. I will let you wear those now because I have to leave soon, but remember you have work today. You don't get a day off just because you are screwing the CEO. That's not a valid excuse to miss work." He said sternly. He is fucking crazy! I don't get to miss work because I am screwing the CEO? What the fuck! So does getting abuse by the CEO get me a day off work? Of course, I am too much of a punk to say that to him.

I dropped the clothes in my hand on the floor. What's the point? I wasn't planning on going back to that job. I followed him out to the bedroom. He got some cream and began dressing my bruises. I flinch at first but relax as the cream began cooling the bruises. Once he was finished, he leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "You can't ever leave me Seokjin. I won't let you go. I've worked too hard for us." I pulled back away a bit from him, not comfortable with him touching me anymore, but he noticed.

"Do you not want me to touch you?" His face was serious. Shit...is, he mad again. I started panicking. Thankfully the sound of the kettle began going off. "You are lucky! Breakfast is ready. Get dress and come out."

As soon as he left the room, I breathe out. I need to call the cops, go to the police...something. I know, I won't do that. I am going to move, and I have to he's a psycho. I can't stay here.

I got my clothes and put them on. Then met him in the kitchen. On the island, he had our breakfast laid out. Pancakes and eggs with tea for me, but what seemed like coffee for him.

"I know you prefer coffee, but tea is better for you today. Please sit." He instructed.

I didn't bother questioning him. I just sat like a mute and began picking away at my food. I usually love to eat, but I had no appetite. No interest in eating. He must have noticed, nothing misses him. "Do you not like it? Is it not up to your standards?" No, I don't like it, and you aren't up to my standards, you abusive shit. But again, I couldn't say that.

"I like it." I lied.

"Good. Eat up. I don't usually cook. I can't cook, but I want you to eat before I leave." I gave him and weak smile and forced the food down.

"Seokjin," he calls my name, and I look towards him. "Don't try planning any great escape, okay? Let's be nice to one another. I want this to work. I want us to work. I think we are good for each other. Right now you might not think so, but I know so since the day I met you. I just knew you'd be mine. I wasn't planning on things turning out like this, but you, you don't stop flirting with other people, and you keep just using me for sex, never confessing to me, but then you go on dates with other guys. I can't take it anymore. I can't allow it anymore. I can't allow you to use me. You've been playing with my emotions. Our agreement was set so you could fall in love with me, not for you to use me for your sexual wants and needs. I have feelings too, you know."

What is wrong with this man. How did I not see this before, he is a lunatic? We had a fucking agreement just to fuck! That was it.