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TRIGGER WARNING
SELF HARM

“I love you Kim Taehyung.” Jungkook whispered only to hear a loud slam four seconds later.

Taehyung is gone.

-four years later-

As I walked down the corridor I wiped off the dirt from my pants, I wanted to go down and do it by hand but Boss said that’d be ‘too dangerous’.

Ha, as if.

I opened the door and stood beside Choi, Baekhyun's bodyguard. He looked up from his desk.

“Did you do it?” He asked me.

I nodded, pulling down the mask I wear constantly, it’s really only for protection purposes but I’ve grown to like it for comfort.

“Yep,” was all I said, he sighed.

“When are you gonna open up to me? What happened that made you like this? You used to be so happy who~”

My eyes darkened, “drop it Baekhyun I told you once and I’ll keep telling you. it doesn’t fucking matter I’m here now and that’s good enough! Shut the fuck up!”

I was the only one ever aloud to speak like this to him, if it was anyone else they would’ve been dead in an instant, but we’re family, so I guess I get a pass. “Besides, when you came home that day it was your fault.”

He frowned, and looked down. “You know I didn’t mean to do that, I don’t know what happened.”

I nodded, continuing in my monotonous voice. “Well the past is in the past.”

I turned and walked out soon after, my heart beating rapidly as memories came flooding back into my mind.

“Fifth day.”

I turned around, “what?”

He sighed, “The fifth day that I took you, it’s been going on since.”

I screamed in agony, going to the only place that’d bring me comfort. The bathroom. I side down the wall and slammed open the cabinets. Looking for the thing I saved always.

I searched for it but it was nowhere to be found.

I growled, “Who the~CHANYEOL!” I screamed jumping up and running to his room. I slammed open the door and there he was sitting next to Baekhyun. “Give it to me!” I growled, he sat up.

“No.”

I stomped over, “I said give it to me goddammit, quit fucking going through my things you have no right!”

He stood up, “I’m trying to help you!” He screamed back.

I saw red. I lunged at him and held him down by his throat. Choking him with every word. “I don’t want your help, I don’t need your help and I certainly didn’t ask for YOUR FUCKING HELP, NOW WHERE THE HELL IS IT!”

Baekhyun threw me off of him and pulled him to his chest. Chanyeol pointed towards the cabinet. I stalked over and threw open the door, seeing all my other ones there along with it, I grabbed them in my hand, slicing open the skin. But I didn’t flinch as I angrily turned back around.

I growled lowly, still monotone somehow. “Keep your damn boyfriend out of my room or we’ll have another death soon. Fucking test me Baekhyun, I’ll feel no remorse.” Baekhyun glared at me as I walked out.

I sighed as I dig the razor into my skin, holding my breath as I drew more and more, seeing the blood slip down my inner thigh. I did exactly eight more cuts and I threw the razor back in the small box and tucked it away where Chanyeol will never find it.

As I slipped into the hot water I turned my body around and winced as the water hit directly into them. No tears have slipped since that ungodly day but my anger has grown tremendously.

I stepped out and dried my legs off delicately and threw on a black v neck with grey sweatpants. A knock on my door sounded me out of my sickening thoughts and I slowly made my way over. Chanyeol stood, head bowed and swaying slightly.

“What?” I hissed.

He looked up, “I’m sorry I went through your stuff...again.”

I rolled my eyes, “whatever, leave.”

I began to shut the door when his hand stopped me, “Baekhyun called a meeting, he said to come get you.” I groaned and followed as I shut the door behind me.

No one in the gang dared touch my stuff like Chanyeol has before. Everyone’s afraid of me, just how I like it. No one touches me, they know if they do I’ll kill them in an instant. They look down to the ground when I enter and avoid eye contact at all cost. I never say a word to any of them, only Chanyeol or Baekhyun, but even then it’s limited.

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