Fake Love

Chapter 17

Jeons POV:

I wake up half naked with a decomposing body over me. The basement completely empty, but I still remember bits of what has happened. 

Min! 

That bastard is as good as dead and I'm gonna have the personal pleasure of killing him myself. Very slowly. So slow that seconds will feel like hours to him and I know exactly how to do it.

I grumble, my head feeling dizzy while I slowly but surely try to stand up. Throwing the bits and pieces of Mark to the corner of the room, I watch his bones shatters against the wall and I guess V will have to find himself a new monster to terrorize his victims with. I'm more than happy to assist him with that and he can have Min after I finish with him. 

That will be a terrifying monster I can give a promise on that!

The steps up to the ground floor feels like hell to me and with shaky legs I barely make it out of the cold, damp shitty room. I huff, a headache approaching as a side effect from the high I was having earlier. 

How could I have been so stupid? 

Why did I even take it? 

I didn't even think for a second before I started to drink and I should have known that anything coming from Min has been tampered with. I was distracted!

It's his fault. 

For being scared and vulnerable. For being terrified of me! For being so unique and pretty and absolutely mesmerising. It's like I went into so type of trance, unknowing of my body's actions and before I could even comprehend, it was already too late.

The walk to my room is more like a hangover trip from hell. The dizziness kicking in for real as I try to put one foot in front of another to get to my destination. It's a quiet and strange feeling surrounding the house, letting me assume that he has already fled the scene, but to where?

I finally reach the door to my room, steadying myself before fumbling with the key to try and get it open. There's no way I would leave it unlocked, I'm not stupid like V!

It takes a lot of effort and I end up partly kicking it open, leaving a huge scratch that I know hyung won't be pleased about. 

I head over to my messed-up bed, grabbing a shirt and throwing it on as I walk towards one of my cabinets. "What to pick..." I contemplate for a rather long time. I want to make sure I have the right one for the mission I'm about to give myself. My eyes settle on a smaller one, a size I usually use when I want them to bleed out slowly. When I don't really want to kill them yet, but still cause them a decent amount of pain.

The beautiful, shiny little blade comes popping out the second I press the button. I admire it, making sure it's sharp enough for the task I'm about to give it. It glistens with temptation and excitement as I watch my own eyes through the tiny reflection it gives me. 

It's decided then. 

This and a small trip to Mins room should give me everything I need to get some sweet revenge.

It's all about revenge in this house. 

We can never just bicker and then leave it alone. We always have to take it to the next step. Which is probably why we're so good at what we're doing. We don't grumble over things; we rage over it! We fight and seek out hatred where we can find it. It's what drives us, it's what most of us grew up with.

I make sure to lock the door to my room, feeling the handle just to be absolutely certain. 

I suddenly freeze for a moment, deciding to hide by the end of the hallway when I hear a door opening upstairs. I can faintly recognise Vs voice and hyungs crying. Strange. Hyung would never cry in this house. He would never show emotions in this house...

I wonder what upset him so much?

A door opens and closes again and moments later someone is descending from upstairs. I haven't had time to run by Mins room yet so if it is that creepy crawler, I will have to change my plan of attack quickly. To my surprise, but also relief it's not. 

Hyung walks past me without noticing me and I find myself staring after him as he enters the kitchen.

He knows. 

He ain't stupid and he knows not to come in my way when I'm busy. I'm glad to see that someone in this house has a brain besides from me. I hate being interrupted when I'm working and especially when it's personal. 

Shaking my head, I make sure the coast is clear before heading over to his room. He left it unlocked and I must say I'm honestly surprised. Besides from myself, I would think that Min would make sure to lock up his room when he's out, knowing the amount of goodies he stores in there.

The room is dark and quiet, too quiet.

There's a creepy feeling suffocating it and the mix of alcohol with several different types of drugs is not helping my overly sensitive nose. I hate smells! I hate smelling shit all the time. Wherever I go, I can always smell some type of shit. Shitty drugs, shitty alcohol, shitty people. 

Just too many of them.

I growl when suddenly the door closes behind me followed by the lock. That cunt! He was waiting, using my own perfect sense of smell as a distraction. My thoughts of Jimin and shitty people as a trap. 

"Min!" I roar, fury rising within me when I hear him huff then snicker from the outside.

"You see the bottle on the bed Jeon? I've been playing with it." He laughs, I curse. "The timer on the button can't be reset and will go off in approximately 5 minutes, unless I give you the code," he laughs when I slam my body against the door, knowing that his room is sealed off. "Give me your promise Jeon," he commands.

Rage consumes me as I kick and punch the door repeatedly. Growling I can feel my face heating up from anger. I'm losing it, losing my control and that fucker should be deadass glad that the door is strong enough to keep me locked inside. "2 minutes Jeon!" he grins, patient running thin probably from not having napped today, but I don't care about his shitty attitude.

I'm about to be fucking skunk sprayed with neurotoxin and my dead ass stupid piece of mind is too fucking stubborn to just say yes! "30 seconds!" Min shouts, sounding like he's contemplating, but I know he will go through with it. 

No one backs off in this house. 

We're all too stubborn!

"Fine!" I shout, feeling defeated. My pride's hurting, but I decide that I will manage to get my revenge in a more subtle kind of way. "I promise!" I shout, rage consuming me all over again when he laughs with victory. "4444s the code, I'll leave you to cool down. Catch you later Jeon!" His voice becomes more distant. 

"Not if I catch you first," I grumble, kneeling down, laughing at myself like every other maniac.