Our Secret | Taejin✔️

Not A Monster

Jin's Pov:

Taehyung pulls away and releases me from his hold. I was taken back by the sudden kiss. He looks down at his hands and then again at my face. I watch guilt and remorse flashes across his face, before he turns and walk away from me and into our bedroom, he disappeared.

I brought my hand up to face that was stinking from that slap he had given me earlier. I felt tears threatening to leave my eyes, but I tilted my head and held them back. It was no time to cry. This was my new beginning anyway.

Looking around the room in shock as to how much splinters decorated the floor and spills of water. I knew I needed to clean up the glasses that were on the floor.  Bending down, I  started picking up the pieces, dropping them in my bare hand one by one.

As soon as I cleaned one spot up. I shuffled to the other side where splinters remained. I am not paying attention to where I was kneeling as I move around the room. Something pierced through the top of my leg o causing me to let out a high pitch scream. I dropped the bundle I had picked up previously out of my hand as I fall flat on my butt to examine the new wound I had gotten myself.

As soon as I looked at my leg, I could see the glass sticking out. It wasn't that deep, but it sure as hell hurts.

The next thing I knew Taehyung was rushing out of his room to where I was. As soon as he took in my current state, he began yelling at me,  "are you an idiot why would you do that? I was coming to clean this up." He yelled, motioning to the spills across the room.

"It's fine I got it," I told him. I pulled the glass out of my foot and threw it to the side. It was because of me he got angry anyways. Therefore, I should be the one to clean it up. He got down on his knees and moved me out of the way.

"what if you hurt the baby you can't do this." he just had me in a chokehold a few minutes ago, and now he's worried about me hurting the baby? I think he needs to be concerned about himself.

"I don't think I'm the one who hurt this baby." I whispered.

He looked at me with a serious expression, "are you trying to say that I am the one that will hurt our baby." Shit, he heard me. I looked away, not being able to look him in his face.

"Answer me do you think I am such a monster that I would hurt our child."

"I don't know you just had me in a chokehold and smacked me across the face, so I don't know when you will want to kick me next." It was the truth. I'm living with a ticking time bomb after all.

"I honestly can't believe you think I would stoop that low to hurt my child. Do you think I'm such a monster?  what's the point of giving me a chance if you're only thinking of me as a killer.  you want me to kill the baby don't you that's what you're asking me to do aren't you."

I looked at him in disbelief this- this can't be right. Can it? I mean is he unaware of himself.

"I would hate for you to harm our baby, but you what you just did to me showed me that you are capable of hurting our baby. You are in denial of how dangerous you can be and how much of a monster you are at times. Not to mention, I am delusional for staying around with a monster like you." I'm sure I was going to regret saying that.

"Stop calling me a MONSTER!" he screamed out. He then grabs me by my shoulder and shakes me a few times.  "I'm not a monster; I'm not a monster; I'm not a monster, stop calling me that. Why do you try to hurt me with your words? what is it, what is it that you want?"

I was speechless. He's far from ordinary. I could see tears in his eyes using my hand. I caress his cheek. "I'm sorry; you're not a monster, and you are an amazing human being. One who has been broken,  one who does not know the meaning of love and I'm sorry this is all you have ever known. I'm sorry you became like this. I'm sorry, but please know I'm not the one that turned you into this,  so please I am begging you, stop hurting me, stop making me suffer because of your past." I could no longer stop myself from crying. Why do I have to suffer because of his horrifying past that had nothing to do with me.

He leans forward, tears falling down his face as he connects his lips with mines. The kiss is filled with apologies, regret, and pain. I kiss him back, tasting our salty tears mixed together. "I need you; I need you so much Seokjin. Please...let me have you. Please." He whispers against my lips as he pulls my shirt up over my head.