Beautiful Obsession --kth. story

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Taehyung's voice resonated through the room, momentarily stopping your hearing as the only thing you focused on was the mad man standing before you. His facial features showed almost no emotion, which seemed to be the scariest part of it all.

His hands were clenched into tight fists, his knuckles turning white from the force he was exhibiting.

"I'm sorry I-I'll put it back-"

"Stop fucking around." He clenching his teeth as he stomped towards you, grabbing onto your wrist violently while he shoved his other hand down the pocket of your sweat pants. Soon pulling out the phone which had probably doomed you.

"Tae please-" "Just shut up!"

He didn't let you speak, only locking eyes with you as he held your wrist in the air. His eyes were dark, a scary dark. If the ground could swallow you whole right now you'd let it.

"You don't even care do you?" He laughed with pure hatred in his voice. "You never fucking cared." He grabbed a fistful of your hair which made your head tilt backwards, neck fully exposed and covered in bruises from the previous night.

"Don't hurt me," You whispered. "I beg you."

He paused for a few seconds, staring at your features.

Then a small smile crept on his lips, yanking once more at your hair as you gripped his arm, your nails digging in his skin.

"I hope you're joking." His eyes went back to it's dark hue, yanking you forward as he pulled you out of the room, practically dragging you along.

You thanked yourself for putting those sweatpants on beforehand, reducing the damage he could've done to your body while dragging you across the hallways.

"Don't hurt me?" He mocked your previous word. "While that's the only fucking thing you've been doing to me since the beginning." His voice trembled from either anger or madness even maybe sadness, you concluded that it might've been a mix of of all three. Your hands still tightly gripping his wrist, his fists still clutching a handful of your hair.

He pushed through a door that seemed way too familiar to you, the bright white neons blinding you partially as you got dragged in.

He walked to the far back corner of the room, throwing you into that corning while the cold of the tiles seeped through your shirt.

Before you could even try to stand back up he crotched down, leaning over your seated body. His left hand placed on the wall beside your head as to keep himself steady.

"I give you everything, and all you do is spit all over it." He mumbled, but yet it was loud enough for you to hear, considering how close he was.

"I promise I won't do it again please-" "That's what she told me as well." He cut you off, sweeping his bangs backwards with his free hand which exposed his forehead, a sweat drop sliding down the side of his temple.

"She made all the promises possible, yet she still went around, trying to please everyone when she sould've only been pleasing me." He paused, staring at you with pure hatred in his eyes. You couldn't help but feel the anger boiling inside of you as well, your heart thumping inside of your chest.

"I'm not fucking Mia." You cursed through gritted teeth, slowly building up your courage.

"I'm not her and never will be, you think keeping me locked in here is gonna change the perspective I have of you? hmph." You could see his brows turn into a frown, confusion showing all over his face.

"You're a crazy phsycopath who can't get over the fact that a girl rejected hi-" He slapped his palm over your mouth, preventing you from outtering another word.