His Little Trespasser [P.JM]✔

18. Under His Touch

The taxi ride was silent. I couldn't call anyone for help, so instead, I was chewing on my nails nervously. I wondered where was he taking me to and what would he do with me. Unfortunately, I had imagined the worst. And the worst could be worse if I resisted.

"Babe, we're here." I cringed when he called me that. Paying for the cab, he led me into a small, old, and crappy apartment complex near the outskirts of Busan.

Closing the door behind him, Kang Soo Cheol walked me into a tiny open living room. I felt like I couldn't breathe; every second I was near him, I would easily throw up. Now, I didn't know what he was up to and how to heck did he get this apartment.

"Would you like some water to calm down?" He asked with concern in his voice.

Fuck him and his mouth.

"Okay, I'll get you some water." He went over the sink as if I did give him a response.

Suddenly, my phone went on. It was the notification of a new message.

"What was that?" Kang Soo Cheol glowered as he saw me pulling out my brick phone. "You have a phone?"

Before I could read the message, he snatched it from my hand.

"Kang Soo-"

"Who the fuck is Vante? Why is he asking your whereabouts?" His expression was like a ticking bomb.

Not this again, Kang Soo Cheol the control maniac.

Not receiving an answer, his insecurity and trust issue spread out in the air. "When did you two know each other?"

Eventually, I lost my shit over his nonsense. "We broke up! You're not my boyfriend, and I'm not your girlfriend. Get over it! Stop asking questions that aren't fucking related to you!"

But then, my raged ended with his five fingers on my cheek.

Here we go again.

And he said he could make me happy.

Clearly, he somehow knew I would go back to my apartment, so he waited there for me after figuring out that he was in 2016. I stupidly and accidentally fell into his arms once again.

"A report in domestic abuse and one year in jail don't equal a break up to me, Y/N." He said calmly after I remained in the same position when he slapped me right in the face.

Don't cry, Koo Y/N. You're stronger than this.

"I will take this phone from now on." He said while caressing my cheek. "You know I can't live without you, and I know you can't live without me."

Could somebody just bang into this apartment and cut his head off, please?

"Come, I'll show you our bedroom." Instead of actually respecting me, Kang Soo Cheol jerked my arms to follow him.

Looking at the queen-sized bed, I felt nauseated. All of the memories that I had managed to ease with the help of a therapist came back all at once. The level of anxiety skyrocketed as I felt myself sweating, shaking, and not breathing. My mind was clouded with the old memories that I had managed to comfort.

My heart was about the explode and I could see myself slowly blacking out. My whole body wasn't able to move; it hurt everywhere as if there were nails all over my body. The world was turning round and round and I no longer saw a destination.

In the end, all I saw was black.

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My eyes gradually opened as I recognized my bedroom inside Jimin's Busan mansion. My left hand was heavy as if something was attached to it, creating pressure. The sky outside the window was dark, so I assumed it was already night.