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54.2k people liked this parkdaily Once again, I'm fine. As you can see, everything is ok. No comments sorry #ootd #parkdaily ____________________________________ Minyoung POV
I was awoken by a rough kiss from Jangjun.
Ugh, gross.
It had been a little over a week and nothing had happened yet. I worried that the boys hadn't gotten the message and weren't going to come for me.
Each day felt like a hard slap in the face, but I tried to remain as optimistic as possible by constantly reminding myself of the things that hadn't happened to me yet.
Pessimism wasn't my style. Not when I had Kim Namjoon as a boyfriend.
It was him that kept me going. When I went to sleep at night and when I woke up in the morning, it was him who I thought of.
Jangjun continued to roughly kiss me, blissfully unaware of how one-sided this kiss was.
"You're so good baby. I bet it'll be even better when-"
I cut him off with a kiss. This time I initiated it because I could not stand to hear him talk about his delusional fantasies.
Jangjun was clearly in heaven, evident in the look of ecstasy on his face.
He played with the locket that Namjoon had given me, looking at it disdainfully. He hated that I wore it. It made him angry and jealous.
But I refused to take it off. I refused to let him take it away from me.
"I'll rip this ugly thing off of you one day and give you one of my own to make you mine," he said.
He kept playing with it, making me uncomfortable as he began to neck me.
But I shifted slightly so that he wouldn't get too low.
It was around three pm when I woke up. Jangjun never let me do anything for entertainment because he thought he was entertaining, so I often took naps just so I wouldn't have to listen to him.
While Jangjun had gotten up to go pee, I managed to catch a glimpse of myself in a broken mirror.
Any ounce of beauty I had ever had was replaced by the gruesome sight of my bloodied and battered face and body. The amount of makeup I had to convince Jangjun to buy for me so I could hide the injuries on Instagram was impeccable. I felt like a clown with that much makeup on me.
It also just showed me how violated I had been. How tortured these almost two weeks had been for me. Seeing it made my throat go dry.
I often wondered, if and when I did get out of this, how would I be?
Because there was no way I could just return to normal life. I don't think any of us could.
Some therapy was probably in order, but what else. What if I couldn't enjoy life the same way I used to? It felt like my whole identity had been stolen from me. My whole idea of freedom. I would definitely be a changed woman after this to say the least.
