Broken & Ruined | TAEKOOK

six

Trigger warning.
Mention of violence and drugs.
If you cooed from the last chapters, expect the contrast in this part.

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"Use him,"  Joonsun states as if it is a piece of an advice.

Taehyung was surprised but he managed to heave a confidence to speak himself, "I-I won't do that."

Joonsun's face turns into grave, "Are you dumb or just not using your shitty brain? Heaven gave you an opportunity."

"Joonsun! Stop teaching your child nonsense. Can't you just be thankful?" Rihye disagrees.

"Okay. If you don't want then don't," Joonsun finally says and cleans his fingers through his lips, tasting the flavour that lingers on his fingertips, ".. but I want to meet him," he adds.

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Pitter-patter, says the tears dropping from heaven. Clouds are crying. The sky's madness seems unpersuasive, roaring its thunderstorms. The holes from the roof are leaking but the family aren't bothered because there are containers carrying all caught drops from the hole. They are all silently sleeping, not caring the loathing somewhat storm. Well, except Joonsun who stays up and awake, not because of the noise outside but because of the drug he snorted.

His mind is currently fogged with various insane thoughts and images which causes him to grin by himself without any particular and necessary reason. His eyes as usual are eerie, redish, and frightful that anyone could tell he's crazy, relevant to demon. His chapped yet wet lips forms a ridiculous smirk with malevolent idea, running in his devilish mind.

He guzzles his liquor and harshly put the bottle beside with his trembling hands. The malign effect of alcohol and drugs dangerously causes him to fall for a viscious trap. From his seat on the floor, he walks toward the room where three angels having their peaceful sleep. He scans the body of his wife, from her head down to her legs.

Rihye, even she looks quite unattractive than she was and quite lean and petite, still has the curves and lines that Joonsun never found unattractive. Her legs are quite exposed because she only wear a simple dress and shorts. There are still bruises and fresh wounds on her flesh yet those did not became Joonsun's reason to not continue his plan.

His hand painstakingly glides against his wife's bare leg, rubbing her tighs with his rough palms. He gulps and hisses, feeling himself having an aching bulge in his pants.

"J-Joonsun. What are you doing?" Rihye snaps and immediately gets off of his touch once she felt uncomfort. With wide eyes, Rihye scans her husband's appearance. He looks a mess. A gross mess. Rihye fixed her dress and covered her exposed legs.

"I miss you, Rihye," he muffles, ".. you look beautiful, gorgeous.. " he trails as he slowly leans forward, ".. and sexy," he scorns and sniffs his wife's scent. Rihye literally recoils at the words he just mentioned. If earlier, she could smell the strong odor of liquor and something relevant, now that he's half meter away, she can invade the appalling and foul smell directly in her nostrills which almost makes her sick.

"Get off," she said but Joonsun never listened.

"I want you, my wife," his hands aggressively grabbed her arms and placed them over her head. Rihye struggles on the grip of her husband and tried to call for help but Joonsun thwarted her by smacking her on her cheek. A loud smack almost inaudible because of the rain still falling and roaring storm.

Tears fell on her numbed cheeks. Whimpers involuntarily come off her lips, begging, "Don't."

He whispers, "Let me," and presses his rough lips against her skin.

"Help!—" she shouts but interrupted by a strong hand. Joonsun held her neck which causes Rihye to long for an air.

"You don't want them to see you being mercilessly ruined, don't you?" He mocks, his breath fanning against Rihye's face. ".. you want? Shout! Call for help and let's see if there is somebody will help you," he grins.

"L-let.. let g-go—" Rihye's unable to breathe with a strong hold. She coughed. Her face transforming into bloodshots. "Please! Joon.. s-sun!"

Rihye strives and tries her best to get off of the grip, "Tell me that you love me, Rihye," Joonsun's mad face turned into concern. ".. you love me, right?" He again asks, voice touches with anxiety.

"I-I'm hur—ting!" She cried which thankfully sent Joonsun a rare sympathy.

"I'm sorry, Rihye. Are you hurt?" That question was literally dumb even his face looks genuinely concerned. His wife immediately collapsed an air and panted.

"When will you stop hurting us?" She queried, face was drawn with madness and pity.  Tears streaming down her cheeks.

Instead of answering the question, Joonsun answers, "I love you.. " With that, he pressed his rough lips against Rihye's flesh yet this time, she got a force to kick him on the intestine which made him growl in pain.

"Fuck!" He swore, pitied eyes changed back into usual terrifying glare which eventually gave the woman chills.

The man whispers incoherent words and truculently pulled his wife onto the corner. The woman wails for help and screams yet the man in bloodshot eyeballs harshly pinched her lips to shut her up. "Put your damn mouth on the fucking side," words are emphasized with his teeth gritting.

"Please. Stop t-this already, Joonsun," her frail voice cracked as the thunder rang. ".. if you can't give any sympathy for us.." she paused, ".. at least give sympathy for yourself," she mumbles with her tears pooling her eyes, vision gets blearier and darker.

She stared at her husband's eyes. For a few seconds, she felt fear and dread but for another few seconds, those eyes lacking empathy somehow sent her pity, deep sorrow and guilt for herself. He was not like this before. He was not this violent. He was lovable. He was.

"Ah!" She yelped as the man pulled her hair sideward murmuring, ".. tell me that you still love me, Rihye."

She did not answer. Rihye questions herself too. Her minds screaming not to. She doesn't love the man who's hurting everyone specially his family even himself, does she?

"Answer me!" He shouted which made the woman flinch and close her eyes mumbling, "Yes."

"I can't hear you."

"Y-yes," she muffles.

"Fucking louder!" He pulled her head even lower.

"Yes!" She cried. Joonsun crept a smile on his lips, satisfied.

"Good. I'll forgive you," he says, finally freeing the pathetic woman from his grip. He stands up and leaves his wife on the edge.

Rihye blows an air of relief as she glared at the man walking towards the bed. She thought he'd lie down to sleep and act like nothing happened as usual but Joonsun goes at the top of one of her kids, sliding his finger against the exposed skin.

"Joonsun, w-what will you do?" She asks and tried her best to stand up. The man shows his profile, etching a devilish grin on his lips.

"You changed my mind, Rihye," he stated. With a lavish grin, he squeezed on the young's being.

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