MONSTER | KNJ x Reader

21

Laughing doesn't alway mean that we're happy. Sometimes, we laugh because how hopeless and miserable our life is and we know that nothing can help it.

She felt empty. Lost. Disgusted. Crazy. The world was unfair for her. Imagine if a random homeless guy did that to her, he would probably exist in jail. It's ironic, that people with wealth can hide behind the money and protect themselves with the high position that they have among the public. And sadly, the government rarely do anything about it and just flow with it.

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She's been sitting on the toilet for 30 minutes. She jut stared at her pathetic, miserable, and sad reflection of herself on the mirror. Her hair was messy, eyes were swollen because the intense crying earlier.

She laughed. She laughed with her empty eyes. No hint of happiness or sadness. Just empty.

She stood up and reached the drawer in the bathroom. She searched through there and found a sharp object. She held the scissor and stared at it for a while.

Die die die die die die die

It kept repeating in her mind. "There's no reason for me to live right now." She put the scissor on her left wrist, putting a pressure until a red fluid was formed.

She dragged it slowly, as a cut was created and the blood was dripping. She hissed in pain, but she felt better than before. She put the tip of the scissor underneath the first cut and started to drag it again. Another cut was made. She smiled. It felt good, but it's wrong she thought.

A loud bang was heard inside the bathroom. Namjoon banged the door, since he couldn't opened the locked door.

"Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE!" he screamed furiously. She just stayed silent, being unbothered. "SO YOU WANT ANOTHER PUNISHMENT?"

She laughed bitterly at his statement, "I'm punishing myself Joon. Because i couldn't protect myself from you."

Namjoon was taken aback by her words. His heart started to beat rapidly, negative thoughts started to come to his mind and made him turned worried of her.

"Y/N open the door" he said strictly. He heard a grunting sound as Y/N kept slicing her own wrist.

"Y/N OPEN THE DOOR" he banged the door and kicked it multiplenously. He threw a last strong kick and the door flung open, showing Y/N who sat on the floor with blood stained all over her wrist and clothes.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!" He yelled in panic and snatched the scissor away from her. She started crying. She tried to kick him away, but her body was too weak. Namjoon forcefully carried her to her room and called the maid to help him heal her.

The maids were rushing. Y/N who was laid on bed by Namjoon, just stared blankly at the ceiling and cried. On the otherside, Namjoon felt hurt seeing his girl's condition. He felt guilty because he couldn't stopped her earlier. He grabbed his own hair in frustration as he cried some tears.

He approached closer to her , watching the maids cleaned the blood and putting medicine on her slitted wrist. Sometimes she yelped in pain because the wound was pretty bad. Everytime she screamed, Namjoon felt a stabbed in his heart. He couldn't take it anymore as he stomped out of the room and went to his room.

He grabbed his razor that he used to shave, and put it on his left wrist, the same wrist where Y/N was hurt. "I'm sorry Y/N, you're not alone. I'm in pain too, you have me, don't worry" he sobbed as he dragged the razor on his wrist. He grunted in pain, his hands were shaking. A sharp pain was felt.

He dropped the razor and rushed to the sink. He quickly washed off the blood, and gently putting a bandages there.

He ran back to her room and met the maid in the midway. "She's asleep Sir. She's fine" one of the maid said to him and he nodded in response, and continued to dash to her room. He opened the door slowly, avoiding loud noise, and sat beside her sleeping body.

He grabbed her left wrist and caressed it gently. "We're in pain together. You're not alone baby, i feel you, and you feel me." he mumbled softly and put her hand back. He stroked her hair and stared at her beautiful face.

He stood up and walked to the wider space of the bed. He laid his body there and hugged her tightly, slowly closing his eyes to sleep.