TWISTED 2| Sequel| MYG| 18+

20.

[Warning: Mentions of self-harm/ triggering scene ahead. If you are sensitive to it, I would suggest you to skip it when it starts to get uncomfortable.]

I laid there, on the bed beside Minjoon. Who was fast asleep. We were watching Rio when he fell asleep. I decided to watch a movie with him so that he might feel a bit better though I was least interested in the movie and all the time my mind was repeating the events and my circumstances, trying to find a way out. And every time I thought about that, my frustration grew and my blood boiled.

I was so happy with Minjoon, why the fuck did I decide to come back to this damned country?

That city has Suga's memories.

What was I even thinking? How did I even forget this city also has dangers related to Suga.

Why did I even enter this house? Well, I was left with no choice. Eunwoo and Minjoon both were here.

Eunwoo. He was such a decent guy, why didn't I say yes to him? Why didn't I just marry him? Maybe Suga would have left us alone if I had another family. Or maybe...

Suga would have killed him if I married him.

Still, he was a thousand times better than Suga. He took care of me and Minjoon. He gave us attention, love, moral support, everything. And then there is Suga.

What did he do? Force me here, locked me up, tortured me, traumatized Minjoon, and then raped me.

He is worse of all mankind.

At least he didn't tell Jimin to comfort me like always, rather he opened up and comforted me while he tried finding comfort in me. He is guilty, he avoided facing me, he never shows emotions but he opened up. He is also fighting himself right now.

I feel like my mind is going to explode at any moment. The more I think about it, the more I get confused and irritated.

Maybe, I should talk to him. Yell at him, make him feel more guilty. Maybe, then I might find some peace. Or maybe, just maybe.

He would apologize.

With that fake hope in my heart, I slowly got off the bed and walked towards Minjoon's room, where Suga had locked himself since he…

I turned the knob but it was locked. Obviously.

So, I knocked. He didn't reply.

I knocked again.

"The fuck, Jungkook if it's not important I swear to God I will-." He roared from the inside.

"It's me." I cut him off. The silence kind of gave me some sort of confidence. Is he hesitating? The great Suga? Where did his greatness go? Drained out with the pre cums?

The clicking sound of unlocking came, followed by the door squeaking. He opened the door and I could barely see his face because of the darkness of the room. Only the moon was the source of light that came from his back, casting shadows on his face. And by the looks of his shadow, I could tell he was really not doing fine.

His shoulders hung low just like his face, unlike his usual self, where he had his chest walking inside the room before him. Just when I was about to enter, he closed the door on my face but I had my foot inside the room which came in between the door and he instantly opened the door.

His eyes were now on me and I swear I screamed internally by the pain it caused on my already injured ankle. Before he could say anything, I got a flashback.

Hana. That's no way to treat your guest now, is it?

So, I repeated.

"Suga. That's no way to treat your guest now is it?" His head shot up and his eyes simmered as he got my reference.