My eyes cracked opened, slowly adjusting to the lighting of the room. My head throbbed in pain as if someone was still hitting me, and the joints of my arms are hurting from being tied behind my back to the wooden chair I was on. My throat also was dry which made me cough.

"So you've finally woken up? I thought I might have hit a little bit too hard and  killed you." A familiar voice said.

My vision cleared, what I saw next shocked me: Minjun standing over me with a crazed smirk.

"Min-" I coughed even more when I tried to speak. How long have I been here?

"Oh my dear Yerin, Karma is a bitch huh?" My ex-boyfriend said in a singing voice as I was having my coughing fit.

"How long have I been here?" My voice came out as a croak when I finally managed to speak.

"You only passed out for two whole days." Minjun said and walked away to a table on the other side of the room. The room was a small and grimy one. The walls were made out of thin metal, and the floor was just concrete. It looked as if we were in a temporary house.

A light dangle in the middle of the ceiling with no cover, casting a stage lighting all over the room. There was no window. I was placed square in the middle of the room, and there was nothing that I could see except the table that Minjun was standing in front right now, and a door to the side.

Sounds of metal clashing came from it when Minjun took something out of a bag - my bag. He showed what he was holding, and it was one of Jimin's guns that I bought with me.

"You've got some nice toys huh?" He ran a hand over the black gun. "Is this what you used to kill your victims?"

"What?" I shook my still muddled head to clear it, "What are you on about?"

"You are the Busan Killer right? Why did you never tell me?" He said as he approached me, gun still in his hand.

"I'm not the Busan Killer! I don't know why you'd think that but I'm not," I stated.

He laughed, "You don't know why I'd think that? Why don't you think back to the night when you tried to kill me?"

I closed my eyes in dismay, "No, I didn't try to kill you!"

"Stop lying, Yerin. I know everything," he said and bent down to my face level.

I've had enough of his stupidity, "If I was really a killer why didn't I kill you when you abused me!?"

"You enjoyed it, didn't you? You enjoyed me hitting you, slapping you, and overpowering you."

"What? No have you gone crazy!?" I yelled at him with my horse voice, "I fucking hated it! I fucking hated you!" Did he actually think that I liked being abused? Has he always been this crazy?

"Yea, say what you want, but I know you best. I'm your boyfriend afterall."

My brows furrowed. "You are not my boyfriend anymore."

"We never broke up." He smiled as he drew his face up close to mine, and forced a repulsive kiss on my lips even thought I tried to dodge it.

I spat onto the ground and glared at him. "But don't you hate me now? I thought you believe I tried to kill you?"

"Yes, I do. But I love you so much I can overlook that. Don't you see, Yerin, I love you more than the guy you're using right now."

"Jimin? I'm not using him." I said.

He toyed with my hair. "You are using him, just like how you used me to satisfy your masochistic needs, and then discarded me when you got bored. I've seen through all your lies, Yerin."

My anger flared at all of Minjun's wildly inaccurate accusations. "No, I love Jimin. He never abused me like you did." Hwang Minjun has definitely gone mad. Even more so than when we were in a relationship.

"Jimin? So that's his name huh?" He backed away nodding. "You won't be seeing him anymore. The police will take care of him when he gets back to that apartment of yours, he'll be safe from your evil grasp."

My eyes widened. "How do you know about our apartment?"

"I followed you after you came to laugh at me when I was discharge," he answered, "and I found your little hiding place."

I groaned in frustration. How did he get all of it so wrong?

Minjun continued, "I was the one that tipped the police about that apartment. I told them that I remembered you trying to kill me."

My anger was though the roof when I heard that. How dare he falsely accuse me? How dare he ruin mine and Jimin's life!? How dare he put Jimin at risk!? "You fucking idiot! I didn't try to kill you! How could you remember me trying to kill you when that never even happened!?"

He suddenly pulled my hair which made me scream. He said harshly into my ear, "If you call me an idiot one more time, I'll fuck your pretty little face up. See then if you can seduce other men to use and kill then."

I kept my glare of hatred fixed to his face and said through my gritted teeth, "Jimin will fuck you up."

He pushed my head roughly to the side which almost tipped the chair and me over. "Stop mentioning him. I love you more than that pale-faced boy does!"

"You don't know him," I said darkly, "Jimin is the best thing that's happened to me. I love him."

"No you don't, why can't you see that you should love me? I love you the most in the world and I'm only doing you a favour allowing you to see that."

"You don't know what love is." I spat the words out with hate, "If you called tying me up and forcing me to kiss you love, then you're fucked up."

He chuckled, "And guessed who fucked me up? You!"

Tears spilled down my cheeks out of anger, despair...and fear. There was no predicting what Minju might. He already was not above hurting me when he was sane, now he's only worse. What was he planning to do to me? I didn't want to die. What if I never get to see Jimin again, and that kiss we shared was unknowingly our last kiss?

Minjun paced back to the bag on the table, and rummaged through it. What he held up next would have normally caused me to be embarrassed if not for my anger right now. He dangled one of my black underpants with his fingers. He crumbled it up and stuff his face into it, taking a good, long, sniff.

"Ah, I missed this," he whispered.

I looked at him with disgust. How did I ever fall for this obnoxious guy? I've never been the most successful in my love department - Minjun was my first ever boyfriend, discounting the not serious one I had when I was seven. When he kissed me for the first time I was so elated I thought I could never be happier in my life. Minjun was my first kiss, first time, first everything. The stupid little love-struck girl I was half a year ago would have done anything for him. And now look what we've come to.

I noticed that my phone was to the side on the table. If only I could just reached that...

"Nice laptop," he commented as he held up mine. He opened it and but couldn't use it because of the password lock. "Tell me the password."

"Why would you want to go on my laptop?" I avoided his question.

"Just tell me the fucking password," he grumbled. I reluctantly did so.

He typed it in and unlocked it. Then he starting scrolling through everything I had opened. "What is this? You do music?"

He turned the screen towards me to show me what he was looking at. It was the music sheet that Jimin sent me, with the tune that he composed on it. I happened to have left that opened when I last used my laptop.

"Yea, the music that Jimin and I were working on together," I purposefully emphasized 'Jimin and I' just to spite him.

"You are so feisty now. Why've you been hiding this side of you from me? I would have loved you even more." He glanced back at the screen. A mad grin surfaced on his face when an idea came to him. "Why don't you continue with it now?"

"What?"

"You haven't written the lyrics right?" he walked towards me with the laptop, "Do it now."

"What- why," I was completely baffled by his sudden and strange action, "Why would you want me to write a song now?"

"I'll send it to that Jimin of yours as a parting gift," he replied sickneinly, "you won't be seeing him anymore, you'll be living with me from now on." He went into a fit of guffaw abruptly, his madness showing even more. "Oh I've got so much planned for us two. We'll be living happily ever after!"

He snapped out of his strange trance and shoved the laptop onto my lap. He then untied only my hands just so that I can type. He leaned next to my ear from behind, "Don't you get any funny ideas with this. There's no internet so you wont be able to send anyone messages anyway."

I once again glared at him as he walked away, only to avert my gaze when he leaned on the wall and stared at me. Why would he just randomly want me to write a song? What should I write anyway, in this situation? In this situation...I'll write all my thoughts and feelings now. I might not see Jimin again, so if this is the last he'll ever hear of me, I want him to know how I feel.

I poured my heart out as I transferred the lyrics onto the musics sheet.

The song was titled: Save Me

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I want to breathe, I hate this night

I want to wake up, I hate this dream

I'm trapped inside of myself and I'm dead

Don't wanna be lonely

Just wanna be yours

Why is it so dark where you're not here

It's dangerous how wrecked I am

Save me because I can't get a grip on myself

Listen to my heartbeat

It calls you whenever it wants to

Because within this pitch black darkness

You are shining so brightly

Give me your hand save me save me

I need your love before I fall, fall

Give me your hand save me save me

I need your love before I fall, fall

Give me your hand save me save me

Give me your hand save me save me

Save me, save me

Today the moon shines brighter

on the blank spot in my memories

It swallowed me, this lunatic,

please save me tonight

(Please save me tonight,

please save me tonight)

Within this childish madness

you will save me tonight

I knew that your salvation

Is a part of my life

and the only helping hand that will embrase my pain

The best of me,

you're the only thing I have

Please raise your voice

so that I can laugh again

Play on

Listen to my heartbeat,

it calls you whenever it wants to

Because within this pitch black darkness,

you are shining so brightly

Give me your hand save me save me

I need your love before I fall, fall

Give me your hand save me save me

I need your love before I fall, fall

Give me your hand save me save me

Give me your hand save me save me

Thank you for letting me be me

For helping me fly

For giving me wings

For straightening me out

For waking me from being suffocated

For waking me from a dream which was all I was living in

When I think of you the sun comes out

So I gave my sadness to the dog

(Thank you. For being 'us')

Give me your hand save me save me

I need your love before I fall, fall

Give me your hand save me save me

I need your love before I fall, fall