"Namjoon, what are you doing?"

That toxic voice spoke again. 

Both boys turned to stare at her. Her arms were already around Namjoon's neck, a lazy smile crossing her face as she stared at Jin. She winked at the brown haired man, as it was not in Namjoon's peripheral vision, and then stroked Namjoon's hair affectionately. She then shushed, "He's mine."

"Hey babe." Namjoon couldn't see, but she was only wearing a bra on and undies. Jin stared, seeing the nice body she had, but he felt nothing for her. He didn't care if she was a slut or not, it just didn't turn him on. He wasn't sure what she was aiming for, because he didn't like Namjoon and he didn't like Hyeon in anyway romantic. What was she doing?

" 'Sex was great. Next time should be later tonight." She purred, kissing his cheek. Namjoon turned and kissed her back, but pulled away with a sigh.

"Not right now. We have a guest over that I need to talk with." Namjoon stood up and noticed her attire, not exactly phased, either. "You should get dressed."

She shrugged, sliding back in the bedroom. "I'll make you sleep with me if you don't come in the room tonight, Namjoon."

Jin slowly turned his eyes to Namjoon. His confidence looked ruined, all because of this woman. Although he still felt awfully tingly, Jin rushed upwards to stand. Suddenly a rush of blood waved through his head and he closed his eyes for a minute, waiting it out. "You know..." He started, feeling better. "What she's doing is r—"

"Don't say anything. She's my girlfriend, she loves me." Namjoon rubbed his head, but to Jin, it sounded like Namjoon was just trying to convince himself. "You wouldn't know what love means." Jin didn't know what to say to comfort him – he didn't even know why he had a strong urge to do it.

And right now, he's showing Jin his most vulnerable side... Jin stood up and walked into the kitchen, which was connected to the living room, so Namjoon was still in his peripheral vision. He started playing with the nearest cabinet he could find, slyly opening the shelf. Jin grabbed an object, staring at the beautiful silver it shone. One quick slip with this... Slowly, Jin turned around and stared at the defenceless Officer.

Taking one step, two steps, three steps forward, Jin slowly got closer until he was spotted by Namjoon. "Ji-Jin, what are you doing?"

Jin's eyes were engulfed with an unknown expression, sending a nauseating chill up Namjoon's spine. Jin could see the fear in his eyes as he kept walking closer and closer, the knife drawing closer and closer to the stomach. "W-Wait, Jin, don't do this!" Namjoon begged, but Jin wouldn't listen.

Jin instantly sunk the knife into his belly, a little surpriesd Namjoon didn't put up a fight. The Officer choked, his mouth agape, staring into Jin's eyes, which showed no sentiment toward the man. He pulled out the knife, and sunk it back in again. He could feel how easily it cut through his skin and organs, yet it felt neither satisfactory or awful. Jin pulled out, stabbing back in again. 

Namjoon was breathless, only able to make grunting and gurgling noises as blood slowly rose in his lungs, his throat, and finally out of his mouth. That electric feeling he had for Namjoon wasn't anything more than the urge to murder him. That had to be what it was. Namjoon's hand fell from Jin's shoulder, as he did not need any more support to stand up. Jin watched him fall.

He lifted the knife, gawking at the reflection of which it held. It was a monster. No, nothing with sharp teeth. No black eyes. No rotting skin. It was a monster dressed in human clothing. The mask of this monster was stunning, too beautiful to think twice about accusing it of murder. But underneath, it was gruesome and ugly.

This monster was none other than me.

Jin opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a white wall. No... A ceiling. He moved his fingers dazedly, feeling a soft texture under them. He assumed he was somehow on a bed... What happened? After letting his body return to a less stomach-turning state, he slowly moved his eyes to the right. At first he felt a jolt of pain run through his skull. He was gritting his teeth to hide it, and ignored the pain coursing through. There was really nothing to stare at but a wall, so he turned to the left. The first thing he noticed was that the door was open.

"You awake yet?"

Jin looked down where the end of his bed was. Namjoon was there, watching over him with worry plastered on his face. He felt a strange sensation of warmth... But Jin kept his mouth shut, unsure if he should say anything. Lifting his elbows higher on the mattress, the brown haired boy tried pulling himself up into a sitting position. But a soft hand gently pushed him back down. Jin wasn't sure if he liked that sensation or not.

"Don't get up so quickly, just let yourself lay down a little longer." Jin obeyed, however uncertain of what to think at this point. Everything Namjoon did to Jin so far was nice. He was so used to being treated as an outsider, as somebody nobody liked, or like he was born completely evil and apparently Jin 'never understood', so it was okay to act inappropriate to him.

He heard Namjoon let out his infamous sigh, running a hand through his hair. Mmm... He must be very stressed and tired. No thanks to that snake in the other room. "What happened?" Jin's soft voice carried out in the area, causing Namjoon to look up with an audible gasp.

"You were trying to cheer me up and then you suddenly fainted... I was scared as hell you had hurt somewhere because it sounded like you really hit your head hard." He was right; it hurt. Jin closed his eyes, just for a moment, to pull away the pain from his head.

"What time is it?" He looked back down to Namjoon.

"It's been only..." He checked his phone, "About fifteen minutes. Kind of feels longer, doesn't it." It sounded like it was more of a rhetorical question, so Jin didn't answer.

"My family... They were not like this." Jin stared at the ceiling. "My room was similar to this." He paused, remembering it like it was yesterday. "It was always so dark. I used to be scared of it, but then I numbed myself." He blinked a few times. He knew he couldn't sleep without a source of light in the room now. "But I guess people can't feel numb forever."

Jin didn't feel awkward, probably because he didn't know that Namjoon was not cooperating with what he had said. "You're not making up your family, are you?" Jin looked down at the man, seeing a little bit of doubt in his eyes.

"Do I have anything to gain from telling lies with a cop who is letting me in his house?"

"Uh... I guess not. Y-You just never know – there are some fucked up people in the world." Namjoon rubbed his neck and the air became thick with awkwardness again. "It says your mom's death was an accidental fall. If your family is true, why would they hide the fact that she killed herself?"

"Ah... They never really liked her, either. They wouldn't want to stain the family name with something as pitiful as suicide," Jin knew he probably sounded like he was some emo child to a normal human being, but he was just being honest.

"Hey... Once again, sorry."

"About what, Officer?"

"I shouldn't use tiredness as an excuse... I'm sorry I left you in the dark for over a week. And for whatever you lived through, if it's real. I promise you aren't going to live like that again, a-as long as... You're here."

His bottom lip was bit onto his teeth, furrowing his brows mentally as he stared at the cop. Jin had no idea why Namjoon was so sorry about this because he thought everyone took things for granted around Jin... And he had no idea what he thought about it. Whatever he was feeling was once again something foreign to him and it scared him. "... Thank you." The word sounded alien on his tongue, because this time he really... kind of meant it.

"But... You know, that's a crime right? Where is your family? I should at least report them..."

"Don't. They aren't alive anymore." Jin said, staring back at the ceiling.

"What happened to them?"

Jin went silent.

"They are part of a famous slaughter story."

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Jin slept soundlessly thanks to the light next to his bed. When he finally woke up, he rubbed his eyes and hopped off, walking to the door. He didn't think much of it being closed, since Namjoon had told him that when he would go off to work, he would unlock it but keep it closed for him. Nonetheless, he twisted it and it failed to budge.

Jin blinked slowly, trying to push the tiredness away so he could process what was happening. He tried it again, but it still wouldn't go... He knew himself better than anyone, and he knew he was terrified of being locked in a small space.

It was different from when Namjoon locked him in during the night; he was safe because of the light and he knew that Namjoon wouldn't keep him in there against his will. And he knew that Namjoon was most likely already at work right now.

So... Who locked him in?

His breath shook, however he still tried to remain calm. He slowly gripped at his pyjama shirt to hide the fact they were trembling a little. Then he heard footsteps on the other side of the door. Jin was relieved that somebody would get him out. He grabbed the handle, ready to open it as soon as heh heard the lock click. And then he heard a wrinkle of paper on the ground. He looked down, staring at a letter that was slid through the bottom of the door into his room.

Jin crouched down to read it.

♥ Fucking pig. You're going to stay in there like the filthy animal you are for as long as I want. Tell Namjoon this and I'll tell him you tried assaulting me~ Who will he believe? We both know it's me! ♥

This woman was getting on his nerves. Who was Hyeon calling a pig? A filthy animal? He was going to kill her. That's what he thought, though he was now shaking like a little dog when a storm hit. Jin dreaded the thought of being locked in a room. He couldn't get out. he could never get out. And no matter how hard he tried thinking he could, Jin knew he couldn't get out of this one; he couldn't think straight enough to try anything.

With so much going on in his head, Jin slouched down to the ground and curled in a ball. Did he deserve this? It was a possibility... But what about her? He was going to exact revenge on her some day. She was being venomous, even worse than Jin.

Namjoon, please come home soon.

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i think we can say we all hate hyeon 

;] <3