if two people were ever meant to be,

. . .

The past two weeks were my own version of hell. Every morning, it has become my habit to go straight in front of the mirror to check on my body, on my wounds. And everyday, I was disappointed. The number of bruises grew together with the number of nights I was asleep. He was organized. He kept a schedule.

Every night, before the clock would strike 12, he'd sneak into my room ready to perform his crime. I would close my eyes and pretend I'm asleep, forfeiting to this torture. He'd cover my mouth with a handkerchief, and I would pass out knowing what he would do next, and that I won't remember any of it at daybreak.

That one night he made me remember was the last time he abused me, that I was aware of. He greets me every morning with a voice like that of a siren that could drown a thousand ships, with a smile that could intimidate the warmth of the sun. But all of that didn't matter for he was a tamed cat with a wild lion inside. He's a demon with the face of an angel.

He would always prepare breakfast and ask me to eat with him but he locks me up on the chair, preventing me to escape.

He asked me again this morning, but the locks seemed to have slipped his mind. It was not the best time to panic, so I stayed calm.

"Why me?" I asked the only question that's been replaying on my mind ever since it all started.

"I like you," he replied.

"But I'm not dead."

"Had the same problem before." He made a slurping sound with the soup he prepared. After wiping his mouth, he replied, "But Lizzy was smart. She told me I could drug you, so you'll look as fine as a corpse. The temporary amnesia was a side effect, I'm sorry for that!"

Both of you are f.ucking psychos, I thought.

"Thank you for being my personal cadaver." He smiled.

"Why won't you let me dominate you this time?"

"What do you mean?" He was more intimidated than puzzled. I hope he lets me do it.

I stood from my chair, revealing to him I'm not locked up. But that didn't surprise him, however, what I did next caused a smile on his face.

"Hyeri..." he spoke softly.

I sat on his lap and buried my lips on his collarbone as I left a trail of kisses all the way to his jawline. I remember the day he taught me that, the way he wanted it to be done. He left out a lowly moan as I bit his jaw. His hands reached out on my thighs, crawling their way to my rear.

Fate was too kind to give me this moment. This was my only way to escape. I've lost my dignity. I've got nothing left, so what's more to lose? While his head tilted upwards in pleasure, I reached for the bottle of drug he might have forgotten lying on the table, and poured it down his throat.

"Wha — what the f—" He pushed me off of him and ran to the sink. I watched closely as he choked, his body slowly sagging down. I was anxious it wouldn't work out, but it did. He deserves it and I do not regret any part of it.

His delicate body dropped on the floor like the cadaver he described me to be. Funny how the roles have turned. I took the knife on the counter and walked over to him. If I do this, would it be enough to make him pay for what he did to me?

Tears escaped from my eyes, my body was hungry for revenge. I lifted the knife on air and used all my force to struck him down,

but I purposely missed.

Jungkook. The thought of him entered my mind.

"N—No, no, no." I woke back to my senses and searched for my phone.

"It must be— somewhere —here." Throwing all his things on the ground, I panicked as I was losing all hope of finding it. "Here!"

"Great! The battery's empty, F.uck!" My hands were uncontrollably shaking, I couldn't insert the charger properly. "Stop shaking! Come on, Jungkook, Jungkook."

While scrolling through the contact list, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Lizzy.

The atmosphere got more intense, I couldn't focus. If I let one second pass, I might end up dead.

"Kihyun! I'm here!" I heard Lizzy's voice. That b.itch.

And finally,

"Jungkook?!!"

"Hyeri, where the hell are you?!"

"Grand Tower, 18th flo—!" My phone was snatched by Lizzy and she threw it on the floor.

"You're really pissing me off!" Her eyes were not the same anymore. The girl I knew before was gone.

"What happened to you? I thought you were my best-friend!" I stayed low on the ground while she stood cocky in front of me.

"You don't deserve him!"

"You're like this because of him? Because of a boy?!!"

"He's not just A BOY. I love him, Hyeri! And it hurts seeing both of you happy while I only dream of him with me. I tried to forget him, believe me I did, but I. Just. Can't."

"But he was my boyfriend—"

"Yes, he was your boyfriend!" she cut me off. I pity her, was it my fault? She broke down while her hands pounded her chest. I couldn't imagine myself in her position. "He still loves you, and I don't understand why! Why does everyone love you?! Why is it never me?!"

Then I comprehended, she's jealous, and it somehow made me sad. She's my go-to person. She's my emergency contact. I trusted her. I loved her like a sister. All of it was gone, just because of a boy.

"I'm sorry..."

"Too late for that now, huh?" She scoffed.

She dragged me to the kitchen where Kihyun was. She sat on my stomach, her weight pinned me down on the floor. Her hands trembled as she slapped my face mercilessly. I wanted to scratch her skin off but she was too strong.

"You will suffer the same way I did. I will bury that lifeless body of yours and I won't stop until dirt fills up your mouth, until worms eat you up. I will make your death miserable, and I'll see you in hell." She picked up the knife and looked at me with burning rage in her eyes. It burned so bright, I was afraid I wouldn't make it out alive.

"Lizzy, I'm—"

"I don't care if you're sorry anymore, I don't want to hear it."

Jungkook's:

I have been searching for her for two weeks. Kihyun was not related to anyone, but I found something about him. It was intriguing to know that a man like him would work on twelve morgues in a year. He's been kicked out multiple times due to cases of rape, not with alive people, but with deadass corpses.

I knew he was hiding something. What if he does the same to Hyeri? I'm going to whack his face until he's no longer recognizable.

Finally, my phone rang.

"Hyeri, where the hell are you?!"

"Grand Tower, 18th flo—!" The call ended.

Grand Tower.
18th floor.

"Hold on, baby," I told myself as I turned the ignition of the car on.

The road seemed clear and smooth as if letting me save her. The sun's been considerate to shine, the weather was right.

"Where is Kihyun's unit?!" I asked the information desk. She clicked a few buttons on the computer and Goda.mmit, she's too slow!

"Couldn't you fu.cking type faster?! Lady, my girlfriend is dying!" I spat. She was startled at the sound of my voice.

"18th floor, Room 15."

I ran like my life depended on it. The elevator opened just in time.

"Get out of my way! Move the f.uck away people!"

The passengers murmured after I stuck myself inside, literally pushing them away. No one dared to join me, thank goodness.

Hyeri, I'm coming.

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🌻 note:

The next chapter's going to be the last. Thank you so much for reading this book. I deeply appreciate the votes and reads huhu. I'm sorry for ending it too soon, I'm working on another fanfiction and it's titled, Mad Hatter. I think I already mentioned that before lol.

Lately, it's been circulating around the fandom how BTS is eligible of getting a nomination in the Grammys. We have something new to look forward to, yay! I am so grateful for BTS and this fandom to be honest. I love you guys so much huhu