The call boy ( The Red Phone Society)

Monster

Yongi pov/

the smell of liquor mixes with the smell of blood, I have punched the mirror cutting my hand, what I did ... the memories of the night when I let the monster that I carry inside take over me, the liquor   , the drug, the rage, everything mixed in a way that I could not control myself, the images of Jimin crying tied to the bed begging me to stop, his face in pain as he was forced to mine, the blows I gave him trying to  shut it up, when I see myself in the mirror I can only hate myself more, I take out a bag full of cocaine and spread it over one of the broken glass, inhale a little, as if I wanted to stop thinking, feeling, living, the half-started bottle of  liquor on the other side, the blood continues to run down my knuckles, I receive a call from the company informing me that entry is prohibited, she is the one who was my secretary, she kept my things in boxes to prevent them from being thrown away, Jungkook  he wants to kill me and deep down he would do me a favor if he did  do, I'm too cowardly  to shoot myself and end my misery

I've always been this way, always trying to damage everything, trying to punish the world for what they once did to me, only this time the one who paid the price was an innocent creature, maybe the only truly pure thing I've ever had among my  hands, how could I hurt him like this, how could I forcefully make him mine, only a demon like me would do something like this to someone like him

I have never deserved the love of anyone, I take the bottle  and get drunk, letting the memories of that night spin like a spiral in my mind, they are confused with that other night when I was only 17 years old and one of my father's enemies  kidnapped me , tied me to a bed and allowed the other man  to rape me, tears run down my cheeks when I remember the smell of that disgusting man, he turned me into what I am, a soulless, heartless, lonely, sick monster.

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Tae pov:

I'm in my room crying when I see the photo we took Jimin, hope and I, in it we are smiling and happy, Jimin with the sweetness in his eyes, I feel a pain in my chest when I remember how Jimin's face looked full of bruises and blows, his lost gaze full of tears, and all at the hands of the man I love; loving yongi was never my plan, the first time I arrived at that motel to serve him it was all very dark, he was drinking with dark jeans and a naked torso, I could see his pale skin under the dim light of a lamp; He looked at me like a hungry lion, he got up and put his hands around my neck holding me tightly, then He passed his tongue over my lips and I could taste the whiskey in him, his deep eyes ran over me from top to bottom while his hands they walked through my body, My body shook, without realizing it he was kissing me and undressing my figure, he covered my neck with bruises with his lips, that night he made me his without suspecting that I would no longer want to be anyone else's, every time it was the same, as we did the bed with debauchery and lust, and then he just got up and left some bills on the table, he knew he couldn't get tips in cash, but he did it, maybe to remind me what I was to him, one more fucking, a prostitute hired.

He was always rude to me, his fetish for dominating me, for having control I ended up bending me and I surrendered to him, whatever it was to feel his mine even for a few hours, the pain became part of our encounters, he cannot separate the pleasure of pain, his twisted mind has let the drugs and liquor be his partners , it is his way to escape his truth, and I have seen his demons but even so I have wanted to live his hell, and now I hate myself for loving him knowing He hurt a friend, mi lovely Jimin

Despite everything I feel the urgency to know about him, I take my coat and go out to the street, to call his private number, I am not supposed to do it, we are not supposed to contact our clients, but yongi has never followed rules And from our second service he gave me his number and He take mine, I dial the numbers while my heart races, rings 3 times and answers, his voice lets me know that he is drunk, and possibly drugged

- what do you want, today I don't want your favors

sir, i just wanted to know if i was okay ... i found out..

- I lost control, you know how I get when I lose control, sorry for your friend

Sir, you hurt him too much, why did you go with him if you have me, you know that you can hurt me, you know that with me you can vent your anger, your lust, your frustration, you did not need Him

- I don't want to talk anymore, don't call me

hang up the call and I can only cry in the middle of the street, I would like to rip my heart out of my chest to stop loving him, he is a monster in the eyes of everyone, but it is that monster that I love