I was sitting on the couch of the suite room, waiting for namjoon to come out of the bathroom.
He was taking quite a while, So I decided to get myself a drink. I walked to the fridge and pulled out some whisky.
Taking the bottle, I just started taking gulps feeling angry at him for taking so long. Wordlessly, I continued drinking.
I felt myself getting more drunk and I didnt bother. I wanted to find a way to get rid of all this irritation I was feeling.
" Baby when are you gonna come out? " I called out after finishing half of the bottle. I was quite tipsy by now but I continued drinking.
I got bored with it and grabbed a joint. Scoffing, I lit it up and took a few puffs but I ended up coughing.
" probably went down the wrong pipe " I laughed to myself and continued smoking it. Getting drunk may not have made me lose all control but getting drunk and high would definitely do it. At least that's what people thought. But I didnt give a shit.
" Namjoon are you okay in there? " I called out loudly, he was taking too long.
" Yeah, I'm fine. " He walked out, his eyes were completely red and he looked like he had cried a lot.
" What happened baby " I wrapped my arms around his waist, giving him a tight back hug. He didnt even touch my hands.
It was like he was disgusted at my touch. I didn't care since he was always like this. He turned around and looked into my eyes.
" Y/n why are you like this? " He asked, his voice cracked at the end as a tear slipped out of his eyes.
" What do you mean why I'm like this? " I asked taking the whisky bottle and passing it to him.
" You drank that much? " He asked. I laughed before picking up the joint I left on the table.
Smiling at him, I took a few more puffs and laughed, I was happy he was here and I wasn't lonely.
" A joint again? " He asked, I was annoyed at him but I didn't wanna show it.
I threw it aside and walked towards him slowly. He was shivering a little but no tears came out of his eyes.
" Are you scared of me? " I said taking my shirt off, it smelled too metallic and was soaked red with blood anyway.
" Why did you hurt her? " he asked. I shrugged my shoulders and pointed to him with my chin.
" That bitch wanted to steal you. I just broke her finger and she was a weak ass bitch. She's at the hospital anyway, who knew she was coagulopathic? " I laughed loudly.
I was left standing in a pair of black satin bra and matching shorts. I smirked before grabbing the bottle on the table and taking a gulp of the whisky.
" C-can I go see her? " he asked, his voice shaky and the fact that he cared about her made me angry.
Wordlessly I finished the bottle and threw it down, making the glass shatter into pieces.
" Why? " I said out loud. He looked surprised, I couldn't figure why but I tried to control myself.
" What do you mean why? " he asked me, I stood up and scoffed at him.
" Why do you want to see that slut? To prove to her that you love her back and I'm just a bitch? " I asked loudly.
" But I do love her. " he said, making me realize I didn't show him my love enough.
" Y-you're lying. I love you so much! Why would you want to be with that worthless bitch? " he was silent.
I continued without stopping. I walked towards him and held his wrist tightly.
" Is it because I didn't show you how much I loved you? " I asked, looking into his tired eyes.
Seeing that he gave no response, I pushed him and pinned him to the bed before I got on top of him.
" I love you namjoon," I said kissing his lips as I held both of his wrists tightly as I pinned them to the bed.
Smirking I kissed his neck as I unbuttoned his shirt while I managed to hold him down with my knees.
I laughed loudly as I tried to remove his belt. He somehow got out of my grip and tried to push me off, but I had already removed my bra and kissed his lips, pinning his hands to the bed again.
His eyes were red, making me feel weirded out as I stopped for a while but I continued, suddenly, I felt a palm on my cheek. I realized he slapped me.
I moved away and looked at him, he had tears coming out of his eyes. He buttoned his shirt and pulled his pants up as he sobbed.
" Y/N don't you realize you're hurting me? " his voice broke a little.
" My love is hurting you? " I asked, unable to take the truth.
" Yeah. " He said heaving, he was probably having trouble breathing.
" I'll only hurt you if you'll let me. Just go to her. " I said as I fell down to my knees, seeing his silhouette leave the hotel felt like I was ripping out my insides. But all I could do was just let him go.
