so, i edited the last chapter. i kinda changed the song, i reread the story while listening to taeyeon's piano cover and i didn't get the feels so i changed it. anyhow, hello lovely! this one's for you. i hope you like this one —xoxo, nick

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it only takes one phone call to make me vulnerable.

"fuck you and go to fucking hell. i swear 'till i die, i won't ever let you touch even a single strand of jiho's hair. i'm going to find where the hell you are, make the person who released a prick like you, pay and bring you back on where you're supposed to be! mark my fucking words, bastard"

my blood was boiling, breathing ragged and all i could see was red. i was mad ‒ beyond maddened of what just happened and what that putrid son of a bitch did. it was midnight, when he called. it was an ungodly hour and here i am, gripping the phone with intense force, hoping that the crack i heard didn't come from it's screen. eyes trailing on jiho's whimpering state, i pulled her trembling form close to me as i buried her little frame on my chest, enclosing her like a porcelain that she is.

how dare he? how fucking dare he?!

eyes trailing on the trembling woman in my arms, my heart felt an undeniable pain. i almost pressed the end call button when the bastard said something that made me see fire right infront of my eyes.

"aren't you already fucking someone new? jiho's of no use to you anymore, give me what's supposed to be mine. she's my slut" fuck, what? what did he just say? hatred seeping through my veins almost immediately, i couldn't fight the urge to blow up as my anger was at the peak of erupting like a volcano.

"how dare you! how fucking dare you call my wife a slut! you don't have the right to call her names you, you ‒ fucktard jin! fucking kim seokjin!"

kim seokjin. just uttering his name was like a poison i always wanted to spit. a good for nothing, obsessed and possessive maniac who's crazy for jiho. it has been fucking eight years, eight years! why? just why can't he leave us alone, why can't he move on? he's done more than enough to scar jiho, done more than enough to wound her beyond healing. doesn't he have the heart?

doesn't he realize the pain he's put ji— cutting me on my bubble of thoughts, a mocking laugh echoed in my ears as it rang annoyingly, as if belittling what i was capable of. "i can do whatever i want, you can't do anything to stop me. jiho will be mine"

"fuck you—"

"nuh-uh, boy. no, thank you. i'd rather fuck jiho senseless until she can't walk— " what?! what nonsense is he spouting?!

anger at the peak of blowing up, i've had enough. "shut up, shut up, shut up! how dare you!" completely letting anger consume my system, i gently pushed jiho away from me as i paced to the door. rapid feet movement, i descended from the second floor, grabbing the knob of the great big door. i was almost and this ready to pounce on the man speaking to the phone. "fucking tell me where you are, you putrid son of a bitch! i'll fucking give what a twat like you—!!"

cutting through me, he had let out a sinister chuckle, "oh i can't wait to have her, i'm going to own jiho like the slut she is. gonna fuck her all day long until she can't walk, until she can't take it, until —"

"go to hell! fucking go to hell, bastard!"

an annoying snicker echoed in my ears, "very funny, look at the other bastard here. aren't you so greedy, jeon? you already have one pussy to fuck, isn't it enough? give me jiho, you don't need her anymore, right? you're just about to divorce her anyway, right? so, give jiho to me. give me the slu—"

"never"

"oh, ho ho ho ho, we've got a greedy dick here!" a laugh, a mocking laugh echoed in my ears before his voice shrilled against my hearing as it turned dark, oh so dark. "i'll get what i want, jeon. nothing, you hear me? nothing can stop me"

"shut—" crashing. even before i could finish my words, a loud crashing sound echoed in my ears, the booming loud noise came from upstairs — precisely at our room. no. no, jiho?! "jiho?!"

silence then a scream — that was it, that was enough to make my system feel the adrenaline rush. no, why? why did i leave jiho? panic running through my system, i scurried off into the staircase as the sounds of her whimpers became more and more clearer in my ears.

"jiho?!" hand almost breaking the door, the moment i opened the wooden frame, the first thing that i didn't expected was to be crushed into a desperate hug from jiho.

eyes drifting on the room, shattered pieces of glass spilled on the floor, countless of pictures was scattered on the carpet. pictures— pictures of jiho.

how?! ho— ragged breathing and body immediately pulling jiho closer, the images that the picture contained made my stomach churn.

"he's close, he's—" feminine voice breaking, she struggled to speak as her sobs started to cloud her lips.

the pictures were terrifying — it was all jiho. pictures of jiho at different angles, different places – work, cafe and fuck, even here at home?! fuck, there were also– how–my eyes must be just fooling me–but, no! i swear i'll kill him!—why?! why does he have a picture of jiho changing clothes?!

"jiho—" she was a mess, scared was an understatement as she gripped the fabric of my shirt. "he's here. he was here, he knew where we live, he's going to take me. he's going to—"

"the prince came out to play—"

a song? even before i could shush my shaken wife, my worried state was replaced with confusion, then anger. both of our ears were enveloped with a weird tune, something from the object that crashed on our window sounded so weird.

"—and he's here to give everything with all his might—"

a speaker. out in the far corner, a speaker sat on the floor, the object was a little bit broken but, the sound it emitted was loud and clear. "he came out to take his princess away—"

frozen on the spot, the voice that came from the speaker was clearly from him. "—away from the pompous warlock. now, the prince came out to take what's supposed to be his—"

what's the meaning of this? "—give the prince what's supposed to be his—"

there was a pause.

a pause before, the tone of the voice changed drastically in a deep, hoarse and dark one. "—or blood will gush out from your brain"

are you threatening me? — eyes trailing once more on the woman in my embrace, i felt her body trembling with even more tremor. "—the prince came out to play, give the princess back or you shall pay" a spark, after the threatening recording, there was a little spark that came from the speaker before it exploded on its own.

"fuck"

a ruffling noise, not realizing that the phone was still in my hands, "i'm warning you, jeon, give me what's supposed to be mine"

ticked and maddened beyond core, "never"

"the prince came out to play, gave him the princess or you shall pay"

"fuck you, over my dead body"

"you can run but you can never hide jiho away from me"

"watch me" a laugh, i've had enough of his sick games. "jeon, jeon, jeon" the man spoke like a sing-song before continuing, "don't even try me. i'll make sure to have jiho"

"go to h—" "isn't she so pretty trembling with so much fear in your arms? aaaah, i can't wait till i have her in my bed, i bet she'd be screaming my name in no time"

alarmed, that was enough of me to end the call before i cupped jiho's tear-stricken face delicately.

"get yeon, we're going to leave this house"

so, i did that. i'm so sorry

for making jin bad! ( ╥ω╥ )

um, the updates would be

quite slower cause i have

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—xoxo, nick ♥