What have I done?! Fuck! Shit! But damn! Why does it feel so good seeing my bed with red stains. Stains of your blood. He said in his mind while staring at your unconcious figure. He caressed your cheeks and smirked. Why does it feel so good to hurt you? But damn, why am I also hurting? He brushed his hair using his free hand. He stared at the knife, now covered with your blood. He decided to call Jin to cure your wounds so that you will not lose too much blood and die.

I can't let you die. Not now. He said to the back of his mind.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said. The door opened and he saw the figure of Jin through the door, holding the things that he need for curing and cleaning you.

You'll clean his mess, again. Psh. He said to himself. Namjoon stood up and went to Jin.

"Take care of her. Call me when your done. I'll be downstairs," he said before leaving. Jin just nodded and looked back at your figure.

He sighed. Poor you. You don't deserve to be treated like this, Y/N, he thought. He sat down next to you on the bed and started cleaning all of your wounds in the arms and legs. Namjoon just made cuts to you and didn't stab you for he likes to hear you shout and make the 'shh' sound because of pain. He likes hearing your sobs as if it's music to his ears.

After curing and cleaning you, Jin called Namjoon to change your blood stained clothes. He would die if he's the one to change it. Knowing Namjoon for years, he wouldn't dare to disobey him.