𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: LOVE TRIANGLE INVOLVING EXO KAI, THE READER AND X-EXO KAI. ANGST, DARK AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER. MENTIONS OF MORBID FASCINATIONS WITH TORTURE AND DEATH. SADISTIC BEHAVIOUR (SEXUALLY), GAS LIGHTING, MANIPULATION. MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING: FLASHBACKS, PTSD. MENTAL CONCEPTS: PSYCHOLOGICAL ELEMENTS AFFECTING THE READER AND MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES. SMUT: MASTURBATION, ROUGH SEX: IMPREGNATION KINK, CREAMPIE, MARKING, BDSM: OVERSTIMULATION, GUN PLAY, KNIFE PLAY, BLOOD, ELECTRIC PLAY. WATERBOARDING, MURDER AND SUICIDE. THIS IS THE WARNINGS FOR THE WHOLE STORY.
VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
“You know I recently purchased a gun. And...when you’re not here, I sometimes play with it. Placing it on that coral, marble table I've got back at my place; you know, the one you once fucked me on. Giving it a whirl I stand there watching how the heavy cold, metal spins. My mind equalling spiralling into this euphoric...insanity."
The stars seem to be encapsulated within your eyes as they twinkle brightly, shining as if you've been hit with some sort of cosmic asteroid. The joy radiating from your voice as you continue to explain your story, "My breath hitches and I can't help but squeal with glee when it stops in front of me. The muzzle pointed at my torso as I pick it up and hold it against my temple.”
Shuddering your body reacts to your words, acting as if the gun is right there placed against your head. The coldness that radiates from the feeling causes goosebumps to litter your skin, sending shivers down your spine. The impact was so strong you were able to reminiscent the feel even when it physically wasn't there and it always made you feel weak in the knees.
“Click, click, click the trigger never sets off,” You explain, the visible concern is evident on your face as you watch his expression remain the same, unimpressed. Silently he's staring you down, his eyes are dark and bitter, he doesn’t seem too amused in comparison to yourself.
Pausing you take a moment to lean forward, balancing your head atop one arm as you give him a bright smile, “...And the best part? The holster has only a single bullet loaded inside the cartridge with my name all over it.”
"You're sick," He scoffs, practically spitting his words at you. The cluster of words that flutter past his lips is laced with a mixture of disapproval, disgust and anger.
You run silent, leaning back into your chair as your smile falters. The look in your eyes is cold, you aren't satisfied with his response. In fact, it's the complete opposite of what you had expected. But you were a fool to think he'd praise you. Rolling your eyes you stare at his reflection that gleams on the surface of the glass table.
"The other Jongin wouldn't say that," You taunt him, muttering under your breath. However, you're correct with what you say. The other Jongin would love you for this, he'd help you with your self-destruction and above that, love you for it. However to the first Jongin, the one who was seated in front of you that is. This all seemed twisted and sick-minded, your morbid fascination with death doing nothing but causing him to go red. Burning with anger, as he fails to hold in his temper.
Slamming his fist onto the table you watch as the glass spider webs slightly, the surface is cracked. His reflection shattering, a perfect representation of how he felt inside. Looking upwards you meet his bitter, infuriated gaze. He's gritting his teeth, the tip of his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he stares you down like an animal, "You did not, just say that."
"Oh but I did," You reply, shrugging off his anger as if it's nothing, "And I will keep saying it unless you decide to love me for who I am or else I'll go running to him." With that, you stand upwards. Abruptly leaving him behind, as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration.
Jongin was losing you and to no one else, but the physical embodiment of his inner demons.
