Taekwoon had gone to take a walk and came home to find Hakyeon peacefully watching the television in their living room. He wanted to cuddle with him but was held back by his guilt. Taekwoon knew what he did to Hakyeon last night. Taekwoon knew the kind of person who becomes. Barely a person at all.  A monster truly.

The monster inside of didn’t wake until a few years back….

*Taekwoon POV*

A quiet day, towards the end of my last year of high school was the first time I had seen Hakyeon. It was during our free time between class periods. I was slowly climbing up the stairs, humming a sweet tune while on my way to my next class when I saw him. He was hurriedly stomping down the stairs, clutching his right hand which was bleeding profusely. Glass shards punctured the skin of his blood stained hand. He was groaning in pain and gasping for air.

A million questions went through my mind. So many things I wanted to ask him.

“Are you okay?”

“What the hell happened to you?”

Yet I stayed still and stared at his hand. It was disgusting.  I shuddered as he continued to hurry down the stairs leaving a trail of blood behind. I stood frozen in shock for a few moments then continued my day as normal.

But I wasn’t normal anymore.

I couldn’t get the image of him groaning and clutching his hand out of my mind.

My mind was enslaved to the task of constantly depicting his agony, replaying the scene over and over.  His whimpers constantly looped in my mind, haunting my being.  It was horrifying yet I couldn’t help but

Like it.

I liked the image of his blood soaked, almost mangled hand.

I liked the sounds he made when he could barely breathe because of the pain.

I liked the way he wobbled down the stairs, barely conscious because he was losing himself to the pain.

It was intriguing. Might I even say? Arousing.

However I might describe it, it awoke a part of me I didn’t know I had.

The next day I began to look for him. I passed him in the hall and found that the hand that had been injured was bandaged neatly. Even with the bandage covering the scars, I couldn’t help but stare.  It aroused me more than I’d like to admit.

Knowing that it was painful to him gave me an eerie yet enchanting feeling. I knew that his pain was a source of my pleasure. I needed his affliction to feed my new addiction.

I didn’t know his name but I knew he had to be mine.

So I began to hunt.

I learned everything about him. I slowly became closer and closer to him, gaining his trust.

Eventually I confessed my love to him and he returned the feeling. Soon after we graduated we moved in with each other, much to our parent’s dismay.

We were often intimate. We spent more time being intimate than not.

It was the only time; my real intentions could be fulfilled.

I would slap him, bite him, sometimes even burn him yet he was convinced that this was all part of my y rough side. There seem to be nothing malicious behind it, even when there were visible scars the next day.

Maybe it was because I didn’t always treat him like that. He knew that the next morning Taekwoon would be holding him gingerly, while at night Leo would be tearing him apart at every seam. Only when I had an urge would I act on my impulses.

And for a while this satisfied my needs but I soon grew greedy. I needed more.

I began to occasionally give him an extra hard slap during our sessions. Those slaps grew into punches. I would also pinch him. That morphed into me ripping skin in patches.  He would groan and hold me tightly while I left more and more hideous marks on his body. He never said a thing about the damage I would do to him. I was convinced that he was enjoying the pain as much as I was enjoying inflicting it.

*End Taekwoon POV*

Now it seemed like Leo was gaining more and more control over Taekwoon. Leo had now become a vicious animal resembling a wolf. Showing no remorse as he drew intricate cuts on Hakyeon’s face then wiping away the blood with his tongue. Mercilessly punching, kick and burning the defenseless while pleasuring himself to the image of Hakyeon cringing and whimpering like a beaten dog.

Leo was cruel and relentless.

Taekwoon was not.

Taekwoon fell in love with Hakyeon despite the initial malice behind their relationship. He genuinely valued Hakyeon. He showed his affection by lightly tracing the outlines of scars on Hakyeon’s face and body while they sat together on the couch. Taekwoon hated to see Hakyeon beaten and treated like trash yet Taekwoon had no way of controlling his other self.

“You know you’re the only one I have in the world right?” Taekwoon asked staring deeply into Hakyeon’s puffy eyes.

Hakyeon nodded slowly without breaking eye contact. Taekwoon never wanted to lose Hakyeon but he didn’t want him to stay either. He wanted to save Hakyeon. Save Hakyeon from Leo.

“The devil you saw last night isn’t me.  I promise you.  Please believe me, the person who stands in front of you now.”  Taekwoon pleaded with Hakyeon.

“It’s okay, Taekwoon I believe you.” Hakyeon whispered.

“Look, I’ll make it up to you. How about a nice dinner at a nice restaurant? ‘Taekwoon proposed.

“Sure, sounds fun.” Hakyeon nodded and took Taekwoon’s hand into his as they left their apartment.

They decided to eat at a secluded, underground restaurant with a few other people inside. The two spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other company sharing a few laughs and having some meaningless conversations. The atmosphere was light and they truly enjoyed themselves.

The sun had hidden by the time they left the restaurant and the air was cold. Taekwoon wrapped his long arms around Hakyeon’s frail body and drew him closer as they walked against the wind of the cold night.

When they arrived at their apartment, Taekwoon opened the door for Hakyeon and closed it lightly behind them.

Taekwoon knew that this kindness would not last. He could feel himself morphing. The need for Hakyeon’s pain began to impair his judgment. His was losing himself to Leo once again.

While Hakyeon went to change into something more comfortable Taekwoon stared at Hakyeon’s awkward limping, feeling slightly guilty about being the cause of his pain.

When Hakyeon returned, wearing a tight tank top that extenuated every curve in his shape and baggy sweatpants, Taekwoon gulped. Scars and bruises trailed up and down Hakyeon’s arms and neck and Taekwoon was quickly losing his fight against Leo.

Taekwoon swiftly walked over to Hakyeon and pushed him against the wall beside their bedroom door.

“Hakyeon…… …. I’m sorry …………….I just can’t control myself………..” Taekwoon whispered into Hakyeon ear before raising his hand and slapping Hakyeon harshly on his cheek.

I’m not a bad person, I love you………
 

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