RM's Forbidden Yearning

Chapter 7 : Fragile Hope

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As I stared at my half-finished meal, the door creaked open, and Namjoon stepped back into the room. He frowned when he saw that I had stopped eating. Without a word, he walked over to me, his presence heavy and intimidating.

“You need to keep your strength up,” he said, his voice low and menacing as he picked up the fork and placed it in my hand, forcing me to continue eating. I hesitated for a moment, but the cold look in his eyes made it clear that there was no room for defiance.

I looked around, trying to take in my new surroundings as I ate. The windows were slightly ajar, allowing a faint breeze to drift in. But there was something else. A small, delicate vase on the table, filled with a single, exquisite rose.

It was a tiny, fragile thing, but a reminder that beauty still existed, even in this dark place. And for that, I was grateful.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon’s expression didn’t change, but I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. “You’re welcome,” he said, his voice a little softer than before.

It was a small mercy, but it was something. And in this dark, twisted world, I would take any small mercy I could get.

I looked at the rose again, feeling a sense of hope that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of this place. Maybe Namjoon wasn’t as monstrous as I thought.

But as I looked up at him, I saw the same cold, calculating gaze that I had seen before. And I knew that I couldn’t let my guard down. Not yet.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, my voice a little stronger now.

Namjoon smiled, a small, cruel smile. “Oh, I think you know,” he said. “I want you. Body and soul.”

I shuddered at the thought, feeling a chill run down my spine. I was trapped, caught in a web of darkness and desire. And I didn’t know how to escape.

“You’re a monster,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon laughed, a low, menacing sound. “Maybe,” he said. “But I’m a monster who can give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. “No,” I said. “You can’t give me anything. Because I don’t want anything from you.”

Namjoon’s expression changed, his eyes flashing with anger. “We’ll see about that,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.

And with that, he turned and left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. And the rose. A small mercy, but a reminder that even in the darkest places, there is always hope.

I looked at the rose, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I would find a way out of this place, no matter what it took. I would escape.

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