Like His Dead Husband | Namkook

Chapter Thirty Two - kitchen playtime

Namjoon pov

I was in the kitchen silently cutting the veggies for dinner with thoughts of hoseok in my mind.

How would his life be right now if he didn't try to save me if we weren't friends from the beginning? Would he be better off now with a happy life? Without the dark clouds, I rained on him. Would anything change?

I was so deep in my thoughts I forgot I was cutting the veggies till I accidentally cut myself.

I winced and quickly washed off the blood before drying my hands off with a towel.

I went back to cutting the veggies so I could make dinner faster when I felt a pair of hands slide up my shirt causing me to shiver but not turn around knowing full well who it was

I went back to what I was doing trying to ignore the pain in my finger and his hands on me but froze when he kissed my neck.

My eyes widened when he pressed against my back and I felt how hard he was

Oh no, please not now

I felt one of his hands move down to my waist, pushing me more against him as he grinds on me

I bite my lip hard trying to stop any sound from coming out of my mouth so as not to give him any satisfaction

I felt my heart sink to my feet when he pushed everything off the counter and bent me over it. I started panicking when he pulled down my shorts leaving me open and bare to him

I can't let this happen so easily, I have to do something

I managed to push away from his hold and pulled my shorts back on as I slowly took steps back, breathing hard and shaking in fear

"Have you suddenly lost your mind?"

"P-please keep your hands off of me, I don't want this!" I screamed in fear but immediately regretted it. Did I just talk back and worse scream at him?

His eyes darkened as he started walking towards me

I move back further with every step he takes but lost my sudden confidence when my back hits the wall

I started shaking in fear as he got closer to me. I grip tightly on my shirt, with each step he takes closer I feel my soul leaving my body

"I-i'm sorr- ah!" I yelp out when he slapped me across the face hard, bringing more tears to my eyes but I didn't dare shed it

I winced when he roughly grabbed me by my hair to look at him but only to get smacked across the face again

I cried out and fell to my knees cause this was harsher than the last. He grabs onto my hair again tighter than the last and raise my head up to look at him

I begged for any kind of mercy with my eyes but that didn't seem to have an effect on him

"You seem to be growing horns if you think you can talk to me like that!"

"I-I'm sorry pleas-" I tried begging but got smacked again across the face causing my cries to turn to sobs

"Did I tell you, you could speak huh!?" He yelled in my face causing me to shake my head but cried out with his grip tighter and I could feel his nails digging into my head

He pulled me up to my feet and dragged me across the kitchen. I held his hand on my hair trying to free his hold but it only made it worse

He bends me over the counter and pushes my head down before pulling down my shorts again

Before I could say anything to protest or reason with him about the fact that we were in the kitchen, he entered me hard making me cry out in agony

I feel pain overcoming my body as he keeps banging inside me without mercy. He suddenly grabbed my neck and started choking me

I opened my mouth for any source of air but nothing. My vision started getting fuzzy and no matter how much I tried I couldn't make out a single word

Black dots cloud my vision as I slowly lose conscious

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