nala lay there naked and cold, her once smooth brown skin was now covered in purple and black bruises, her curly hair sprawled out in a fan around her head. she lays in the same position that he left her in.
too tired to move.
she never thought namjoon would use such force on her.
she just wanted to go home, she wishes this never would have happened.
if only she never knew.
if only she wasn't such a screw up.
if only jeongguk didn't come to arrest namjoon that day, she would've never known.
if only she could just......
forget.
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e c l i p s e | jjk
Fanfiction"once they get a taste of blood they never forget it" "they lose themselves to the mental high and sexual rush." "human blood is just like a narcotic to them" inspired by the manga / anime: devil's line
