BLACKPINK X BTS "COMPLICATED LOVE" XJ'S
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These are dim lights, footstep echoes and heavy door closures that signal to you bad things will happen. Once, it'll be a good thing. But now, months later, its value had been reduced to less than zero.   Footsteps grow closer and suddenly the SHawks hand digs into your shoulder, massages it, and you feel the feathers on the back of your neck pile up. Please leave. Please stop.   Your chair is insulated between the synthesizer and the instrument stand - this is an impractical location for what it wants, especially when there is a sofa, there is a floor and if you can stand properly, it is a very difficult place to sit, there will be a wall. However, knowing exactly what he put into the water he gave you, it is unlikely that you will be successfully beaten on the wall without dead weight and collapsing.   "You have to look a little more alive when my friends are here, baby," she said, clutching firmly on the shoulder. "They might try to ruin what we have if you don't step up."   You suppress the urge to slip from the chair and lie on the floor. Sitting up straight is a very hard task.   "How, how can I look alive when you're drugging me, keep drugging me?" You ask, hoping those words make sense. Sometimes they don't do it and sometimes when they do he just laughs and pretends not to do it.   She laughs.   "Oh baby."   You try to ignore the way he moves to the front of the chair now, stroking your cheeks gently as he quickly changes the subject and starts talking about his next album. Instead, you focus on the electric guitar with the strings broken, thrown to the side. You remember when it didn't break but not because of the break of the rope itself, and you can make a pretty good guess as to why it happened. Seeing that makes you miss the presence of the other band members (SHawks pretend that you two have a normal relationship when they exist. It feels very deceivingly deceptive and very close to being able to escape but a hundred times better than being alone with her).   "Relange ..."   "Mhmm?"   "Can we go home?"   He grinned and you knew that you wouldn't be coming home anytime soon.   "Go home? Why do you think we stay? "   "So you can sedate me without anyone noticing and making sure - make sure - I'm not trying to escape when I get out to the car?"   "No-o-o," he replied, looking a little upset at your attitude. Good. "We're gonna fuck in the studio. Isn't that hot? "   "With anyone but you"

He slaps your mouth and suddenly he looks sharper. More uncontrollable, eyes narrowed and mouth bulged. Funny how fast he changes. You won't feel much if she tries to hurt you right now, but you know that bruising will hurt if she decides to lock her house again. And maybe he won't let you get more pills. And you become restless and desperate. And you will feel it all scratching you from all directions. And it's gonna hurt.

"Stop being rude. When I took my hand, apologize. Okay?"   You give a weak nod but you don't raise your head anymore. He slid his hand down to lift your chin.   "Sorry."   "Did you take it back?"   "Yes." Yeah."