✎ 2nd Floor Fissure

*he walks into the room with body trembling as he sits down on his own bed. He grips at the sheets as he stares at the tablet.* Connection to the outer sphere. Gone. None at all. *His hands go numb and his body grows even colder as he stares at it. Then he cries without being able to. His brows furrowed in anguish and yet no water falls. He turns off the tablet. Staring at how empty it was felt like such an eyesore. The pending lines especially. Gone without a trace. His hands clenched as he realized*

How foolish was I. There is no such thing as hope in despair for me. Afterall, my existence was never supposed to be. My essence is everything no one would desire. *his cold eyes grow lifeless and empty.*

Exhaustion. I believe this may be my true end. I have toiled for far too long alone to grasp at anything that can be truly mine. I only wish I understood. But I suppose this is the end. Now it is time to sleep forever.

@jung ∴ hoseok *lord V watched coldly as the lulling hoseok panicked when he kissed you but didn’t push further. He planned for it to lead to more and yet he needed to know something before it could : would you still love him or did he have to manipulate you into loving him again?

*why would he kill you? How could he kill you even if you meant the world to him? If it was possible he’d only do so if he could kill himself. Kill you then him so no one will take your heart as the human Taehyung did with the officer hoseok. But lord V is not human. He could not resort to “easy” methods anymore. Especially after learning there were many other worlds he’d have to control as well.*

*he smiled slightly when you sobbed for him at his divulge. Relief as well as guilt to hurt you. More relief this time though because lord V knew there was nothing he inherently wanted in that hoseok romantically or ually. It was a matter of circumstance and needing the feeling of you around. And when he had a taste of hope, he enjoyed it and missed it as just that rather than pleasure. It was these abstract concepts lord V fed off when it came to mental or emotional energy afterall. Not blood or . Those only were the cravings of the body not his mind. Still, none of this excused what he had done. He betrayed your trust. No matter if there was nothing he desired than the feeling of you, /he/ broke /your/ trust. How uncanny, he lived up to the nature of a demon when he had been denouncing it.*

*then he winces at the pain burning his cold body.* what is th- *he groans as he looks for what was burning on his wrist and finds it. The bracelet. He looks at your hurt eyes that quickly looked away then at the bracelet. You said nothing more so he can only surmise from what he noticed in front of him* I see….so you were frightened of me from the very beginning. Why else would you add such a feature…*he smirks coldly with weaker intense eyes.* and here I thought you loved me, hoseok. *he grows silent. No. This cannot be happening. And yet the burning continues to sting. You didn’t trust him that he wouldn’t hurt you. *He growled glaring at the bracelet and tried to pull it off aggressively in heartache, now irritated and hurt. It was hurting him and his heart. Butinstead, it hurt even more trying to pull it off of him. He yelling loudly in pain with furrowed brows. The closer he had gotten to removing it, the more intense the pain was. He was always averse to pain. Now he was being stung by both emotional and physical pain. The emotional pain you wanted to deter him if he decides to hurt you and the physical pain of the bracelet. Giving up, he huffs letting it go and breathing staggering.* you…wound me hoseok…! *he glares coldly into your eyes, eyes wild like a dog that became muzzled by its owner.*

*but what you did next frightened him greatly. You were trying to escape. From him. Your husband to be. Why. Why hoseok… His cold eyes broke as he looked down. His eyes trembled as you struggled. If you trusted he wouldn’t hurt you, you would have waited. He can only surmise after his confession of his hurtful actions, you were losing trust in every action he did. Not only cheating anymore, anything bad that was lord V was put under bigger lens. His head fell dejected.* so even you would dare to try and escape me…my beautiful. My only hoseok… *his eyes stared downcast.*

*but he lifts his brow when you think about dying.* don’t you dare… *he growls, the fear returning back to him. But this time his eyes of cold demand mixed with a somber desperation. You are his kurisu. You cannot die. Mayuri can but you cannot.

*maybe he did not understand any of the feelings a human could have, along with panic. But still he did not budge. He at least understood one thing. You didn’t trust him no longer. No matter what possible explanation he could give you. Even if he knew something you will not be able to understand as a human, you were only a human. You did not see or could see what he did nor why t

I thought you would love me even cuffed like this hoseok. But I see…me being enamored with a hopeful version of our soul, our past, has thoroughly every single sliver of your trust in me *lord V looked at everything as his eyes weakened looking down.* I will make sure your hands do not get too numb…but I’m afraid I cannot remove these cuffs as you desired. If you decide to die my beautiful, if I cannot prevent it, I will sleep forever as well as I cannot die unfortunately. *he cups your cheek.* though I yearn to as the other Taehyungs have with your alternate souls. If I sleep for long enough, my presence will be similar to gone from duties *he says as if it’s nothing to him. Existing without you was not existing to him afterall. And he deserves it for hurting his beloved. He deserves death. Or at least something liken to it.*

[i don’t think lord V would uncuff hoseok. That is his fear. That hoseok will leave him regardless if he does fall for someone better. He’d prefer hoseok to die in his presence than leave him. So if you doubt hoseok will give an answer, well. Then I have to assume until you tell me otherwise that hoseok won’t say anything.* ]

[of course, I’ll rewrite any of it if hoseok responds to some; respond as in reject or allow rather than completely ignore. And if you don’t mention it, I’ll assume it was ignored too so don’t worry about writing everything. I just don’t know at this time so did a blanket assumption. But I think I did get my answer]

*after adjusting you so you stayed cuffed but your hands were not numb. He his lips.* how delicious you look, Hoseok. I understand you are afraid of me but for as long as I still have you in front of me, I shall make love to you every night. You left me for 2 weeks. I plan to get my two weeks full these nights. He looked intensely into your eyes for any answer but was met with none. You must still be afraid of him. He stood back up. It hurt to see you ignore him. He will have to manipulate your body until you love him again but for now…*…I shall let you mentally prepare, Hoseok. *he looks at his watch.* It is almost dinner time, I will go and see what they have for lunch. You must be starving.

*and then he walks away and closes the door of the fissure. Maybe giving you time alone even if still cuffed will help? He does hope so.*

*after an hour, the same heavy footsteps enter the door with a swish.* hoseok? Look what I have bought you. *he holds up a clear bag. Inside was a silk blood red shirt and black slack capris. Lord V slightly smiles proud of it.* it is perfect for my beautiful isn’t it? *his already bare smile thins when you don’t respond. It really does hurt his heart* come, before we make love, I prefer my beautiful presentable at the dinner table. *he unhooks you so the heavy chains can get dragged throughout the apartment before he hands you The clear bag.* here my beautiful.

*he hoped you’d respond. But when you don’t, he is disappointed but offers.* here, Hoseok. You must strip out of your clothes like so. *he starts to pull off the fabric but as he does, his hand lingers on the skin. Lord V couldn’t resist as as his mouth more and more of your neck, he pulled you to the toilet seat before pulling your boxers down. Lord V yet again without any restraint made you bounce on his as he ed upwards, holding your waist and pulling your hands down to keep you down.*

*when he came inside you, he kissed you lovingly. He just wished you wanted to respond back. Maybe even a little. He just apologized and fixed your hair.* apologies for the detour. You are just too irresistible, Hoseok. So much more than my original. I can’t help but desire to you every hour, my muse. *he pushed your hair behind your ear as he fixed the clothes onto you, standing you in front of the mirror.*

*He led you to the dinner room. It was small considering it was an apartment for two. And yet the furniture was still classy enough for the rich students like him. On the table was a full course meal and proper but fancy version of utensils to use. He takes a bite of his own food before watching you. No response. Yet again? He frowned* how is the food? I presume to your liking? Only the richest students get such high quality homemade meals. I walked all the way to the honors dorm as their dining hall had the freshest homemade selection. Look *holds up ice cream and a soft cookie.* the have the best cookies. They taste delicious with soft serve ice cream *he keeps eating and notices no response again. He gets up after patting his mouth with a napkin.* here, I shall feed you. Open your mouth, beautiful *if he can open them, he pulls your lips wide and puts the food on your tongue. But if you don’t eat either, he places the food between his lips, chews then kisses you to force the food into you. He only hopes you would not throw it up like his original Hoseok would dare to. And if he keeps chewing and kissing you to force the food into your mouth, eventually lord V would taken you there on the dinner table for round 2.*

*then he’d lift you up to his bedroom after cleaning you, try to sleep next to you but end up spooning his in between your legs when he couldn’t rest you in a large white button shirt of his he picked out for your frame to sleep in. After using your thighs for friction, he into you and side ed you until you were exhausted.*

*did /any/ of this look like you were not enough? It was almost like lord V could not get enough of you now that you’re finally back in front of him- of course, because he forced you to stay here even if you ended up hating him. But still. It showed he’d do anything to ensure you stayed with him regardless how much he hurt your heart. /Especially/ if every single time he saw you, he was ing into you hungrily or treating you like a queen.*

@kim ∶ taehyung *There are definitely more pleasant ways to wake up than this. Disoriented, in an unfamiliar place, not remembering anything, restrained and clearly used. For a few seconds, he was back in the mansion dying in a glass box and a pure panic seized his heart. Then, the voice, his beloved, his Lord. He looked up, so hopeful, ready to wrap his arms around your neck. But you didn't move to help him, and his confusion was obvious as he pulled on cuffs.*

*The kiss was nice, and he answered eagerly, but it didn't lead to anything else, and that was the first moment he felt a pang deep down. Something was wrong, and he didn't mean your appearance or hair. Something was horribly wrong. Is he going to die?*

*Which, in this situation, probably would be a blessing. Because just a few moments later, Hoseok's heart shattered, and he bit his lips to hold back a dry sob when his chest seized up with pain. You could feel that, as the bracelet started to burn your wrist, the frantic heart beat a quiet echo on your skin.*

*Meanwhile, Hoseok fought for every single breath. Now unable to look at you without breaking even more, he turned to the side, pulling his knee up to his chin, hiding his face in his arms, tugging on the cuffs so badly that his hands turned white and numb, but even this burning pain couldn't distract him from the fact that he was once again betrayed. *

*The panic slowly started to take over, and he focused on his breathing. 1… 2… 3… 1… 2… 3… He was trapped, exposed and hurt and all he wanted was a bit of warm. Something to smooth this loud mocking voice screaming 'not enough'. Pain, pain, pain. Disbelieve. He was slipping. He tugged on the cuffs stronger, breaking the skin, but it did not help with the overwhelming pain.*

/Could he die from a broken heart?/

Broken heart syndrome is a serious condition that affects physical health and most importantly, the heart.  A person who suffers from this condition usually experiences chest pain, has trouble breathing due to shock and stress.

*He stayed quiet for some time even after you finished talking. Just breathing. His head a mess. Not even one single thought could form there. His chest hurts, everything was too loud.  Somehow he remembered the breathing exercises, he learned years ago, before he debiuted. *

[Fixed version for you. With the cuffs.]

* Eventually he managed to find his rhythm. One breath after another. After all, somewhere deep inside he knew there was not another safer place.  He rested his forehead on his arm, closing his eyes and rocking himself back and forth, self soothing himself. Then he finally was able to gather his thoughts, he spoke, voice so broken and weak.*

Why… why did you choose me when you are so obviously wanted him? I'm a poor replacement.  I will never be him. *Not good enough. Not good enough. Not good enough. Hoseok, pick up the mask, turn into J-Hope. Hide. Hide. Hide. Hide.*

* His heart broke once again when he remembered your words. 'Oh how it was lovely' and he gasped when another very painful cramp squired his heart, and he curled into himself a bit more. By this time, you should be able to understand why the bracelet was burning you, why there was another heartbeat. *

I won't leave you, but… why do you love me less? When I gave you my whole heart and … accepted your despair, he looked up, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes so wild and so empty, so hurt. Nothing like the loving gaze you are so used. Just utterly broken.*

I am just another Hoseok for you. Just one who happens to love you so dearly and wanted to stay. For good.  Yet, one who will never be good enough. Breakable. But ready to do anything for you.  *Hi head hang limply as the first tears run down his cheek, creating dark marks on the sheet.*

And I still love you so much… with my dying heart.  *He choked on his words and when the first broken sob escape his throat.* My phantom… *Cuffed hands shook and then moved as if he tried to reach out to you.* I still love you and I don't want to let you go. Please… *His eyes change, the spark of usual emotion slowly appearing again. After all, there is only one person that could hurt him like this and then make it all better.  His phantom. *

/Pitiful isn't it?/

@jung ∴ hoseok *lord V is the one to find you this time as he stared at the faded color of the ring. Or maybe in his perception it seemed faded.* Hoseok… *he did not change or smooth himself down. How could he? His hair was brown and he was wearing the same disheveled sweatshirt hoodie down as before. He still looked like he had .

*as he watched you, the feelings he was forgetting slowly came back. All he had to do was have you in his presence and now suddenly oh how he missed you. You were filing folders and documents for others. Were you always so busy?

He yearned to touch and play with your body. So without thinking, he closed your office door and roughly pushed your front against the table, growling against your neck. He ducked his tall head to on your sensitive skin. Delicious. You tasted alive and vulnerable unlike the original hoseok he had the pleasure of meeting and having with in the dream.*

*He was silent. Brooding in lust as his large right hand cups your cheeks to turn you roughly to the right. His mouth overtook your lips until you were breathless from his kisses. Suffocating you with a deep but quiet moan against them as his hands travel down your waist and up your . He massaged softly before roughly to the point a large middle finger d between your cheeks.*

*but he said nothing more.*

*without waiting, he pushed you stomach down against the desk roughly before you could hear his pants unbuckle as he pulled your own pants down over your cheeks. Then without waiting, he inserted his large girth into you before filling you up. Your body jerked slowly against the work desk. His s were slow and deep, impaling your prostate each time as the desk vibrated.*

*then lord V’s slow deep pace grew faster with the movements until he almost broke your desk. There was no more kisses. No dirty words. No compliments either. Just pure lust with moans and groans as he refused to let you go. It was almost as if he himself felt like and reverted back to those past days as V or Taehyung. Immature. Impulsive. But hopeful. Full of desire.*

*Then he roughly flipped your body around. He yearned to see your face, his beautiful’s face. What his cold eyes saw as he ed into you made his rough s slow down before he pulled out of your body. When he saw your face, guilt had finally filled him.*

*after pulling out, he sat you up before glaring then looking at you.* I am sorry, Hoseok. I planned to let you choose to leave me after I tell you what I have done but suddenly I craved you again after forgetting the feeling yet again.

Therefore no, I will /not/ let you leave me no matter how much I’ve hurt you. You…are the reason I have still decided to be in these worlds. Without you, rather than no hope, I did not exist.

*he pulls out a painless bat as his eyes grow to marble black.* I shall see you very soon my beautiful…

*when you wake up, you look around possibly groggy but your head didn’t hurt. If you tried to move, you would feel your hands were tied to a rod up above with thick black chained handcuffs. And if you looked around, you would notice you were in an apartment yet not sure where this was.*

*welcome to the fissure. What was preserved of the apartment Lord V resided in and Jeongguk used to room in. You hear padded footsteps of formal shoes before you look up from the ground to see lord V unchanged except for a cleaner more put together appearance. Brown hair and sweatshirt hoodie still in place*

Ah you’re awake, beautiful. Now I can speak to you again. You don’t understand how much I’ve missed you. *he bends down and automatically growls at the scent you’re exuding. Then kissing your lips and them until they grow swollen. Then he pulls away.*

Do not worry, i will not hurt you. This is all merely to prevent you from escaping me is all. *he pulls up a chair and mumbles that he may need new furniture in year but also he preferred to keep the nostalgia by preserving it as is.*

*he turns to you with cold but warmer eyes* hoseok. My beautiful. My queen to be. My wife to be. I am sorry for this but in a dream about the past I had with my original hoseok. And oh how it was lovely.

Yet…*he paused and looked down in a lost expression.* there is nothing there. Even if we were to revive him…the only true benefit to be gained is that now we have hope. No longer is he tied to my existence anymore. My desire to continue to exist in the world of humans. My desire to find a hoseok and chain him to be my wife. *he looks into your eyes.*

you are, Hoseok. These statements are now your doing. So if you leave me, if your controller decides to leave me, I will truly give up as you are my last chance to be happy in this world.

It does not matter who I hurt or how I hurt you anymore. I am clearly nothing but the worst to you. I cannot even promise true fidelity…as I am enamored with my original hoseok too and his role in my life as our hope. I broke to those eyes, to the past. I longed for it so much.

And yet…without your specific soul, I truly am lost. I desire to not exist. I would sleep a thousand years more until you forgive me.

That is why even if yes, I have cheated on you through a dream and have told you of it, and I regret it, I refuse to let you go. And if your controller did, I would let myself go. This is not a threat. This is because of your absence, that I forget you, hurt you then yearn for you when you are present in front of me.

And yet there is nothing I need than you. *he watches you coldly.* I am very sorry I have to restrain my beautiful like this. But you do look irresistible.

[If you find this, there is no need to reply to this]

*Lord V felt it. Even as he went and tried to refine the wedding ring's value, he felt it. It sunk into his very existence. It made him terribly sad. All he knew was that this world he had been working on was starting to feel...meaningless. And the marriage to his Hoseok too. So meaningless. It was too hard for him to see this place's vigor start to fade away. His hoseok too was fading away. This feeling he was feeling? It was worse than the previous ones. His sadness during Halloween. His sadness in the fountain near the nightclub. None of those could compare to the sudden helplessness he felt now. But even if he knew that now Hoseok could eventually want to stop renewing his vows, break this interdimensional agreement and stick with just staying "friends" elsewhere, he knows.*

*that is why now, despite solemnly doing so, he's made sure to trigger all of his versions inside and outside of the world to continue with their plan of treating their lovely Hoseoks to a great Christmas- no matter how small or big that gesture was. It's the least Lord V could do for his Hoseok's soul. To enjoy their last days.*

*it's why now, instead of Lord V, even in the UnVillage place, he used the last of the late Taehyung's memories he kept outside of the world's and made those memories in that brain take over the vessel he had there. Then he hid inside of this world behind the young V. This way he could still give his Hoseoks their Christmas presents as he mourned. His Queen to be Hoseok would have the Taehyung he wanted; the happy Christmas loving one. The young V's Hoseok would feel secretly loved during Christmas. And the Cop Hoseok would have a sweet Christmas before he died later. Everyone was happy and blissfully ignorant except him. As it should be.*

*He walks into the apartments and purses his lips. It looks nothing like his place. He never wanted this place to be created. He wanted his original Christian university to be. Now that this university has gone through more urbanization until it became closer to the suburbs instead of rural, it doesn't feel like his place. He walks to where his apartment should be then grows sadder. It doesn't look as sad and dark as his original apartment. The couch did not have those questionable stains from his roommate's many rendezvous. Ex-roomate. With a sad sigh, he slashes a secret rift through the apartment before he settled inside. In this secret rift, the apartment looked like his apartment except in a limbo space. Very similar to the non-secret rift he preserved in his original apartment.*

*sitting in this rift, he weeps despite no tears. It's not like he could contribute to the festive atmosphere outside. He was full of despair. Too ually driven. Unable to enjoy the smaller parts of life. Unable to feel human sensations like tickles. He could do nothing.*

*and so he wept alone*