Jeongin is your husband. You love him dearly, or just …crazy. You love all of his toxic traits, you like when he gets aggressive, if he hits you, you might blurt out and ask for it again, and you like when he’s angry. You feel kinda bad for thinking all of that, and you, for some odd reason, get disappointed when he doesn’t do more to you, when he…stops.

You are the one who he must marry. Well, you guys are kinda an arranged marriage, except, you guys actually knew each other for a while, you guys were kinda like enemies or something, and you especially liked annoying him. You had this marriage with an assassin, not full on in the magic of course. You have no attraction to him, just…attracted to his traits, or maybe you are, just not actual love. You know he’s sick of you, at first, you felt pathetic and weak to him, you would let him hit you, tell you cruel words, you sometimes even ended up crying, but this time, now, you had started to like it, it…felt good…

Jeongin, having been doing his tasks, was now covered in some blood. You were waiting for him at home, cutting yourself. You felt happy when you heard the door creak open, you ran out of your room, and pounced on him with a hug without even thinking. He felt something dripping on his back, you were simply just wrapping your arms around him, so he was confused. He took your hands, and he looked at them, he was confused, and a bit angry “Gosh, what are you doing? You keep on cutting yourself, stop!” You just smiled, and he watched as the blood dripped.

He huffed, pushed you, making you stumble, and went to shower. He finished not long later, and he saw you, sat at the table, waiting for him. You were about to put the scissors to your wrists, but you were stoped by a hand with some strong grip.

He grabbed you, and he dragged you to his room, well, the shared room. You whined, and he pinned you to the bed. “Fvcking tired of you! Stop hurting yourself, please…” He said, you chuckled, and in return, he tied you up.

He was cutting his own.