Deranged // Taekook

Chapter Twelve

'He found me'

Today was Friday. Planned activity.

Jungkook looked around the park, trying to ignore the creepy crawly feelings he got. The sun was bright but the wind was cold and it seeped through Jungkook's thin clothes and blew his overgrown hair around his head. The cold didn't both Jungkook, instead, the people did. The joggers puffing out clouds of air, the children playing as if it were summer, the parents obviously irritated that their kids wanted to play in the cold and wanting nothing more but to go home and soak up warmth, the groups of friends slowly closing the space between each other to feel warmer.

Then there was Jungkook.

He sat on a pale brown bench wearing his black jacket and a white T-shirt which blended in with his pale skin. He wore a pair of white gloves and underneath were his latex ones. On his lap was his laptop and his phone was secured in his pocket.

Biting the skin on his bottom lip, Jungkook scanned the park for a familiar face as he waited for his laptop to recognize his new password. He came up empty but Jungkook knew Red would show up eventually.

Red was toying with him.

Playing with him the way a cat plays with a mouse.

Red wants to scare him and make him run so he can chase.

But Jungkook didn't plan to run. Why would he run away from the man with who he's been in love for so long?

But maybe...maybe Jungkook can play Red's game and Red will see how Jungkook is willing to do anything for him.

To be touched by him.

To be kissed by him.

To be hurt by him.

To be torn apart and moulded to how Red wants him to be.

Jungkook was more than willing to embrace his trauma, remembering every detail from the event that shut the lights out inside of him and left him to be so disgusting. Because he knew, just as Red had said, that things would get better. Jungkook was confident in knowing that this psychotic man would take his trauma and force Jungkook to relive it.

And maybe, that's the therapy Jungkook needed.

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Taehyung watched as Namjoon placed an hourglass atop his desk. He leaned back in his chair, watching the little bit of sand in the top fall into the bottom. He tapped the tap the bit to get the rest of the sand in before looking over at the trainee who Ghost was supposed to be training, but he and Seokjin were still in Mexico.

"West wing is the easiest to escape," Namjoon explained, "and it's that way for a reason."

"To see who is loyal and who isn't?" The trainee asked, glancing over at Taehyung who was watching him with a hard look.

Namjoon hummed in confirmation. "Do you remember your time here?"

"I was part of the uh...the East Wing due to a mistake in the system. I was supposed to be with the techy savvy guys in the West Wing, but I still made it past and got third place there and fifth in total."

"You barely made the top 5," Taehyung observed. "What makes you think you've earned a place here instead of the Survival Camps?"

The boy shifted. He knew this was a test.

"I know because, even though I barely made Top 5, I still made it. I was put in the wrong group and still managed to get out third place—"