𝕋'𝔸𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕣. 《Taekook》

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'Pain. What is pain? Is it the feeling when you feel hurt,unsettled, abused, what is it? There's no such perfect way you could describe pain, for, for every single person, pain meant different things. Yet, one thing was for sure, everyone suffered,some after inflicting 'pain' on others, and pain could be both, physical and emotional, where both had thier own levels of the disaster they could cause in any person.'

Jungkook woke up from his nightmare, and sat against the bed, crying to himself again, while hugging his knees close to his chest. It was morning 5 AM, dark outside, and chilly and deathly silent in the house. He sat there, in the dark, trying to provide himself the basic comfort, and sobbing, without making any noise. And soon enough, he started to breathe heavily, feeling the air getting knocked out of his lungs, and black dots appearing in front of him. When he couldn't take anymore, he fainted. 

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The next time the boy woke up was when he felt a ringing sound in his ears. He looked up at the ceiling and sat up, his body aching, and his head spinning. Ignoring it, he stood up, weakly, rubbing his eyes, and looking around. The room was dark enough, he didn't like it all bright.

Why would he, either way, his life wasn't bright, rather it was darker than one could think...

 There was just a single lantern, which he lighted. No windows, nothing. He walked inside the washroom, the mirror there was broken, with cracks all over it. He passed by, straightaway, heading to the bathtub, stepping over the broken tiles with his bare feet not caring if he got a cut. He lay down in the chipped bathtub and turned the tap so that cold, ice-like water began to fill in. He shivered but didn't move, and let the water soak him. 

When he was all cold to his bones, he stood up, and went outside, wiping his body with the 'towel', which was more like an old torn t-shirt that he could no longer wear. He looked in his 'closet' to get some clothes and wore a simple ragged-looking blue shirt, and slipped into a pair of jeans which were tight enough, but still fitted. 

He then walked out, slowly, as if he was a robot, a robot low on battery, and reached the kitchen. He felt his old cracked-up, the old fashioned phone vibrate in his pocket and so he picked it up. 

'H-hello?'- which came out merely as a whisper. 

'Hello, baby boy! I'm glad you're all fresh! Now come on, be quick, we are waiting.' 

Jungkook visibly gulped his own saliva, and then headed to the door, opening it, closing his eyes for a bit due to brightness, and then opening them, while looking straight at the ground, at his feet. He wore a mask and then stood in front of the house where a black van soon took a break, as if almost in a skit.

The door slid open and he sat inside, his eyes leaking tears, but no voice, no sobs. Just the pain.

The pain that could no longer reside inside anymore. The pain was getting so hard to hold inside anymore.

The ride was silent, while Jungkook glanced out of the black window. He soon looked to his side, to see another male, who had his whole face covered in a black mask. He could feel the man's gaze, but Jungkook just turned his hand into a fist. The man looked to another side. 

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