BTS ONESHOTS - b X b

Since The Alley (Yoonkook)

a/n: this is not a sexual or romantic ship, think of it as a pairing.
vent project 1

tw: gore, horror, derealization, blood, death, possession, hallucinations, mention of kidnapping, subtle implications of Stockholm syndrome, underlying unperceived information

jungkook saw things. felt things. things no one understood, not even himself. everywhere he looked seemed to be full of things left unseen by others. blood, death, hatred, rage. black and red, swallowing him up and making him paranoid.

what made things worse about this–condition was the fact that he couldn't bring himself to talk about it to anyone. for as long as he could remember, he had always been alone. his parents hadn't wanted him. he was left for dead. he was found as a toddler, clinging onto a piece of cloth with ugly, lonely tears rolling down his face. jungkook still has the piece of cloth. he can't bring himself to get rid of it. he was only three when he was found, but he knew that whoever gave it to him had been the reason he hadn't died of starvation.

jungkook promised himself that he wouldn't truly speak to anyone about anything until he found the person who had saved him. he owed them his life. as a result, jungkook had absolutely no friends and an even worse social life. anytime anyone in the foster home he was thrusted into attempted to talk to him, he couldn't speak. every time there was a presence looming over them. watching. waiting. some days jungkook felt like the presence was more patient some days more than others.

there were some days that jungkook was able to hold half of a steady conversation with another foster teen before jungkook saw them fall apart, and other days jungkook had to stay in his room to avoid the visuals his brain cursed him with. he saw them drown, suffocate, burn, bleed, choke, vomit. all to the point of death.

jungkook hated watching the dark cloud loom over them before playing with the strings of jungkook's mind, like a puppet master. jungkook hated the presence. but he felt that sometimes it helped it. he considered it his friend in some instances.

with it, he never had to worry about being left to die again. he would never be abandoned. and he would never be alone either, as much as he hated to admit it. the presence was always there. jungkook liked to think the presence sometimes listened to his thoughts, and whispered soft, unintelligible replies. but it was all in his head. no one else saw the presence. they felt it, but the blame was put on jungkook.

no one else noticed the way the wallpaper crawled and the floors seemed to breathe. no one saw the way inanimate objects seem to make angry faces on some days or how sometimes the lights grow dim whenever jungkook's talked to.

nor did they notice each other's heads falling off or their stomach being splayed open resulting in their insides dropping in a wet, hot, bloody heap beneath them. or how a snake-like creature waited by the door for their foster mother to return, coiling around her entirely when she did. the creature would hiss and unhinge its jaw around their foster father and would slither from one body to the next to swallow the man whole.

no one really knew what jungkook was being subjected to.

jungkook blinked at his hands and he was brought back to his semi-reality. "what?" he asked. his teacher sighed and jungkook noticed a few other students snickered at him. jungkook ignored him. he didn't feel guilty or fearful whenever he looked at them. in fact, he loved to watch them bleed. they never liked him. but that was okay with jungkook. the feelings were mutual. "i asked if you were ready to present your project. on–" his teacher stopped to look at his list. "on what's beyond the perceived reality?"

jungkook's classmate's laughed quietly with each other again. he nodded and swallowed hard. he hated presenting. the basic anxiety and pressure of it all was already gut wrenching, but he was graded on how he behaved during the presentation too. that meant looking up from his project. and making eye contact. lots and lots of eye contact.