Jungkook was in pain. He attempted to shout, but it felt as if someone was forcefully silencing him. His wrists and feet ached, as if something sharp was cutting into them. He felt cold, as though he were naked.
He opened his eyes and saw the ceiling fan moving at a decent pace. Looking around, he saw that the room was empty except for a bed in the middle, on which he was lying.
He attempted to move his arms and legs but failed to do so. As he lowered his gaze, he noticed that he was wearing handcuffs.
He was naked. Some bruises here and there, he never saw them... Were they always there?
He wanted to scream, but a piece of cloth in his mouth prevented him from doing so.
Scared. Word would be perfect to describe the young boy's feeling right now. He could feel tears going down his cheeks. He was scared, no. The boy was absolutely terrefied.
He struggled against the handcuffs, but only ended up hurting himself. Despite the pain, he persisted.
He screamed knowing he won't be heard. At all.
He wanted someone to help him knowing there won't be. At all.
His mom's probanly hating him for going without her permission.
No, this is not how he wanted his holidays.
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