❝𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃❞
It has been 1 week since the Idol 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 has gone missing yet the police couldn't find a single trace of the kidnapper other than a bloody handwritten note which read ❝JJk's fanboy❞
In which a struggling Manh...
Come closer, play with my chaos You will enjoy yourself between agony and bliss I promise I'll let you bleed
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It was early in the daylight, maybe 5 am when Jungkook suddenly got up from his deep sleep. His droopy eyes blinked several times as he lazily sat on the bed. He couldn't really see anything clearly around the semi-dark room but he attempted to rub his eyes to lessen the numbness of his not-so-active nerves
The scenario in front horrified the poor idol so much so that he literally had shivers down his spine. The pastel white walls were surrounded with sketches of his own face, drawn in darkened red color. Who has done that and how? the questions were about to come across his brain until he glanced down
"F-Fuck!" Jungkook screamed while backing away from the edge of the bed, eyes big and unknown tears that blurred his vision up. There was a freaking dead body of that watchman guy lying right on the floor beside his own damm bed, with throat slit open making the ground a bloodied mess. How terrifying was that when he realized the red color on the walls was actually blood, pure human blood.
Jungkook's breath hitched after feeling someone's presence behind him. The strong dark aura he sensed almost made the idol shaken up to even turn around. Warm breaths on the back of his neck and the quacking sounds of someone moving on the mattress right behind him became louder and louder, forcing an unhealthy rapid pumping of jungkook's frightened heart
The idol sat there frozen. Only heavy breaths and the squeaking tone of the clock eerily filled the silent room. He suddenly sensed someone's sharp gaze behind him as if silently stabbing his back. His mind instantly got alarmed, nerves were screaming not to move, not to look back at whoever was seated behind.
A periodic inch behind him sat none other than Kim Taehyung with his large sickening smile and face coated with sprinkles of blood. He proceed to slowly move closer toward the frozen man, and pressed his cold lips on jungkook's soft warm earlobe making his nails rigged deeper into the mattress while breathing uncontrollably. No sound or scream was coming from jungkook's mouth as if something had gotten stuck inside his dry throat. Taehyung giggled at the odd reaction. His bloody fingers slowly covered jungkook's right eye from behind and dragged down gradually, leaving a trail of blood on his art's face
"Caught you Jung...koo...kie" with every said word Taehyung bit jeon's earlobe and began to inject a needle near the collarbone before the idol could even respond in defense.
Jungkook groaned as a disturbing pain banged his chest and within just 3 seconds he fell unconscious in his fanboy's arms. His sleeping face with the right side coated with semi-dried blood drove the idol to look so elegant, so controlled. Taehyung nearly cried out at the thoughts. Jungkook looked like a creation of his own, only his.
