❝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...
I turned insane after long intervals of terrible sanity
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"How are you feeling today? You just released your first album and it was a constant hit"
"I'm feeling extremely grateful and happy. I hope I can continue making music"
"Jeon Jungkook was in the same company as yours. Do you want to comment anything about him, Kim Namjoon?"
"Uh sorry, no remark just yet. Allow the police to do their work. Let's see the outcome. Thank you!"
Jungkook smiled blankly while staring at the running screen of that old model TV. Kim Taehyung made him sit on the couch and bound his ankle with a metal chain. The chain wasn't that long, only enough for him to walk beside the TV and the sealed window. Kim Namjoon was a new sensation in the K-pop industry. He was signed by the same company Jungkook used to work with. It was kind of depressing watching people share their talents and music so openly whereas he was abducted and locked in a house full of insanity. The world sees him as a serial killer on a spree, an ugly-hearted man who has mental issues. Even the fans he used to work so hard for began to exhibit their bitterness toward the idol as if Jungkook cracked their trust and let them down. The idol himself was a broken victim yet all of the fake evidence Taehyung created really worked well.
Even if he went out nobody will be believing in him. He was stuck brutally. Outside wasn't his freedom anymore and inside was already a nightmare for him. Jungkook couldn't believe that he lost everything so easily. He wanted to sing, wanted to dance wanted to touch people's hearts "E-Everything is g-gone. No one stands beside me. What's the meaning of living?" he teared up while covering his face with his shaky palms.
No hope was there. Maybe it would be better if he stayed with Taehyung. The outside world was already destroying his spirit anyway. Suddenly the alarm buzzed out indicating that it was time for him to eat the food Taehyung left for him almost 2 hours ago, setting the warning for him to properly complete his daily routine one after another. No mistake could be accepted. Do your work on time because the small cameras will capture every move. He left saying that he was going to bring Bam back and Jungkook didn't know if he should be happy or terrified for the dog's safety.
Even after not being hungry jungkook forced himself to grab the small bowl of rice with spicy pork curry on top. He didn't want to disobey that psycho bastard. "Meat" he gaged, covering his mouth at the painful sensation. Just a few hours ago he saw that bloody skull, now the feeling of eating such meat was too pesky. Jungkook slowly stood up. That sickening growling in his stomach compelled him to walk around and calm his mind.
His fragile figure stood in front of the window sealed with heavy logs of wood but through that slightly open gap, he could clearly see outside. Just a few feet after stood the neighbours, a guy and a small girl playing in their yard. Their giggles and smiles sounded so pure that they brought tears to Jungkook's eyes. He wanted to break from this cage, he wanted to run on those soft grasses outside without anybody cursing at him. "I w-want to l-live" he burst into tears while slowly falling on the cold floor. His little whimpers weren't that loud for anybody outside to notice. More like he himself gave up on making an effort
