❝𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃❞
It has been one week since the idol 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 went missing, yet the police couldn't find a single trace of the kidnapper-except for a bloody, handwritten note that read ❝JJK's fanboy❞
In which a struggling manhw...
Sacrifice your lips on my skin And write down your darkest poetry I'll surrender my sins for you To welcome your damaged sanity
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Taehyung grabbed his hair in utter anxiety. The scalp on the back of his head hurt as if Seokjin just tore some of his strands apart. But why? What was he going to do with them? Taehyung shakily stood up, his messy trembling face showed no emotion all of a sudden. "J-Jungkookie Jungkookie Jungkookie" he chanted while covering his eyes with his left palm and at that right moment something stroked his mind "Where is he? No no no no! You ran away you ran away!"
His mind fell under chaos, making his sense go numb with each second. Of course, he was angry knowing that Jungkook didn't finish his routine properly. His palms were itching to punish the idol but his heart instead became frightened with that holed fear of not having him anymore. "JEON JUNGKOOK!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, feet dragging themselves mindlessly all around the house. Bathroom, bedrooms, attic then last was the living room. The entrance door was still open. That officer didn't even care to close it. Maybe Jungkook just ran away.
Just alone that thought drove Taehyung sick to his abdomen. His tears couldn't help but spew like mist and his body quivered ten times more in need of a comforter. He felt betrayed, hurt, scared....lonely. "JUNGKOOK!! JUNGKOOK!" taehyung cried out while running outside, scanning all over the yard yet nobody was there. He needed to breathe at this point. He was too shaken up to properly function his limbs.
"won't f-forgive you! Won't won't never never never" his trembling lips chanted those phrases as he found himself sprinting inside the house once again. He wanted to die, no probably will die after killing that fucking idol.
"T-Taehyung"
His breath hitched at the feeble voice while his eyes began to crazily shift right and left everywhere possible. "J-Jungkook?!" he called out and strolled into the living room, not forgetting to lock the entrance door securely this time. The strings inside his head had begun to shuffle again, twisting shifting and stubbornly not untieing. He desperately looked around only to get a small glimpse of Jungkook's weak hand rising from under the couch. What was he doing there? But it was such a relief, so much so that Taehyung couldn't suppress his tears anymore.
He watched Jungkook peek his head up cautiously but froze after their gazes met. Taehyung looked so apathetic that it urged Jungkook to run. But unfortunately, he couldn't. His neck injury stood bleeding slightly thus making him unable to standstill. Taehyung finally moved forward to Jungkook's utter anxiety. The idol still was located beside the couch like a statue, helplessly sacrificing himself under his kidnapper's mercy.
