❝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...
He's my paradise I'm his agony Connecting us from morality to immorality Arousing us to bleed our demons' serenity In the end Making us the rulers of ourdamaged stability
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A week went by. A week since Jungkook gave up on his freedom, a week since his urge to go outside withered, and a week since he started enjoying the company of his kidnapper. Since he accepted his fate and the drastic dark instabilities of his fading humanity, everything began to feel more cozy as if he belonged here. His mind desperately blocked out his rationalism, making him live under a false reality that he so deeply wanted to witness. A reality where fear, disappointment and anger inside his heart about others, the judgments of the world and his self could no longer exist.
He allowed himself to become that Jungkook who was unaware of what was going on. He completely stopped thinking.
And he liked it
The peace, he loved it
Taehyung became a lot more affectionate. Jungkook saw his romantic side other than the monstrous part. Well more likely he entirely ignored it, dismissed that terrifying moment when Taehyung fetched random people inside their house and brutally killed them under the basement. Despite Jungkook not encountering a direct picture of how he slaughtered people, those ear-piercing screams echoing from the basement were enough to give chills. Made him squeeze himself inside the cover and cry himself to exhaustion.
Whenever Taehyung finished his craziness and came back upstairs to their room, Jungkook never saw him bloody as if nothing he had done down there. Jungkook felt weirdly anxious thinking that Taehyung did not want to show him anything, didn't want to scare him. He always had his big boxy smile on display and left a gentle peck on his art's milky forehead
Just like now. Jungkook sat in a corner of the living room with his back resting on the wall, knees folded to his chest and one of Tae's manhwa neatly rested on top of his knees yet his eyes were looking up at Taehyung crouching right in front of him and affectionately kissing his cheeks and forehead as usual after finishing his killing session. Taehyung couldn't help but smile at how innocently Jungkook stared at him. He looked pretty hot
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