The Delusional Psycho | KTH ✔

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The sun rays coming from the sides of the curtains hit his face as he squint his eyes in return and groan while rolling around to change the position because he was too groggy to wake up now. In addition his alarm started ringing spoiling his sleepy state.

With such a fight with himself, he wake up from the bed and sleepily walk in the washroom to freshen up. In the morning, everything seems to escape his mind even his own name. Jungkook had always been a good sleeper. Because why not, his work was in the way or else this boy would not upset any pillow.

After what seemed like twenty minutes, he came out and decided to go check up on Eliana and then go downstairs and make a hearty breakfast. Nodding to himself, he exit his room and stride towards the guest room where currently Eliana was sleeping.

The door was closed and much to his information he had left it open a bit at night. Thinking Eliana must be awake, he knock on the door. No response. Patiently he knock twice and stand there respecting privacy of hers.

When not getting any respond, he turn the knob and the door opened. He look inside while getting in and saw the bed was empty, no signs of Eliana. He make his way to the washroom and knock on it but that only result in the door creaking open a little.

He slam the door open and his heart was already beating loudly when he was met with disappointment. He turn around now frantically panicking as he sprint in the whole room. His eyes land upon the window that was open. He shake his head muttering few curses.

"Did I fail again...?"

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Jimin was giving out orders continuously. He had sent out a big group of people to look out for Taehyung. To his consent, he wouldn't had run away too far so it would be easy to track him down in time. He light up a cigarette and puff out the smoke while his hand tremble with weakness.

He himself had been neglecting his meals and diet. When things get heated, he simply toss out the mention of food and hunger from his schedule to save time. His phone ring and he picked it up the next second in haste. Sticking it to his ear while the other hold the cigarette between his index and middle finger.

He listen to the person on the other end and hum in return. There is not one work going on around him. His attention is needed to be diverted in thousand directions. That's what his life had been from a young age since he had grasped a weighing name in the society of the underworld.

Tossing the phone on the bed, he sit back with his head on the couch as he puff out the smoke which soon fade away creating an aroma of tobacco around him. So many things are on his mind. His sister. His dear friend. His name. His status. He feels selfish, as if he is only thinking about himself.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock. He was going to mutter out a 'come in' but the person on the other hand had forgotten something named formalities and privacy. Namjoon barge in on him while he close his eyes in frustration. This is the second time. First block 5 and now block 4.

"Spit out!" Jimin said not wanting to interrupt or in a mood to give a lecture to the boy infront of him. Namjoon eyes were the one like something impossible had happened. His pupil shrieked and shaking as he tried to form words infront of his boss.

"Boss! There's something that needs your attention!" Jimin chuckle throwing his head back on the couch. "Everyone is saying that but yet no important fuck gets blessed in my direction!" Namjoon ignore the sarcastic yet negative remark of his boss.