The Disguised Psychopath {Fake Nerd 2}

{Chapter 45} The Disguised Psychopath

"How was your day?" Taehyung asked, fidgeting his chopsticks in his hand. You silently continued to eat your food without even glancing at him. Taehyung sighed heavily before slamming his chopsticks down on the table. "Gosh, you made me lose my appetite." He mumured, throwing his half full plate into the sink. Yeontan whined at the sight of his father and mother arguing. "Why are you mad?" Taehyung asked, not being able to stand the quietness.

You teared your gaze off your empty plate to him. He crossed his arms and stared at you with a fiery gaze. You could feel his eyes throwing fire balls all you but you tried your best to not look intimidated. "I let you shower, gave you food, let you roam the house freely, untied your arms so, what is the problem now?" You looked at him in disbelief before replying in a very sarcastic tone "I don't know...Its not like I was kidnapped by some psychopathic KILLER WHO THINKS THAT HE IS A HERO AND THAT I'M BEING KEPT CAPTIVE IN HIS FUCKING ROOM!"

Grabbing your plate, you threw it at him without even thinking twice but he was sadly quick enough to hide from it by dodging under the counter. The plate hit against the wall before breaking into pieces, earning a dissapointed sigh from you. Taehyung slowly got back up with his eyes wide open. He opened his mouth to speak but before a sound could even come out of him, you cried out in frustration "DIE!" and turned around to make your way upstairs. Leaving him and Yeontan in the kitchen dumbfounded.

Yeontan placed his small paw on Taehyung's feet while making small whining sounds and looking up at his master who was still in shock after what had happend. "She changed." Taehyung muttured as he bent down to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain.

Slamming the bedroom's door open, you angrily stepped inside. "Why the fuck am I mad?! IS HE REALLY THAT DUMB?!" You shouted, your voice cracking mid sentence and tears threatening to roll down your cheeks
You lowered your body onto the bed and quickly wiped your tears away with the blanket while murmuring all sorts of swear words at him.

"I want to go home." You whined in a muffled voice with face burried into the blanket, soaking it with tears.

{Time Skip}

Taehyung picked up his bag, sparing a glance at your sleeping figure on the bed at the same time. Your hair was all over the pillow, saliva drooled out of your open mouth and your clothes were all wrinkled up. Despite your disheveld look, he still felt happy to see you finally sleep comfortably after days.
Shrugging off, he walked out of the room, remembering the fact that you had made at least two attempts at killing him and told him to die.

The old Y/N would have never done that.

Taehyung thought as he descended the stairs. Yeontan stood by the main door, ready to tell his master goodbye before he left. "Look after her." Taehyung bent down to pat Yeontan on the head. The small dog's tail wagged around while he let out a bark as if confirming that he understood Taehyung's words.

"Good boy!" Taehyung smiled, placing a small kiss on Yeontan's nose. Yeontan whined at the sight of Taehyung opening the door to leave but as soon as it closed, the fluff ball ran up the stairs to accomplish the orders given by his master.
Expecting you to be still in bed sleeping, he was shocked when he saw you coming out of the bathroom with wet hair and clean clothes.

"Goodmorning Traitor." You said, while drying your hair with a towel. Yeontan let out a small bark and approached you slowly. "Are you going to bite me again?" You chuckled, caressing his small head. Yeontan purred to the feeling of your touch. "I found this in the drawer?" Yeontan stared at you as you magically pulled half chewed up squeaky bone toy from your back. "Is it yours?" Yeontan jumped up, putting his paws in the air while barking. "Oh! Catch then!" You lauched the toy to the other side of the bedroom, the furthest from the door. Yeontan did not waste a second to run after it and you did the same except that ran in the opposite direction. Closing the bedrooms door behind you, locking him on the other side.

"OUF!" You sighed in relief while patting your chest as a way to calm down your rapid heartbeat. "Okay! I got this." With that you ran down the stairs, opening every single door possible in hopes of finding an open window or anything that could lead you out of this damn house but your hopes were quickly crushed when you realized that most of the windows were glued shut. "DAMN IT! What kind of glue is this?!" You pulled onto the window hard, trying your best to  pry it open with your hands but it did not budge.

it's useless.
He was already two steps ahead of me, he did not leave a single way out.

You thought, walking into the study room which had only a single big window. "Please." You muttured under your breath, pulling the window but it still did not budge. You automatically fell on your knees in despair. "How?" You shuddered, gripping onto your hair while your eyes started to well up with tears.

With a little bit of hope left, you stood up and punched the aluminium glassed window it did not even take a second before a pained scream left your mouth."FUCK!" You held your knuckled which were slightly bleeding due to the impact.

As a last resort, you looked around to  find an object to throw at the window. Your gaze fell on a very thick looking book which rested on the shelves. The book title being 'Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix'  Grabbing it off the shelves, you stood a little further away from the window and threw it like a pitcher throwing a ball at a catcher in a baseball match.

A sound of glass breaking echoed in the study room, but the window was still intact. You quickly ran up to the window to inspect however, there was not even a single crack. Your eye looked down at the book that had fell open on the floor.

Crouching down, you picked up the book to find a big rectangular hole in the middle of all the pages. "A phone." You guessed was inside there, looking down your eyes fell on a phone that looked almost brand new if you ignored the now cracked screen. 

"A phone?! YES!" You laughed in relief, turning it on, you immiditely went onto the contact list. Tears of happiness uncontrollably poured down your face when seeing your landline home's number.
You started pressing call, thinking that perhaps your parents or friends might pick up.

"Please answer"

{Y/N's House}

"Seulgi?! We're waiting!" Irene shouted in a high pitched voice. Jungkook and Jimin spared an awkward glance at each other.
"Why can't you cook breakfast? Do we really need to eat out everyday?" Jungkook questioned. Irene looked at him, pissed by his question. "Are you really asking a six month old pregnant woman to cook everyday for three glutton?" She gave her famous death stare to Jungkook.

"I take back what I said." The long haired man said, backing away from the pregnant lady with his hands up as if getting arrested. "I'm ready!" Seulgi ran downstairs to join the three. "Let us go now." Irene ordered, taking the first step out of the house.
"Wait..." Jimin stopped midtrack. "I-I hear something." He pointed upstairs with his index finger. Jungkook shook his head. "I don't."
Irene quickly shushed Jungkook to hear better. "I do too."

The four friends ran upstairs, following the sound which lead to the parent's bedroom. "Y/N said that we were not allowed in there.'' Seulgi reminded. "Whatever." Jungkook kicked the door open and Jimin immiditely ran to pick up the phone that was on the nightstand.

"Hello?"

"Jimin? Is it you, Jimin?"

"Y/N?!"

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Finally an update after a month.
I am sorry about that but a big thank you to everyone that stayed around and actually encouraged me to write this chapter.

Been going through a rough time so writing was really not possible.

Thank you all for reading and voting. Sending you all big virtual hugs. 🫂💜

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