"You were always such a divine sight, darling. One could drool."
contains;
-psychological thriller
-jikook & vhope
-stalking
-mature themes
-mental disorders
-murder
-death
-drugs
-blood/gore themes
-kidnapping
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the finale: a means to an end ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
They navigated the paranoid schizophrenic through the ominous halls of the psychiatric hospital, Jungkook stealing a glance at his jagged reflection.
Unkempt, outgrown hair, soulless brown eyes, and hollow face. He could scarcely recognize the person staring back at him. If he had even considered himself still human despite the things he'd done.
He gaped at the blackened windows on the wall, the artificial glass that allowed the staff to monitor patients from the other side. Concealed and out-of-reach cameras, studying them for the freaks that they were, for what Jungkook was. A freak.
Freak.
A single word had pursued him all his life, only now it truly holds its meaning.
As they guided him around the corner, Jungkook mentally braced himself. As soon as he stepped through those doors, he would only catch a glimpse of the boy he yearned to greet, only to wake up and find himself in his bed, begging for his torment to come to an end.
How he wished they had just given him the electric chair instead. Matters would've gone smoother, but he didn't deserve the easy way out. Nonetheless, as the doors to the visitation room opened, Jungkook stood motionless. His eyes scanned the space before they landed on Jimin's.
A strange rush filled him.
He could visibly see the boy take in a deep breath, his brown orbs widening as they quietly took each other in.
Though the tension, disarray had set in Jungkook's face. By now his hallucination would have ended and he'd wake.
I'm not dreaming?
He had paused a moment for the voices to say something, to tease him, but the medication had already begun working.
But perhaps this time, it was different.
The guard pointed out to the table where Jimin was seated. To where Jungkook's presumed visitor had awaited.
"Head on right over there, Jeon."
Jungkook struggled to move forward, feeling his legs grow weaker and his knees buckling as he approached. He collapsed into the chair, his frail figure engulfed by his pajamas.
Looking at Jimin was not just alarming, but completely illogical.
