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Scared? Nervousness? Angry? Sad?
Taehyung couldn't decide what he was feeling right now. He was sat on the bed of that room. A word about the bedroom- there was a old wooden bed which was cranky and made noise even on slightest movements.
There was a small table beside the bed with a lamp which flickered, which surely gave the creeps. And a old fashioned closet.
As said earlier, there was a bathroom. A small sized bathroom with a window, and which was earlier one of the ways through which Taehyung thought as his escape from that hellhole.
There was hardly any light in that bedroom, there were windows but they were useless as their were closed by nailed wooden planks. The only source of light was the lamp beside the bed and a bulb in the ceiling.
Taehyung sighed and rested his head on the bedpost. The words from earlier were still roaming in his mind.
Remember my name, cause I am your lover.
What was the meaning of that? Lover? Taehyung had never met that killer ever in his life, and here that killer was saying that he was the 'lover' of Taehyung.
This thought intrigued Taehyung even more. He didn't wanted a boy to love him romantically, especially not that boy or man at all. The killer seemed younger than Taehyung. His thoughts were running like the speed of a bullet train, but he couldn't stop them either.
His train of thoughts were abrupted by a knock on the door. Taehyung gulped instinctively and sat on the bed, his legs out of the bed.
The door was opened by the same man, who instantly locked the door. He had a tray of food in his hand, but his expression...Taehyung was unable to read those.
His face was indeed was handsome, suitable for being an actor or model. His eyes were big but empty, nothing but darkness was present in those. His face held an expression which was neither angry or mad, but...normal and calm.
And Taehyung hated this calmness, because the killer- Jungkook was calm just like the storm, before it ravages everything in its path.
Jungkook took quick but short steps and was soon near Taehyung. He took a chair nearby and sat, and pulled his seat closer to the bed, towards Taehyung.
"How's your head? Still feeling pain?"
Taehyung didn't said anything but looked down. This made Jungkook even more irritated, "You wouldn't say anything, when asked 'nicely', will ya?"
"..."
"Stubborn one, I see. I would take only a minute to break this stubbornness of yours, Taehyung".
The way Jungkook called his name, gave more chills to Taehyung. Because the way he said it- only few would know the darkness lased on those words. Jungkook kept the food tray on the chair he was sitting previously, and suddenly lifted Taehyung's face by holding his jaw.
