INHUMAN ADDICTION

Chapter ~2

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In the dimly lit room, he lay on the uncomfortable bed, his jacket restraining his hands, a symbol of his inner turmoil. With each passing moment, he seemed to grow larger, his muscles bulging with an ominous power that could easily crush a person's neck with a mere snap of his fingers. His gaze, once captivating, now held a dangerous allure that even the bravest doctors feared, as if his eyes possessed a hypnotic spell.

Despite his menacing appearance, his thoughts drifted to her, the one person who had shown him kindness in a world devoid of affection. Seventeen long years had passed since he last saw her, yet her hazel eyes remained etched in his memory, a beacon of warmth in his dark existence. The yearning for her had grown into an obsession, a desire that consumed his every waking moment. In his twisted mind, she was not just a memory but "his woman," a possession he longed to reclaim.

His mind wandered to the passage of time, realizing that he was now 28 years old while she must be around 22. The memory of her, from when she was just a five-year-old, lingered in his thoughts, haunting him with each passing day. Her essence, her fragrance, her every detail remained etched in his mind, driving him to the brink of madness.

He grappled with the intensity of his feelings towards her, questioning why he harbored such emotions for a girl who had shown him kindness for a mere ten minutes so many years ago. The longing for her consumed him, a desire he couldn't comprehend. He was unaware of her current appearance or life, yet the memory of her father, the man he despised for subjecting him to countless experiments, fueled his anger.

In his darkest moments, he contemplated ending his own existence, but a twisted logic stopped him, leading him to believe that he could exact his revenge on those who had wronged him and, in doing so, reunite with the object of his fixation.

He had been waiting patiently, biding his time until the perfect moment arrived. The hatred that burned within him had been simmering for years, ever since those who were supposed to care for him had instead made him feel like a monster, unworthy of love. But deep down, he knew the truth - he had once been just a child, craving affection and acceptance that no one had been willing to give. Except for her, that is. That little girl, her name forever etched into his heart, had been the one bright spot in his otherwise bleak existence. Those precious ten minutes he had spent with her were the best of his life, the only reason he had continued to endure this living hell.

Now, he was consumed by a single-minded obsession - to find her. He knew she was the daughter of Mr. Lee, the man who had cruelly taken her away from him all those years ago. But he also knew that once he caught even the slightest glimpse of her, he would be able to track her every move, no matter where she went. The thought filled him with a twisted sense of anticipation, for he had decided that her fate, and the fates of all those who had wronged him, would soon be sealed. Nothing would stop him from exacting his long-awaited revenge, not even the knowledge that this young girl was his own flesh and blood. In his mind, the time for mercy had long since passed.

As the door swung open, an imposing figure emerged - an elderly man with spectacles, none other than the notorious Mr. Lee. The moment Jungkook laid eyes on this ominous individual, a visible tension gripped his body, his veins pulsing as he fought to restrain himself. Mr. Lee approached with a smirk, his gaze fixed menacingly on the young man. "You know, I wish I could have killed you the moment I laid eyes on you as a child," he sneered, "but you've proven to be quite useful to me. I can become rich by exploiting your abilities, and I'll even get to experiment on you." Jungkook remained stoic, his expression betraying no emotion, as Mr. Lee moved in closer and delivered a vicious kick to his stomach, sending him tumbling from the bed to the floor. Jungkook's muscles were paralyzed by the restraints, preventing him from lashing out and snapping the old man's neck, despite his burning desire to do so. Bending down, Mr. Lee viciously grabbed a fistful of Jungkook's hair, snarling, "I'm going to make everything as painful as possible for a piece of shit like you."

Several doctors, who had been silently observing the exchange, did nothing to intervene, instead taking obvious pleasure in Jungkook's suffering. Mr. Lee barked an order to his assistants, and they swiftly approached the helpless young man, roughly hauling him into a seated position and exposing his neck. Without a shred of compassion, they harshly injected a syringe, the liquid filling Jungkook's veins and causing him unbearable agony. The doctors then turned and left the stark white cell, abandoning Jungkook to endure the agonizing effects of the mysterious injection alone.

The young man's veins throbbed as the blue-tinged blood began to trickle from his nose, a sickening reminder of the potent serum coursing through his system. Though the syringe had been meant to subdue him, its effects only seemed to amplify his already formidable powers. Ignoring the searing pain that wracked his body, he squeezed his eyes shut and focused his mind, determined to push past the debilitating weakness. Sprawled helplessly on the cold, hard floor, he could practically feel the indifferent gaze of the doctors as they observed his suffering. In that moment, their clinical detachment only fueled his anguish, for the only thing he could think about was her-

His heart ached with each wince, the sharp pangs of physical discomfort a mere reflection of the deeper, more profound anguish that consumed him. As he lay shivering on the cold, hard floor, his thoughts drifted to her - his little one, the one who had the power to transform his pain into something beautiful. He imagined her now, a radiant woman whose very presence could soothe his weary soul. The thought of holding her warm, delicate hands in his own calloused ones, feeling the softness of her skin against his weathered flesh, filled him with a longing so intense it was almost unbearable. Through the long, restless night, he replayed memories of her, clinging to the hope that her love could somehow ease his suffering. In those darkest hours, when the weight of his burdens threatened to crush him, he found solace in the belief that his little one, his source of light, would one day return to him, her beauty a salve for his wounded heart. And as exhaustion finally claimed him, he drifted off, still clutching onto the dream of her embrace, the promise of her healing touch.

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As Y/n sat in her room diligently studying, she suddenly heard her mother's voice calling her down for dinner. Y/n eagerly made her way downstairs, knowing that her father would be returning home as well. She adored her parents deeply, as they were the only family she had - her loving mother and hardworking father. Settling into her chair at the dinner table, Y/n watched as her mother expertly served the delicious meal. Moments later, her father arrived, quickly greeting Y/n with a warm forehead kiss before embracing his wife. Y/n knew this was a familiar routine, one her mother seemed to anticipate, as she shook her head knowingly.

Ever the curious child, Y/n couldn't help but ask her father about his day and his latest projects. "Dada, what did you do today? Did you find something new? Something like aliens?" she inquired, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Her parents couldn't help but smile at their daughter's boundless imagination and belief that science could make the impossible possible. Her father chuckled and replied, "Sweetheart, for years I've been working on something very special - something that I believe could be truly beneficial for our generation's future." Y/n listened intently, her dinner forgotten as she gazed at her father, eager to learn more. "But it's a secret project," he continued, "and when it's successful, you'll be the first person I tell."

Disappointment briefly flickered across Y/n's face, but she knew better than to push her father further. He was a good man, as her mother often remarked, and Y/n trusted that he would share his exciting work with her when the time was right. As the family finished their meal, Y/n dutifully helped her mother with the dishes, her mind still buzzing with curiosity about her father's mysterious project. Though she may not know the details yet, Y/n couldn't wait to see what her brilliant father had in store.

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