Limbo ||Taekookau||

3. Torture

The door shut behind him and Jungkook leaned on it, panting.

He was finally home. The park wasn't far, only a ten minute walking distance but he run the whole way from there.

He closed his eyes as he slowly made his way to the floor. He hugged his knees and let his head hung.

His heart was racing and he felt like crying not so much from fear but from frustration. He couldn't make sense of what happened. He couldn't understand why he reacted the way he did, why he couldn't remove himself from the situation, why he couldn't walk away from that man.

He picked his head up, looking at the sky outside the window. The moon wasn't there anymore and everything felt darker.

A shudder run through him. Thinking about the night's events wasn't of any help. With a deep inhale, he picked himself from the floor and made his way to the bathroom.

He needed a hot shower, to wash away all the stress and the sweat. He threw his jacket on the bed and started undressing. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror leaned on the sink and looked at himself.

His face still looked shaken up from before and that made him grimace. He didn't allow others to mess with him. Being affected by somebody's actions wasn't his gig.

He always kept his cool and reacted calmly. Maybe that's why he was so upset. Because he allowed a stranger to have that kind of an effect on him.

"Aish.." he muttered as he shook his head. No need to recall the whole thing. What was done was done.

His eyes travelled south. His skin was gleaming with sweat from all the running. His heart was still beating fast and his eyes fell on the scar he had on his chest. It was there since birth and it was his only flaw. His body was in overall good shape. The swell of his biceps, the well defined abs, his broad shoulders and thin waste.

"I wouldn't mind seeing a pretty face like yours again."

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise as he shook his head forcefully. Why did he hear the man's voice in his head?

"Aaaah," he groaned as he moved to the shower.

He turned the hot water on and let it fall on him. A deep sigh of relief left his lips. That was better. Everything felt better under the warm water. It was like a safe space for him. He let the water run, focusing on the sensation and the sound, emptying his mind.

After what seemed like an hour, he was finished with his night time routine. He had slipped into his grey sweatpants and was now wearing the oversized white t shirt he loved to sleep in.

As he walked towards the bed, he picked up the jacket he threw earlier. A thud made him turn and look at the floor.

It was his camera. He bent down and took it in his hand, observing it. It was a small, plastic, disposable, film camera. He liked carrying those cameras around. He felt that they gave a nice aesthetic to the random shots he felt like taking when going out.

He traced his fingers over it. The man's fingers had touched the camera too. They also touched his chin.

His touch was gentle, almost like he wasn't touching him at all and his skin felt smooth. His brown eyes had looked at Jungkook with interest, like he wanted to know more about him, like he wanted to know the real him. And his beautiful lips had smiled at Jungkook. How would it feel if..

Jungkook gasped and threw the camera away as he jumped back up. What was he thinking? He threw his jacket on the floor and jumped on the bed, burying his face in his pillow, groaning in frustration.