The Delusional Psycho | KTH ✔

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Thank you to this beautiful person, I really was unmotivated from so many days, but her sweet words made me write further, so I think she is the deserving person of this chapter! I love you!

I felt my body floating as if I'm free but the tug in my heart was keeping me down from the freedom I wanted. It was so heavy that I couldn't lift a finger nor form words, I can hear whispers and shuffling around, and I wanted to scream and shout for help, I wanted escape from this.

But it felt as if someone is sitting on my chest, while my whole body is in their will. I could see the light of my surrounding falling on my eyelids indicating that its morning. But I can't wake up! Then, my mind moves to Taehyung, and I jolt up in a sitting position finally fighting off my sleeping paralysis.

I look around and take in the unfamiliar face, expression shocked but somewhat calm. Taehyung was nowhere, my face turn into a scowl as I attempted to stand up. "Where the fuck is Taehyung??" I was meant to wake up in his arms.

My first instinct made my skin crawl. What if Jungkook caught him, what if the police caught him? I panic and I made it mad evident that I did not like seeing this man face here. The man did not even blink as I attempted to stand up from the bed.

I got a little courageous and stood up as I shout at him once more, "Where am I and where is Taehyung, I swear if you don't-" My words were cut off by a voice, more like someone calling me. "Eliana...?" The voice sounded weak and somewhat soft; it sounded warm.

As the unexpected sound filled the air, I turned my head towards its source, and my entire body instinctively froze in place. My mind, momentarily overwhelmed, went completely blank as i locked eyes with the person standing before me.

My voice trembled with disbelief as I uttered the single word, "Brother?" Staring intently at the person who was once my best friend, the one person in this vast world who had meant EVERYTHING to me, I watched as my heart threatened to burst from my chest. All the memories we had shared, the laughter and tears, the endless adventures, flashed through my mind in a whirlwind of nostalgia.

Yet, despite the passage of time, he looked eerily the same - those chubby cheeks still flushed with color, and his small eyes still held a hint of warmth. But now, his gaze was tinged with something else - a sense of sadness and hollowness that seemed to have settled upon him like a heavy veil. He was an older, more mature version of Jimin.

My initial surprise and shock swiftly gave way to confusion as he took a step closer to me. His voice, warm and familiar, called out my name, "Eliana!" and I reflexively took a step back, my eyes narrowing in accusation. 

Raising a hand to stop him from coming any closer, I fixed him with a guarded stare, my heart still thumping wildly against my ribcage. There were so many questions coursing through my mind, so many emotions swirling within me, but for now, silence prevailed.

I watched as his eyes dimmed with disappointment when I halted him in his tracks, and a flicker of pain danced across his face. It took all my willpower to suppress the pang of sympathy that tugged at my heartstrings.