The Delusional Psycho | KTH ✔

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Taehyung's eyes fluttered open, and a sense of numbness washed over him as he became aware of his surroundings. Looking down at his hands, he discovered that they were cuffed, and a pang of sadness and disappointment filled his heart. He was so close to completing his mission, yet fate had intervened at the last moment.

 His mind wandered to Elara, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he hadn't been able to say a proper goodbye. He knew that she would be worried sick once she discovered his absence, and a pang of guilt gnawed at his conscience. Taehyung longed to see her face one more time, to hold her in his arms.

Taehyung's gaze flicked towards the police officers seated in the car with him. There were three of them, including Jungkook. He noticed that Jungkook was on the phone with someone, engaged in a conversation unbeknownst to him.

Taehyung was conscious of the fact that he was seated next to the window side of the police car, the door securely locked. He doesn't even try to open it, knowing that his attempts would be futile. The realization that he was effectively trapped in the vehicle dawned upon him, creating a sense of helplessness and confinement.

Taehyung reluctantly dropped his head down, surrendering to the circumstances. Despair washed over him, and he felt a pang of resignation settling in his heart. The weight of defeat and confinement engulfed him, leaving him feeling powerless.

He didn't know that someone has not given up yet...

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I remained vigilant as my attention solely fixed on the police car I was tailing. The windows were tinted black, making it difficult to catch a clear view inside the vehicle. Despite the obstructed view, I persisted, following at a safe distance to monitor their every move.

My focus shifted to the traffic light ahead, signaling an imminent stop for all vehicles, including the police car I was following. An impulsive idea formulated in my mind, and I revved the engine, increasing the speed of the bike to position myself near the police car as it came to a halt.

As the police car came to a standstill at the traffic light, my bike weaved through the other vehicles gathered at the intersection, skillfully positioning itself on the other side of the police car. I was careful not to be too obvious, but close enough to act when the moment was right.

My eyes darted to the left, focusing on him. There he was, seated beside the window, his head hung low, looking utterly defeated and lost. A pang of sadness washed over me as my heart ached for him. Seeing him so broken filled me with a deep sense of empathy and love.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips, knowing that he was completely unaware of my presence right beside him. My determination to rescue him grew stronger as I silently vowed to find a way to get him out of this situation.