Psychopath's Love | Taekook

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What time was it? What day was it that day? The boy, who was hugging his knees in an empty room while his cold eyes were bluntly staring out through the window, could barely figure that out. It was like his mind was unable to process such a small thing. Time flew by like its nature, following its rules. Everything was going according to its way, all those things were all right. But what about him?

Nothing of him was going perfectly, nothing was acting accordingly. Neither his mind nor his heart or body.

They were still a mess, a mess he didn't know how to fix.

The room was as empty as his life, the place was as new as the situation he was in. He didn't even know the name of the place he had been living for. He didn't know where he was living, how he was living. He was just hiding from everything, the harsh reality he was forced to know. The reality which he thought of as a beautiful dream.

How many days had it been since he had locked himself up in this room? He couldn't tell. To be more accurate, he didn't want to acknowledge it. He wanted to ignore all of it. Everything that happened to him but he couldn't. His mind, his heart, the memory stored in his brain didn't let him. Everything was reminding him what a fool he was. How badly used he was.

No matter how much he ran away, he could never ignore any of it. Never.

The room only had a mattress on the floor, a door and a big window. That's all. Not even a clock was there. Even the small mattress was stressing Jungkook, what if something was hidden under it? What if he was yet again being watched? What if that man was yet again knowing about whatever he was doing?

These questions were eating up his mind continuously. He was terrified, he was shocked, he was pulled back. He was in disbelief for a long time, he wanted to believe everything was just a nightmare. He was just having a bad dream.

The moment he would wake up he would find Taehyung sleeping next to him, looking as dreamy as ever, Miko would be sleeping by his leg. And then when he would open the storeroom again, there would be nothing like before. It will be as simple as an usual storeroom.

But nothing happened as he thought. He didn't wake up. It wasn't a bad dream which he was continuously telling himself. It was never a bad dream but reality, the actual reality he was hidden from.

But why did that happen to him out of everyone? What had he done so wrong that he was being punished like that? What did he ever do wrong? His life was brought down to hell within a blink of an eye, his perfect world was smashed into pieces without any reason.

When he finally thought to give up, a little ray of hope entered his life. He again began to believe in good things, he again thought he could go back to a normal life. Everything was again brought back to being normal. Then why did this happen? Why was his life messed up again? Was it his fault to blindly believe Taehyung, ignoring all the obvious reasons to suspect him?

It had to be his fault to begin with.

Only if he was more smart, only if he used his brain properly, only if he didn't dream of a normal life, nothing could have happened to him. He wouldn't have to go through that.

He was the fool all the time, he was the one who was being controlled the whole time. He was such a fool to think he was one controlling Taehyung around as he wished. To be more accurate, Jungkook was the puppy and Taehyung was the owner for the whole time being.

He was such a fool not to realize that any sooner.

His whole body was trembling terribly while he was on his way to home, he couldn't rest assured even for a second. Every time he felt like he was being watched, he was being stalked. Someone hidden in the crowd was watching over him, laughing at his ridiculous situation. His face was filled with horror, terror. He wanted to run away, hide from everything, everyone.