TAEKOOK ONESHOT

Trapped Soul 1

This one shot contains  

Angst , depression , happy ending , Power bottom , insult , and many more 

INTRO

Kim Taehyung is a 26-year-old psychiatrist. He is unmarried and has a vivacious personality. He is also very caring and protective of his mother and younger sister

 Jeon Jungkook is a 20-year-old with dissociative identity disorder (DID). He is also unmarried, and each of his personalities has a different name. Jungkook's family includes his mother, father, and an older brother.

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A boy in his early 20s is walking down a dark alley. He's wearing earphones and listening to his favorite song, "FRI(END)S" by his favorite singer, V. Suddenly, he's startled by something. He was spooked by someone following him and slowed his pace. If he hadn't been running late, he would never have come to this place. Why was he so jumpy? He glanced back over his shoulder. There was no one there. He was overreacting. He had been spooked by his own shadow. 

But once again, he felt the same sensation and turned to find several men following him. Filled with fear, he began to run. His earphones fell out of his ears, and the men continued to pursue him. Suddenly, he tripped and fell. One of the men approached and bent down to gaze at him with a dirty smirk. 

"Hy kook long time no see huh?" said the man bent towards the poor boy. "It's been a long time. How have you been?" smirking 

"With a voice trembling with trepidation, he implored, 'Don't come any closer. Can't you understand?' The fear he felt wasn't solely due to Roy's presence; rather, it stemmed from an internal struggle. He desperately wished to avoid triggering his own past trauma, aware that such an episode could profoundly impact his Dissociative Identity Disorder."

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Roy sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Absolutely not. I've figured out how to manipulate you my bitchy slut ." A sinister smirk spread across his face, revealing the confidence he felt in this twisted game of control."

"You'll come to regret this, Roy," he warned, his voice laced with a foreboding intensity. "I've given you plenty of chances." In that moment, he lost consciousness, and after a brief, disorienting silence, he awoke, his expression eerily blank yet twisted by a sinister smirk. As he turned to face Roy, whose shock was palpable, confusion clouded his thoughts: What just happened? Just moments ago, he had been lying on the ground, his jaw shattered, yet here he was, back on his feet, a menacing presence reemerging from the darkness."

One of Roy's men rushed forward, offering his hand to help Roy to his feet. Blood dripped from Roy's lip as he wiped it off with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowing at Jungkook. "How dare you..." Roy's voice was like a growl, dripping with venom. He straightened his jacket, his voice louder now, commanding authority. "Now you'll see what happens when you cross me. Boys! Bring him to me. I want him alive!"


His words cut through the air like a blade, and his men obeyed without hesitation. They surged toward JK, a wave of muscle and determination, weapons drawn. But within moments, the sound of cracking bones and pained groans filled the space.

JK moved like a shadow, faster than their eyes could follow. Each blow was precise, merciless. He ducked under one swing, driving his elbow into a man's ribcage with such force that the sickening crunch echoed. Another came from behind, but JK's reflexes were sharp—he spun, his fist colliding with the side of the attacker's face, sending him sprawling. One by one, they fell. A brutal symphony of fists, knees, and bones breaking. A man grabbed JK from behind, trying to restrain him, but within seconds, the sound of snapping arms followed by a scream filled the air. Another rushed at him with a baton, but JK effortlessly caught the swing, twisting the weapon out of the man's grip and delivering a devastating roundhouse kick to his head.