Wild Obsession | Taekook

EPISODE 46

Edited~

Jungkook shot up in bed, panic coursing through him like ice water. His heart raced in his chest, pounding so hard he felt it in his throat as he frantically looked around the dimly lit room. The shadows cast by the moonlight filtering through the curtains danced ominously on the walls, and a chill settled in the air, heightening his sense of dread. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, trying to dispel the remnants of the horrific vision that clung to his mind like a fog, but it lingered—sharp and vivid.

His gaze was drawn to the nightstand, where a note lay waiting. He reached for it, hands trembling as he picked it up. The handwriting was unmistakable, and a mix of hope and anxiety twisted in his stomach. He read,

“Good morning, my love. Thanks for the pleasure that you gave me yesterday.
I love you so much”
                                        ~Ur Taehyungie

Jungkook clutched the note tightly in his trembling hand, his heart racing as he sank to the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks. The words blurred before his eyes, the ink smudging as he tried to focus on the message Taehyung had left for him.

His sobs erupted from deep within him, raw and unrestrained. He pressed the note against his chest, desperate for the comfort of Taehyung's presence. The memory of Taehyung’s laughter and their shared moments flooded his mind, but it was quickly overshadowed by the horror of the video call—the terror in Taehyung's eyes, the blood, the gunshot.

“Taehyung!” he cried out, his voice breaking. Each scream felt like a plea to the universe, begging for his boyfriend’s safety. The tears flowed harder now, each drop a testament to his overwhelming fear and despair. He rocked back and forth, the note crumpling slightly in his grip as he tried to hold onto something—anything—that reminded him of Taehyung.

“Please… come back to me,” he choked out between sobs, his breath hitching painfully in his throat. The emptiness around him felt suffocating, and he pressed the note tighter to his heart, wishing it could somehow bridge the distance between them. “I can’t lose you. I need you.”

The world blurred around him, the walls closing in as he let out another heart-wrenching sob. The note slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the gut-wrenching fear that his worst nightmare might be true. He buried his face in his hands, allowing himself to break, feeling utterly lost without Taehyung by his side.

The words were sweet, yet they only deepened his worry. Where was Taehyung? He felt an unsettling void in his chest, a growing sense of urgency that something wasn’t right.

Memories are flooded back—Taehyung's terrified eyes, the blood, the chilling sound of a gunshot echoed in his mind. Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat.  He fought against the rising panic, but each breath felt more constricted than the last, as if the air had thickened around him.

Without another thought, he grabbed his phone, his fingers shaking as he dialed Taehyung's producer. “Please, God, let him be okay,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. Tears pooled in his eyes, blurring his vision as he waited for the call to connect.

The producer's voice finally came through, and Jungkook rushed to speak. “Hello, Mr. Sung. How's Taehyung? Is he okay? Please tell me he's fine.” His heart raced with hope, clinging to the belief that everything was alright.

“What are you talking about, Jungkook? What happened to Taehyung? He’s not with me. I haven’t seen him since a month.”

The words hit Jungkook like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from his lungs. “What? Taehyung is not with you?” His voice broke as panic washed over him, cold and unforgiving.

He ended the call abruptly, his mind reeling as he bolted out of his room, his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing the dread that threatened to consume him.

He sprinted through the house, the wooden floors cold beneath his bare feet, sending jolts of reality through him. The chill of the night air hit him as he flung open the front door, but he barely felt it; his thoughts were too consumed by fear and confusion.

Where could Taehyung be? The fear of losing him twisted in his gut, gnawing at him like a relentless predator. What if he was in....? What if he needed him?

Jungkook's heart raced as he dashed toward his car, the gravel crunching beneath his feet as he moved. He had to find Taehyung.

The thoughts spiraled in his mind, memories of the terrifying images from the nightmare—the bruises on Taehyung’s skin, the blood pooling around him, and Hazel's taunting laughter. It felt so real.

The urgency clawed at him, and he could feel the panic rising in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

Jungkook barely registered the ground beneath him as he charged toward the staircase, his mind a storm of desperation and terror. All he could see were flashes of Taehyung’s face.

His foot slipped as he hurried down the stairs, and he stumbled, one hand gripping the railing to keep from falling completely. He gasped, the sudden jolt nearly breaking his concentration, but he pressed on, ignoring the sting in his ankle. He couldn’t stop now. Taehyung needed him. The thought of him hurt, lost, or worse, kept driving him forward, filling his every step with urgency.

“Taehyung,” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible, strangled with emotion. The image of Taehyung’s face in that video call played on repeat in his mind, leaving him breathless and dizzy with fear. The cruel, taunting words he thought he’d heard echoed in his ears, mixing with the imagined sound of Taehyung crying out in pain. It tore through him, making every second feel like an eternity.

He reached the bottom of the stairs, his breathing ragged and uneven, his vision blurred with tears that wouldn’t stop. The note still clutched in his hand, now crumpled and damp, felt like the only piece of Taehyung he had left, a lifeline to hold onto. He gripped it tighter, feeling the paper crease under his fingers, wishing it could bring Taehyung back to him.

Racing through the entryway, Jungkook stumbled over a pair of shoes but caught himself just in time. His heart hammered against his chest, each beat like a desperate cry for Taehyung, for some sign that he was safe. His mind raced with thoughts—where could he be? How could he find him?

The world around him felt cold and indifferent, the silence of the night amplifying the dreadful emptiness inside him. His bare feet hit the cold tile at the front door, sending shivers up his spine, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was finding Taehyung, holding him, knowing he was safe.

Tears spilled down his face, unchecked, as he flung the front door open and dashed outside. The night air bit into his skin, chilling him to the bone, but the desperation in his heart burned hotter than any cold could reach. He sprinted across the driveway, his legs trembling with exhaustion and anxiety, but his focus was unwavering.

As he reached the car, his shaking hand reached out for the door handle, his mind lost in the vision of Taehyung hurt and alone. But just as he was about to pull it open, a voice sliced through the darkness, halting him in his tracks.

“Where are you going, Jungkook?”