BIPOLAR ( VKOOK ) // COMPLETED

CHAPTER 46

This is horrible.

Not only I am trapped in the house of a person I hate the most. I am also locked in the room.

Great. Just... great

"Let me out! I know you are out there! " Jung kook shouted, pounding the door with his fist. He force open the wooden door multiple times, but was always met with a sore foot or a bruised shoulder.

"Master Park did not me give me any orders to let you out, Mr Jeon. " Yugyeom reminded the boy.

"I said let me out!" Jung kook shouted, not knowing the consequences. He kicked the door again and shouted his frustration. He was trapped in that room for three days. He was given food by Jimin but only argued with the elder every time. In that three days, Jung kook almost knocked Yugyeom twice and bruised Jimin's cheek.

Jung kook eyed the room, glancing at the reinforced window with boredom. His brain was only filled anger, no other thoughts were in his mind. He tugged at his hair, gritted his teeth as he tried to think straight and think of something. He did not know anything outside, only the muffled pacing outside of his room. Or cell, in that case.

He went to the window, drawing the curtains, looking at the ground below him. He pressed his face against the cold glass and forced his brain to get to work. He stared down the pedestrians crossing the roads and looking at the mansion.

One thing surfaced in his mind, the vivid picture of blood pouring out of Wonwoo's back and Taehyung's thigh. He balled his fists against the glass, his finger nails digging into his palm.

"Shit." Jung kook cursed and hit his head onto the hard glass. He pushed himself from the glass and went to the bed, examining himself by looking down his hands. His knuckles were swollen and bruising from the constant mis-aim of his punches to Yugyeom and Jimin which resulted him to punching the wall behind him.

He turned his hand and saw the cuts he got from the rope three days before. It did not seem to heal at all, through the wound was closed, red scabs still could be seen thinly covering the flesh below.

Something in his mind clicked and he stood up and got a chair from the table at the corner. He dragged it to the door, jamming the handle. He tugged at the handle again, checking that it could not be open quickly.

He went to the side of bed and swept off the night lamp and the AC controller. The contents smashing against the floor, the build from the lamp smashing against the hard ground. Smashed glass littered the ground.

Jung kook carried the wooden nightstand without any difficulty. He ignored the wooden legs digging into his wrists, and hugged it at his chest. He hurled at the window, the wooden causing a crack on the window. The spider-web like crack forced on the reinforced glass, spreading upwards.

The nightstand tumbled onto the ground. Jung kook glanced at the door , making sure that it wasn't being forced open. Jung kook picked up the nightstand once again, swinging back and forth before throwing at the window again. A louder crack could heard and a second dent was formed, the cracks traveling downwards and spreading around crazily.

Jung kook did that cycle on eve again, this time the glass breaking completely and dropping to the ground floor along with the nightstand. The wooden nightstand smashed against the ground, a sickening crack could be heard. Some shards of glass flew inside the room and slashed Jung kook's arms and legs. He smiled, ignoring the excruciating pain.