BTS One Shots (boyxboy)

Room. (yoonkook)

A/N: 

okay so before you begin. this story was inspired by the book Room and the beautiful movie. i watched the movie last week and i immediately knew i wanted to write something with it. trailer is up here ^^

TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE, ABUSE AND DRUG USE.

also, i'm sorry i've been gone for a while. all i've gotta say is that things are looking up for me. i hope this 3503 words long story makes up for the month and a half i've been MIA.

x D. 

The room was stuffy. The air was thick and the only light that kept the room from being wrapped in a blanket of darkness was the small window on the ceiling. At first, he wasn't able to place where he was. All he remembered was walking down the street, on his way to a friend's house to study after school.

This was definitely not Taehyung's room, he realized after a second of looking around the room. He was laid upon a single bed in the corner of the room. From the corner that he was in, he was able to see the room in its entirety.

It was small. A fridge stood right next to a steel door, a cupboard pressed against it and a sink next to it. A bathtub stood directly next to the sink and a toilet was next to it. A table stood in the middle of the room with one chair, neatly placed under the table, as if someone had scooted it in the right spot. A closet was almost right next to the bed, and if he stretched his hand a little further than normal, he would be able to scratch the soft grey wood that the closet was made of.

He closed his eyes again and tried to remember what had happened, but he could only see a grey mess. He decided that standing up was probably the best bet in finding out where he was, so he slowly sat up, swinging his legs off the bed and onto the, apparently, carpeted floor.

There was no time to stretch or crack my back, because he saw a note displayed onto the table. He rushed to it, only having to take two steps. He grabbed the note and read,

Welcome to the room. This will be your new living space for as long as you live. I will come every week and I expect it to be clean. I will bring you food every week and if you're nice, maybe even a book. The television works, too.

y.

he looked around the room, his eyes focusing on a small television he hadn't noticed before. He felt his heart rate speed up and he had to sit down on the chair to comprehend what the note said. ''this will be your new living space for as long as you live.'' The sentence rang through his head over and over again, until it clicked.

He suddenly remembered the cute boy that approached him while he was walking towards Taehyung's house. He was wearing a school uniform and he had claimed he knew Taehyung and had offered him a ride, which he had greatly appreciated because it was cold and starting to rain.

He remembered he had gotten into the car and he remembered the boy smirking to himself before speeding off into the wrong direction.

He remembered telling him this, and he remembered how he didn't listen and how he was quick to hold something to his mouth.

The last thing he remembered was himelf feeling drowsy and then everything went black.

This Y person didn't know Taehyung. This Y person didn't go to his school. This person kidnapped him. He stood up and ran to the door, pulling and rustling the door. It didn't budge. His eyes fell onto a notepad with a code system, and he yelped.

Jungkook his eyes filled with tears as he looked around the room once more. It was small, maybe 5 meters horizontally and six vertically. A small light bulb hung onto the ceiling, it flickering every so often and turning off after Jungkook stared at it for a few seconds.