"you know, this actually quite fun. it's like we're on a road trip."
"yeah, a road trip with an $8.4m worth guy who i kidnapped and held at gun point, and with whom im currently trying to run away with from the damn police and fbi." he mutters sarc...
WARNING; i have mentioned the fact that doctors check for traces of sexual abuse on kidnapped/rape victims — this may trigger some of you [which is not my intention at all] so please be wary as you read along.
DEAR JUNGKOOK, "how long should i wait?" should've been asked and answered during the last few hours we were together because now im sitting here, by the window, watching life pass by as i stay stock still and unmoving, wondering whether i have to wait another day. or a week? a month even? maybe more?
maybe. . . a year?
no. no, no, i know you'll come back for me — you said so yourself so i believe your words, kook.
DEAR JUNGKOOK, one of the multiple therapists/psychiatrists my dad assigned to me gave me a black biro and a plain a3 notepad.
she told me to write down or draw anything that's on my mind but the only thing that's on my mind is you. hence the reason why the biro and the notepad sitting besides me is completely untouched despite my fingers practically itching to sketch out your tattooed hand or write out a string of words describing your eyes.
DEAR JUNGKOOK, i miss you so much it almost hurts.
DEAR JUNGKOOK, i hope you're well.
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[ HALF AN HOUR LATER ]
flashes of blue and red and wailing sirens awaken gwangju from its deep slumber — the cacophonous sight making the city startle awake and notice the loud sounds and visuals streaming by outside their windows.
at the almost assaulting, discordant sound of police sirens so loud at four in the morning, people blearily scramble out of their beds, their pink hair rollers toppling down their heads as they hastily throw crumpled bath robes over their shoulders and stumble out of their houses, staring wide eyed at the never ending amount of police cars speeding down their usually quiet streets. flitting in between these police cars are several black SUVs which race down the road, the cars all blatantly emblazoned on the sides with a company logo belonging to kim enterprises.
the people of gwangju gape at the sight of the torrential amount of security vehicles bracing their roads and running the road's tarmac smooth with their wheels –– and if that wasn't enough for the astonished people, two, maybe even three, helicopters fly low overhead, almost deafening the civilians with its mighty roar.
all these SUVs, police cars and helicopters soon wordlessly blur past them, leaving a quiet that seems so stark after the noise they had just witnessed that it reduces the civilians to mere blinking statues that stand by their doorsteps, startled and unmoving.
