even though namjoon seemed the most unbothered, he was actually the most worried out of the whole group. these boys were his brothers, they had been friends for years. even though it was a very slim chance that hoseok would even end up near them, he still thought of the possibilites. the possibilities of watching his friends being murdered. he trembled in fear. seokjin started to close and lock windows and doors. taehyung would go after him and shut the blinds.
it was terrifying to watch; to watch them be paranoid out their minds, running around like a crazy person, searching for anywhere that someone could enter through. everytime someone slammed a door, namjoon would flinch. the street lights outside turned off one by one. the people outside would either run into their homes or speed away in their cars. the neighborhood -no, the city- was falling apart.
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he ran around like a
crazy person, which he
was, finally feeling
free again. the past
three years he was trapped
with his mind inside
of a small cell. yes,
there were a lot of...
incidents.
but he never
spoke of them. to anyone.
he ran around
the neighborhoods,
and the neighborhoods'
neighboring
neighborhoods.
he saw a few houses that
intrigued him, some
surrounded by two or three
cars.
but he wanted more.
he wanted a lot of people.
to torture.
not physically, at least
not at first, but
he wanted to fuck with
their minds. make them
feel similar to the way
he did.
or does.
he finds himself in front
of a fairly large
home with seven cars
in front.
an evil grin spread across
his face.
perfect.
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Fiksi PenggemarEMERGENCY BRODCAST SYSTEM: This is not a drill. We repeat, this is not a drill. Asylum patient Jung Hoseok, male, brown eyes, black hair, 5 feet 10 inches, has made an escape. All facilities must go into to lockdown. We repeat, all facilities must g...
