treat me nice.

kidnapped

7:23pm.

(jjk focus)

the absence of his presence was suffocating me: I could not deal with it properly. the only thing on my mind was him, the thought of him, the idea of him, everything him. winning his heart is like a game of russian roulette: you only get one chance. and not getting the chance would be the death of me. time slipped by. seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. I didn't notice the gas slowly filling my apartment, for the only thing in my vision was the white, blank walls.

the gas was a white, milky color. the ketamine gas was slowly starting me wear me out, make me lose my consciousness. however, my mind was thinking something different. no i wasn't worried about how it was installed into my apartment. i wasn't worried about what was actually happening. my mind only floated into one word as i was slowly drifting away from reality. one word, that has so many meaning to me. stigma.

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the smell of rusted iron and dried blood filled up my lungs as i was slowly starting to wake up. my surroundings started out as a blur, but my five senses were working it's way into figuring out where I was. i felt chains surrounding my body, a steel chair in which I was sitting on, and a rusty cell in which I was in. the place i was in was unfamiliar, but as i immediately recognized the voice that boomed throughout the cell.

"my son. welcome to your cell."

"d-dad? what am I doing here? why am I locked up and surrounded by these heavy chains?"

the fact that my dad locked up his own son was unfathomable to me. but he began to explain, and i regretted listening.

"your sugar baby, kim taehyung, correct? his family is the kim mafia, and we are a mafia as well. unfortunately, your baby's mafia killed your mom. sorry i've never told you before. i was trying to let my plan work."

at this point, i could not function. my love killed my mom. wait no, his family killed my mom, so the blame shouldn't be put on him right?

but what about my family? they're supposedly a mafia as well? how many goddamn secrets have been kept from me?

but then it started to dawn on me. his words kept on being repeated in my head.

i was trying to make my plan work...

i was trying to make my plan work..

my plan succeeded.

he succeeded in using jinyoung to torture taehyung. he succeeded in making jimin's fake best friend. and he succeeded in making jungkook fall in love with taehyung, so that jungkook can die in the end. so that taehyung could ultimately learn what it means to lose a loved one.

but jungkook and his father had something in common: they both did not know that the plan turns out to be a failure in the end.
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okay at least 4 chapters left to write.
el mariachi.
(unedited)