CRAZY OBSESSION | ĸ.v

Chapter 29

With heavy breaths, the brown haired male speeds up his pace as he ran through the endless road. Sweats were dripping down from his forehead as he closed his eyes, not wanting to look back.

When he thinks he was far away, he ducks down, hands on his needs as he takes down on regaining his breath. But just when he thinks he had escaped, he hears a faint footstep with a call.

"Taehyung.." A scary, familiar voice was heard as he turns around, seeing a figure from afar as if it was walking into his direction. His eyes had widened once again, even if he was tired he managed to run away for his life.

Then there he sees a house right by the side, he doesn't hesitate and went for that direction. He opens the door, alert as he looks around.

No one was around.

He shuts the door right behind him, locking it securely as he finds a spot to hide. Everything seems to be too open for him to hide, so he went for the room upstairs.

Taehyung hastily ran to the closet, panting as he closed the closet shut. He trembles, tears welling up his eyes as he hugs himself- trying his best to keep the noise down.

Surprisingly, the man was already inside the house. His evident footsteps were heard as Taehyung clamps his hand to his mouth, eyes widening as his tears of fear finally drips down his face.

His heart rate began to beat faster, he was scared- to whoever that man was. "Please leave me alone," He thought to himself, breath hitching when he finally hears the knock on the room he was in.

"Taehyung~ I know you're in here~" The man chimes, with the door creaking open as Taehyung began to pale in fear, shutting his eyes tight as he didn't move a single muscle- praying to be spared as he swallows the sobs he wanted to release.

Through the small slits of the closet, he sees the man with a blurry face look around the room. The man seems to grow impatient, as he hears him growl in anger before turning to where Taehyung was hidden.

"Fuck, no please." He mumbles to himself, completely terrified as his mind went blank. Taehyung trembles even more, seeing the man approach the closet in a slow way.

"Found you." The man says, opening he closet door wide as Taehyung was finally in his view. The boy lets out a loud scream, but only for it to come out as a gasp. "You think you can hide from me hmm?" Taehyung looks up, scared as he didn't recognize the man; who had a blurry face and his voice seems to be distant- he didn't know who to point it out.

"Say goodbye, Taehyung." Was all that Taehyung heard last before being stabbed into his chest.

"AH!" A scream, more like a pained gasp echoes the room, with Taehyung jolting up in sitting position, holding his chest as he pants heavily.

The dream. What was that suppose to mean?

Taehyung closed his eyes, trying hard to relax himself but he could still remember the terrifying dream of his death etched on his mind- it made him cry even more, scared of that man who had hunted him whenever he had nightmares.

After a few seconds, he hears the door being opened in a fast way, revealing Jungkook who was clutching a sharp knife in his right hand- looking around in alert if someone was there.

"Taehyung." He says, more in a calming tone more than a worried one. Jungkook walks over to the male sprawled on the bed, as he safely slid and hid the knife at his the back of his pants.

Taehyung whimpers, shaking as he tries to wipe his tears away. "J-jungkook.. I.." He sobs, clutching the sheets as he looks down in shame. Was he being childish? Jungkook would be mad again, he knew.

"It's just a dream. Calm down." Jungkook assures, letting out a sigh as he made Taehyung face him. He wipes his tears away, with the other male holding back the upcoming tears.

"He killed me.. I'm scared.." Taehyung releases a small whimper, the dull ache on his chest was still there, though nothing had happened to him.

"He won't kill you." Jungkook replies in a serious tone, tracing Taehyung's jaw before tilting his head at the side. "Only I could kill you, and no one else can do it." Taehyung smiles small at this, both of them knowing it's already a way to assure him that he won't die.

In a twisted and sick way, of course.

"Yes, Jungkook.." Taehyung mumbles, lowkey scared but remained positive of what he had said. "I'm sorry." He adds, with Jungkook shaking his head.

"Don't cry again, you look ugly when you cry." Jungkook says as Taehyung looks away in shame, now concious about his own self. He shouldn't cry around Jungkook again.

"Now will you be a good boy, Taehyung and behave for me?" Jungkook says as he watched the boy nod eagerly, his messy brown bed hair bouncing a bit as he hugs himself.

This was one of the times where Jungkook would stare at the beauty that was under his control. He sure had a nice taste in boys and girls, never in his life now did he regret on kidnapping him.

Taehyung was meant to be his. What he wants he gets. It was just a simple rule for Jungkook, but harder for Taehyung to adjust.

He was afraid of dying. Taehyung knew if he upsets the psycho that had a sick interest on him, things would get out of hand. He's doing this to keep his hyung alive, Jimin.

This is why he told himself to just hold on a little longer. Grant Jungkook's wishes and things will be good.

Just a little more. Taehyug thought to himself as he looks back up at Jungkook who was staring right at him, a smirk on his face as Taehyung gulps. "Y-yes kook.." He replies, biting his lower lip as Jungkook hums.

"Good. I love it when you're being an obedient boy for me." Jungkook then replaces his smirk with his wide bunny smile. He looked so innocent, almost like he have not killed anyone in his life.

Fuck, he's sick. Taehyung says to himself, starting to feel uneasy as he shakes the thought of Jungkook killing people way from his messed up mind.

"Now, let's go downstairs. I prepared a surprise for you." The male says with hand reaching for Taehyung's, waiting for him to take it.

Taehyung felt something was wrong about the surprise, but he can't comply. So with shaky hand, he reached for Jungkook's hand- with the male clutching it possessively tight, making their way downstairs.