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*Stockholm syndrome;
A condition in which hostages develop a psychological alliance with their captors during captivity.
Emotional bonds may be formed, between captor and captives, during intimate time together.
Please note that both main characters in this AU are mentally ill, and the decision the made or make are not perfect because of that. Try to keep that in mind when reading.
Begin of part ONE of TWO.
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"Maybe we shouldn't do this." A meek voice mumbles out but quickly goes unheard.
"Shut up you wuss. You promised you wouldn't be a buzz kill." This time, it's a much more confident and heavier voice, laced with mild frustration.
The boy in question huffs, his eyes blinking back and forth between the scenery he was dragged in.
"That was before I knew what you were thinking of!" He raises his hand, exasperated and scared. Mostly scared.
And who wouldn't be? If they were to look at the setting these both unsuspecting boys were at. It was the time between daylight and sunset. When the sky eerily turns a mix of haunted colors.
The weather was chilly as well to tip it off and the boy was unprepared. When his said friends had dragged him put, promising an adventure, he barely had the time to cover up.
His wavering eyes look around, he could point this was a warehouse. An abandoned one maybe, seeing as there was no soul lingering around for miles other than them.
They hadn't entered the warehouse yet of course, so he was trying his best to make his friend change his mind and abandon this absurd idea.
The boy could spot a few colorful steel containers loitering the vast area. But even their colorfulness couldn't restore any brightness to this dead area.
"Whatever you're thinking, you're exaggerating." His friend voices out, as if he had looked into his head and saw the vicious pictures he was assuming.
The boy frowns, "exaggerating? Taehyung look at this place! It's basically dead."
The named boy now, Taehyung, finally turns around. Annoyance brimming on his face, he narrows his eyes at his child of a friend.
"You're acting like a 6 year old Hoseok. It's not even that bad. It's almost aesthetic actually..." Taehyung mumbles the last part, knowing if his friend hears it, he'll throw a fit.
